Page 133 of The Sun & Her Burn
He cursed in Italian, hands tightening almost brutally in my hair.
I didn’t care.
The only thing in the world that existed for me was pleasing that beautiful dick and showing Linnea this side of our world, convincing her we were worth risking everything.
“Come closer and watch,” I pulled off his shaft to tell her, a string of spit connecting my lips to the head.
Linnea’s beautiful face was flush with want, and she crawled to my side without hesitation.
“Put your hand on his throat,” Sebastian suggested darkly. “Feel how deep he can take me.”
She pressed her long fingers around her neck as I slapped Seb’s heavy cock on my tongue and then closed my lips around his veiny shaft, slowly descending to the root so she could feel the indecent swell of it beneath her hand.
“Fuck, that’s gorgeous,” she praised, her hand squeezing just a little to test us both.
Sebastian groaned, and even though I was the one on my knees, it was me who wrested control of the blow job. I started a steady pace, up and down, mouth sloppy so that spit drilled down his balls and sucking sounds filled the room. Linnea held my throat through it all, occasionally flexing to take away my breath, to add tension to my throat’s hold on Seb’s already indecently thick cock.
My own dick throbbed in my trousers, and after a few minutes, Linnea seemed to take pity on me.
“Can I play with his cock?” she asked Sebastian, already shifting to palm me through my fly with her free hand. “I want to see it.”
“It’s big,” Sebastian warned. “It might not fit in your little hand.”
She trembled against me, but took his warning as approval and deftly undid my trousers to reach inside and yank out my erection. The sweet relief and the touch of her palm for the first time around my shaft made me groan around Seb in my mouth.
“Jesus,” she murmured as she tested her grip, smoothing it down my shaft, rubbing a thumb on the underside of my head,tracing a vein from root to tip. “Isn’t it enough you’re both gorgeous? You have to be hung as well.”
Sebastian’s laugh ended on a moan as I hummed my endorsement of her touch around the base of his length.
Linnea touched me then as I had never been touched like it before, as if a simple hand job was the apex of sexual pleasure. She paused only to spit lewdly on her palm, rolling it over my head to collect precum before setting a brutal pace, jacking me with brief forays into playing the slit in my head. Each time her fingertip slid inside it, my hips jerked and precum boiled out of me, slicking her firm, almost punishing grip for an easier glide.
Sebastian’s dick in my throat and Linnea’s hand on my cock might have been the sexiest thing that had ever happened to me, and I had done a lot.
But it was their conviction that undid me.
They fucked me like nothing else existed but this.
Like using me and giving me pleasure, alternatively, was their sole purpose on this earth, and nothing short of world destruction would pull them away from this moment.
God, I had never had a hope of resisting their dangerous temptation.
“Do you want to fuck him,trottolina mia?” Sebastian rasped. “Do you want to feel that thick cock fill you up?”
“More than anything,” she said immediately, squeezing my base as if to test the girth she would have inside her.
“Take off your panties and climb into his lap,” Sebastian ordered thickly. “I want to watch you fuck while I use both your mouths.”
“Oh my God,” she whispered almost to herself, shaking as she pulled away from my shaft to shuck her delicate lace thong before practically throwing herself in my lap.
Done with being passive, I clamped one hand over the curve of her hip and traced the other over the hairless creased of hergroin down to the place where she was wettest. A groan worked through my throat along with Seb’s dick as my fingers played at her drenched entrance.
Sebastian pulled out and fisted his cock, holding it so he could trace the wet tip over Linnea’s dropped open mouth.
“Do you want to suck him?” I asked her as I pinched and rolled her clit. “You told me you like to be used. Show us how true that is.”
Without hesitation, she closed her full, pink lips around his head, eyes meeting mine as she took him inch by inch down her throat. Her eyes glossed with tears at the effort, cheeks hollowed, throat bulging and breath stoppered up in her lungs.
“Good fucking girl,” I crooned, wrapping my free hand around her throat lightly to feel them the way she had done with me. “You look even more beautiful with him in your mouth than I thought possible.”
