Page 103 of Right Side of Paradise
So good.
But I needed the stretch and pain that only Soul’s girth could give me to satisfy this craving.
It was a need.
Christian and Rico were kissing again.
While Rico’s thumb massaged my clit and Soul’s lips left his mark on my neck.
I still needed more.
Still needed him inside of me. Stretching me until it hurt and fucking me until the pain was gone.
The trembling in my legs didn’t catch me off guard anymore. Neither did the orgasm rolling through me. I cried into Soul’s mouth and let him kiss me until the shaking stopped.
“That’s our girl.” He kissed me sweetly, despite the unyielding grip he had on my piercings. “I knew you could take it.”
“Please fuck me,” I begged. “I’ll do anything you want?—”
Just then, the wet sound of my arousal coated the living room as Rico fucked his fingers in and out of me. “I think this pussy is ready for you, Soul.” He pusheddeep. All the way to the knuckle, then he moved his fingers up and down in a scissoring motion.
I was greedy, so even though it wasn’t the dick I wanted stretching me, I rocked my hips with abandon and humped his hand.
Watching me with hooded eyes, Christian licked his lips and pulled his pretty dick out of his shorts. On cue, saliva pooled in my mouth.
Rico looked at Soul over my shoulder, his eyes dark, and face covered in my arousal. “Look how bad she wants you. I love tasting her on Christian’s face, but she wants to come on that fat ass dick now. Right, baby?”
“Yes.” My voice cracked, but all I could focus on was Soul lifting me by the hips with ease, while Rico stroked his dick and lined him up at my entrance.
Soul hissed and lowered me onto him, rocking against Rico’s grip on his shaft and up into me.
Rolling my hips, I let my eyes close and savored the tight fit.
This was good. He was perfect. I needed this every day for the rest of my life.
My mouth formed an O, and something salty hit my tongue.
Correction— something saltyandheavy hit my tongue.
Obediently, my cheeks hollowed before my eyes clashed with Christian’s. “Relax your jaw, sweetheart.”
His hand held my face, caressing until I followed his command. He fucked my throat while I bounced on Soul’s dick.
And when Soul flipped me over to deep stroke me from the back, Christian followed.
He sat down on the cushion beside me and brought my head to his lap.
I licked the underside of his dick and groaned when Soul pounded me so hard I couldn’t close my mouth around Christian’s length.
My drool gathered on his tip and thighs, evidence of the sloppy job I was doing.
Hard and needy for attention, my tightened nipples brushed against the couch, taking the stimulation for what it was and sending every pulse of pleasure straight to my clit.
Soul spread me open and fucked into me with enough force to make his balls smack my clit with every thrust.
Mouth and pussy full, I had no choice but to come. That’s what I was good for. Letting them use me until the pleasure was inevitable and all my senses gave way to a perfect storm.
My orgasm sent Soul into his own whimpering release.
