“It feels so good to be with you two again,” I tell them, taking a sip out of my champagne and looking from Anders to Logan.
“That’s right,” Anders says, walking up to me and then turning around to face Logan. “Listen, man, the things I’ve said --”
“Ah, forget about that shit,” Logan says happily, waving his hand at Anders. “It’s in the fucking past. And, besides, you were just looking after Lana. I would've done the same.”
“But --”
“Seriously, no fucking buts. Right now, we need to celebrate!” he cries out with a grin, taking the bottle to his lips once more.
“That’s right … a little celebration is in order,” I agree, walking up to Logan and taking the bottle out of his hands. I place it back on the table and, next to it, I set down my glass. “But I was thinking we could do something other than drinking … if you know what I mean,” I continue, lowering my voice until it becomes a lustful whisper.
“Oh, I know what you mean alright,” Anders laughs, setting his glass next to mine and then taking his hands to my waist. “And I happen to agree with you.”
“That makes it three of us then,” Logan says, joining the fray.
“Good,” I purr, biting on my lip and looking at Logan. “Because I’m really in the mood for something … hard. I want you two to use and abuse me.”
“That’s something we can definitely do,” Anders replies, leaning in and brushing his lips against mine.
“Then do it,” I whisper back at him. “Because right now… I want it rough.”
“Oh, the lady wants it rough?” Logan laughs, his voice making a shiver of anticipation climb up my spine. “We can definitely do rough,” he continues, closing the distance between him and I, and stealing me from Anders’ embrace. Then, placing his hands on my waist, he pushes me back until the backs of my knees meet the couch, and then he forces me to sit down. “Right now, you belong to us, Lana. You and your body,” he whispers, a note of delicious depravity and dominance tainting each and every one of his words.
Standing up by Logan’s side, Anders then leans into me and grabs the front of my dress. Without saying a single word, he just pulls it from opposite sides and rips it apart, the naked skin of my chest and bra coming into sight. Logan joins him in a heartbeat and together, the two of them simply tear the dress off my body and turn it into tatters.
I sit there on the couch, looking up at them and wearing only my La Perla lingerie, and I feel my pussy becoming as wet as the Pacific ocean. I can see it in their eyes; this time they aren’t just going to fuck me. They’re going to ravish me; they’re going to demolish my pussy and my sanity … and I simply can’t wait for it.
Without a sound that almost sounds like a growl, Logan goes down to his knees in front of me and, placing his hands on my knees, he forces me to spread my legs wide. I part them, allowing him to fit his body in that space, and he dives into me in a heartbeat. Taking his open mouth to the wetness between my thighs, he presses his lips against my drenched thong and starts sucking on my pussy over the fabric.
I tangle my fingers in his hair as he does it, pulling him into me and thrusting against his face, and that just makes him suck harder. While Logan is focused on my pussy, Anders places his hands in the space between the couch and my back and finds the clasp of my bra; undoing it in a hurry, he then yanks my bra off and flings it to a far off corner. He then climbs on top of the couch and, kneeling there, he leans into me and grabs both my tits, squeezing them eagerly.
Taking one hand off of Logan’s head, I grab Anders' hair and pull him into me; he parts his lips at once and goes straight for my right nipple, wrapping his lips around it and lapping at my rosy tip with his tongue.
I close my eyes and moan, succumbing to the way they work me with their mouths. I press my back against the couch and take deep breaths, trying to remain conscious enough to enjoy the moment. It’s harder than it seems; let me tell you that. When two men like them are pleasuring you like this … Fuck, it’s a struggle to keep in control of my mental faculties; my body just seems like a puppet, and the one pulling the strings is none other than my instinct.
“Let’s get this out of the way,” I hear Logan say from between my thighs, and then I feel him curling his fingers over the hem of my thong. Before I can prepare for it, he just pulls the fabric against my outer thigh and rips it off me, completely ruining another one of my La Perla thongs. God, I gotta start buying cheaper lingerie, or else these two are going to be my financial ruin.
The moment the thong is off my body, Logan returns his attention to my pussy; but now that there’s no barrier between his mouth and my wetness, his hunger seems to have doubled. When he presses his lips against my clit, he presses against it with his tongue and starts sucking hard on it, almost as if he wanted to suck my soul through my clit. Sure, it might sound absurd, but just because you never had a man eating you out like Logan’s doing right now.
I know, I know… I’m bragging. But what the hell, I’ve earned the right to brag! After two weeks of desperation and tears, I’ve finally emerged victorious, and I think that allows me a bit of leeway, wouldn’t you say?
“That’s so… Oh, God, so good…” I moan as Logan’s lips fall from my clit and he focuses on my folds. Tilting his head sideways, he sucks my inner lips into his mouth, running his mouth up and down their length as he scoops up my fluids with the tip of his tongue.
“You’re really chatty, aren’t you?” Anders suddenly says, and I turn to him just in time to watch him stand up on the couch next to me, his crotch dangerously close to my face. “Maybe it’s time you do something else with your mouth,” he tells me with a grin, unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down.
As I watch his cock throb under the dark fabric of his boxer briefs, I simply can’t restrain myself and I reach for it and tug it down. His cock springs free immediately and slaps the back of my hand; I try to grab his cock, but Anders is faster than me.
Tangling his fingers in my hair, he pulls my head toward him while, with his other hand, he grabs his own cock and angles it down. Next thing I know, I’ve opened my mouth wide and his twelve inches are already rolling down my tongue, only stopping when they hit the back of my throat.
I close my eyes and let a moan tickle the back of my throat as Anders starts thrusting, rocking his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth while Logan devours my pussy.
And when I say devour, I really mean it. The way Logan’s eating me out right now… God, where do I even start? He flicks his tongue at my inner lips with the expertise of a man who has lived a thousand lives, and now he has his thumb pressing down on my clit as well. Tongue, lips, and fingers—that’s how he drives me to the brink of an orgasm.
Grabbing Logan’s hair with both of my hands, I pull him into me with all my strength while I thrust my pussy against his face, rubbing my wetness against his mouth. Matching my fiery movements, he starts working on my clit and pussy even more furiously, and that orgasm finally takes over me.
Slight spasms make my pussy lips tremble and twitch, and I wrap my lips so tightly around Anders’ cock that he even stops thrusting and simply slides his whole inch out of my mouth. The moment he does it, I throw my head back against the couch and let a loud scream explode from my lips.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” I yell, still swaying my hips and rubbing my pussy against Logan. “I want more!” I continue, losing all semblance of control.