Page 131 of Right Side of Paradise
“Tell me what you want me to do,” she pleaded.
Christian cupped her face and stared at her adoringly.
But Soul jacked his length until he was hissing and stopped abruptly to give her instructions. When he opened his mouth, his voice was husky and harder than I’d ever heard it, “Get on your knees, Harley. And open that mouth. I want to see how well you take both of us down your throat.”
More Than Enough
Tears leaked from the corner of my eyes and drool seeped out of my mouth, running down my chin.
It was the sloppiest head I’d ever given, yet the sexiest I’d ever felt.
Christian and Soul were tongue fucking each other above me, and the rug burned my knees as I alternated taking each of them down my throat.
Massaging his balls, I gagged on Soul’s girth until his hand laced through my hair and held me there. I relaxed my jaw and let my moans vibrate until I was sure his piercing was hitting the back of my throat.
Instead of letting me go, he got caught up and started fucking my mouth in deep slow strokes that had my lips flush with his pubic bone.
“Harley,” he groaned, his control breaking.
My clit throbbed every time a pleased sound escaped their mouths, and the plug he’d slipped in my ass before dinner didn’t feel like enough.
I wanted to befuller. I deserved to be fuller.
Because my fingers weren’t enough, and they were too busy stroking Christian while Soul continued to fuck my throat.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.” That was all the warning I got before he pulled out of me with apop.
My cheeks hurt from being hollowed so long and my jaw was so damn sore, but I wanted Christian to feel it too.
Wanted him as on the edge as Soul was.
I rose up on my knees and took half of his length in my mouth, letting my tongue massage the underside and my desperate sounds vibrate up and down his shaft.
Then I pulled him out of my mouth.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
His erection landed against the tip of my tongue. Loud and hard. Through my tears, I stared up at him, loving the way his jaw flexed when he looked down at me.
Loving the way his chest heaved when I swallowed him down again.
Loving the way he lost his restraint and fucked into my mouth while Soul went back to kissing him.
With both hands, I twisted my grip around his dick and focused on the tip.
Sucking.
Drooling.
Moaning.
It was a mess. I was a mess.
And my man loved it.
