One moment I’m moaning, the other I’m screaming as if someone has tied me to a pole and set me on fire. The witch of pleasure is burning at the stake, it seems, and it feels amazing.
My muscles spasm and twitch, and the orgasm blankets me—body, mind, and soul. I mean, I don’t even know if there’s such thing as a soul, but if it exists, it’s burning up right now.
“That was so good,” I whisper, letting go of Drake’s cock and simply falling forward. I lie down on the mattress again, my limbs sprawled to the side as my heart beats so fast it seems like there’s a jackhammer inside my ribcage.
“It was just the warm up,” I hear Sloane say, and I can tell there’s a vicious grin on his face from the sound of his voice. “You said it yourself.”
“You did,” Drake agrees. “And now that the warm up's done… We can get this party started.”
“We can,” I tell them, rolling to my back and smiling. I sit up on the bed, biting on my lower lip as I let it all sink in; I’m about to be fucked by both my stepdad and stepbrother, the two most handsome men to ever walk the earth. I have no idea what I did to deserve something like this, and you can be sure that I’m not going to let this opportunity go to waste. Oh, no.
“Let’s have some fun then,” I whisper, resting my hands on Sloane’s hard pectorals and pushing on them. He falls back, lying down on the bed, and I climb on top of him with cat like movements, my knees on either side of his waist.
I grab his cock with one hand and point it at my pussy, pre-cum glistening on its tip. I lift my body a few inches and then lower myself as fast as I can, throwing my head back and screaming as I impale myself on his cock.
Leaning back, I place my hands on his legs for support and start swaying my hips, my body moving in waves. Drake climbs on the bed then, kneeling by our side; he takes one hand to my right breast and squeezes it while, at the same time, he crushes his mouth against mine. We kiss as Sloane and I fuck, my brain working overtime to process the onslaught of sensations.
“You look so beautiful,” Drake tells me in a whisper, pulling back from our kiss and looking at me with glazed eyes. There’s an expression of pure delight on my face now, locks of disheveled blonde hair covering my face.
“I know,” I say with a grin, grabbing his hair with one hand and pulling him into me. His mouth flies straight to my tits, and I gasp as he sucks on one nipple, nibbling at it harshly. He caresses both my nipples with his lips and tongue, but then he pulls back and bends over. Realizing what he’s about do, I bite my lower lip so hard I feel the taste of blood.
Drake’s mouth flies straight to my clit, and he wraps his lips around it fast, pressing down with his tongue at the same time. I stop the swaying motion of my body, allowing Sloane to take the lead, which he does right away, thrusting fast and hard.
I look down at the scene unfolding between my eyes with a delighted smile, Sloane’s mouth dangerously close to Drake’s cock as it goes in and out of my pussy. These two don’t hate each other as much as they say, I start to realize. In fact, I’m thinking it’s just the opposite; they like each other more than they should and, the fact that they don’t know how to deal with that, is exactly what drove them apart. That until now, of course: with Sloane sucking on my clit while Drake fucks me, I don’t think they’re entitled to say they dislike each other any longer.
Now this is some real sexual healing.
I grab at my breasts while they wor
k on my pussy and clit, throwing my head back and closing my eyes, a permanent smile on my face. Have I ever been this happy? I don’t think so.
More than just pleasing me, they’re pleasing me perfectly. As Sloane’s thrusts become faster, Drake starts working on my clit more furiously; it’s like there’s an unspoken bond between these two, one that they had no idea existed until now. In a sense, I’m the bridge between them. I just never knew that being a bridge could be this pleasurable.
“I think I’m going to come,” I whisper, my voice thick from the effort I make to get the words out. I come one heartbeat later, my pussy tightening around Sloane’s cock like a vice. Feeling my inner walls closing in on him, he starts thrusting even faster; if my orgasm is an explosion, his thrusts are like gasoline.
“Oh fuck, that’s it. So good,” I moan, my eyes rolling in their orbits as ecstasy rages through my veins, scorching all the nerve endings on the way. I’m moaning so loud now that it’s a surprise that the hotel manager hasn’t called the room yet, perhaps the other guests are too busy listening in to complain.
I try and catch my breath, but both Drake and Sloane act fast, forbidding me from taking a break. Sloane makes me roll to the side and, grabbing me by the hips, he makes me go on all fours again, my ass turned to Drake.
“Your turn,” he whispers at Drake, his cock twitching hard as the two of them lock eyes. Instead of just coming for me, though, Drake just remains frozen behind me, looking back at Sloane as if he were in a trance.
Without saying a word, Sloane closes the distance between him and Drake. I look back over my shoulder in time to see Sloane curling his fingers around Drake’s cock, and guiding it home, only letting go when its tip is pressed between my drenched folds. My heart skips a beat as I watch him do it and I realize that, whatever there is between the three of us, we’re just getting started.
Finally regaining consciousness, Drake grabs me by the waist and thrusts. His cock flies inside of me in a fraction of a second, straining against my inner walls on the way in and forcing me to unleash another wild scream of utter delight.
Sloane shuts me up fast enough, though. He stands up in front of me and, grabbing his cock, he just shoves it inside my mouth. My scream dies in my throat and, allowing my wicked instinct to take over, I start sucking on him eagerly.
I feel my skin prickling as his cock goes over my tongue; I can taste my pussy on his shaft, my fluids coating his flesh, and that just makes me lose all control. I thrust back as hard as I can, impaling myself on Drake’s cock, and then I move my body forward and allow Sloane’s cock to go all the way in. I keep on moving like this for what seems like forever, their cocks spit roasting in the most delirious way.
A cloud of pleasure drifts over my mind, and I know that another violent orgasm is on its way. And it couldn’t be any other way, with them, every time I come is like rapture. More than just the physical, it’s a spiritual experience. Now, I’ve never been a fan of all that new-agey talk, but there’s simply no better way to describe what’s happening right now. Nirvana, Heaven, Enlightenment—I don’t care, call it whatever you want. I’m not picky.
The urge to scream simply overpowers me and I pull my head back, taking Sloane’s cock out of my head. My scream is so loud that I’m waiting for the windows to shatter into a million fragments, but thank God, that doesn’t happen. What happens is that slight spasms take over my pussy, and a hurricane of pleasure whisks my rational mind away.
“OH GOD!” I scream, long flames of ecstasy dancing in that hurricane, my soul dancing tap dancing to the rhythm of pleasure.
Gritting my teeth, I hiss like a mad woman, my throat giving up on me. My muscles twitch and spasm erratically, and I feel beads of sweat dripping down from my forehead and plastering locks of hair to my face.
I look up at Sloane with an exhausted grin on my face and, even though my muscles are late to respond, I somehow manage to extend my arm and grab his cock. I start stroking him furiously and, realizing that he’s close, I stop immediately. With my eyes never leaving his, I raise my hips and take Drake's cock from inside my pussy.