“You keep saying things like that, I might have to reward you,” I laugh, my heart tightening up as they brush their fingertips over my hard nipples. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel their touch on my rosy tips, and my mouth dries up with anticipation.
“Being here with you is the o
nly reward we want,” Tristan whispers and then, softly digging his fingers into my breast and squeezing it, he parts his lips and takes them to my nipple. I bite down on my lower lip as I watch him close the distance between his mouth and my breast, and I close my eyes right before he makes contact.
Wrapping his lips around my left nipple, he takes into his mouth and runs his tongue around it, his movements slow but precise. “Oh, God,” I moan as I feel Madden’s lips around my right nipple, both men licking and sucking at my sensitive tips.
As they do it, Madden places one hand on my knee and brings it up my leg a few inches. He holds it there for a few seconds and then, sliding his hand fast, he brings his fingers all the way up to my inner thigh. He doesn’t go for my pussy right away - instead, he strokes the tender skin on my inner thighs with his fingertips, teasing me and making me even more wet.
“Let’s get this out of the way,” Tristan whispers as he pulls back from my nipple; hooking his fingers on the left cup of my bra, he yanks it off me and then lets it fall to the floor at his feet. Looking at me as if I were the last woman on Earth, he caresses my breast softly, and I can’t help but notice his cock becoming even harder as he plays with my nipple.
And you know I can’t resist a cock as hard as his.
My hand darts to his crotch and I flatten it against his bulging shape, rubbing it over the tented up fabric of his pants. I do the same with Madden, taking both their cocks in my hand, and I hold my breath as Madden finally starts brushing his fingers against my groin, tracing the contour of my thong.
“Oh, come on, don’t torture me,” I protest against his teasing and, before I can restrain myself, I let go of his cock and curl my fingers around his wrist. Pulling his hand against me, I force him to cup my pussy and only then do I peel my fingers off his wrist. Throwing my head back, I let a heavy sigh roll out from between my lips and I can’t help but sway my hips, rocking my pussy against the palm of his hand.
“You’re in a hurry, aren’t you?” Tristan laughs but, at the same time, he allows his hand to slide down from my breast. He takes it to my outer thigh and, hooking his thumb on the string of fabric that laces my waist, he pulls on it so hard that he rips my thong apart. Yanking on my torn underwear, he pulls it off my body and I moan as I feel the fabric sliding over my skin.
Now completely naked, I can’t help but surrender to the base instinct commanding my brain right now. Curling my fingers around Tristan’s wrist again, I force him press his hand harder against my pussy; taking the hint, he rests his thumb over my clit while, at the same time, he slowly slides his index finger inside my pussy. He curls it upward, bringing it straight up to my G-spot, and holds it there. Pressing hard against that sensitive pleasure center, he then slides one more finger inside me and my insides feel as if they’re on fire.
“That’s… so… fucking… good…” I manage to say between breaths, my mind slowly spinning out of control. Taking one hand to Tristan’s chest, I grab the collar of his shirt and pull on it as hard as I can, a desperate urge to see his naked chest taking over me. I hear the sound of ripping fabric and the buttons pop out one after the other in fast sequence, jumping down to the tiled floor of our kitchen. Running my fingers over the grooves between his abs, I grit my teeth as Madden starts flicking his wrist, his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy with the steady perfection of a well-oiled piston.
“I know it’s good,” Madden whispers into my ear, his words loaded with seductive lust, “and it’s about to get better.” With that, he starts rubbing his thumb against my clit, stroking at a matching rhythm to the fingers he has sliding in and out of me.
“Oh, God,” I moan through my gritted teeth, the hand I had over Tristan’s abs now going down to meet his belt. Using my trembling fingers, I somehow manage to unbuckle it and then start tugging at the belt, pulling it out from its loop with erratic movements. The moment I pull the belt off, I throw it to the floor and then unbutton his pants, pushing his zipper down with a kind of desperate hurry.
“I’m not going anywhere, you know?” Tristan laughs, allowing his pants to fall down to his knees, his cock throbbing against my fingers as I curl them around his shaft over his boxers.
“I know… But I want your cocks right now,” I say, the tone of my voice making my words sound more like a growl than anything else. Jesus, I never thought that christening a kitchen could be this fun.
“Right now?” Madden teases me, pressing so hard against my G-spot that I see all black for a few seconds. Oh, he really knows how to handle me.
“Well, I can wait a bit,” I say, feeling out of breath as he resumes his fingering, doing it so fast and viciously that it feels like blue hot flames are spreading from my pussy and engulfing my whole body.
I don’t know how I do it, but somehow I manage to put my hand to work and, as Madden fingers me, I stroke Tristan over his boxer briefs with erratic movements. It doesn’t take long for that familiar pressure to start building up inside me, and my movements become more erratic than ever. Finally, no longer able to coordinate my body, I just let go of him and throw myself back over the counter, remaining propped up on my elbows.
Closing my eyes and gritting my teeth, I let that pressure grow until it becomes almost unbearable. My pussy lips tighten up around Madden’s fingers and, next thing I know, I’m screaming like a banshee. Every single muscle in my body seems to be twitching, and a high voltage current is electrifying my pussy. Even my hands have turned into fists, my fingernails digging deep into my skin.
And this is just the appetizer.
“Okay… Okay…” I breath out as that orgasm fades away, sitting up on the table again as Madden takes his fingers off my pussy. I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand, realizing that I’m drenched in sweat, and I look from Madden to Tristan with a devilish look on my face.
“Let’s have some fun,” I purr, pushing myself off the counter. Moving fast, my wicked instinct dictating the movements of my body, I turn toward Tristan and push his town shirt down his shoulders; then I pull his pants down and he just does the rest, taking off his shoes and kicking his pants to the corner.
“Your turn now,” I whisper, turning to Madden and taking both my hands to the collar of his shirt. Without bothering to unbutton it, I just pull at the fabric as hard as I can, tearing it apart and pushing it down his shoulders and arms. Locking my eyes on his, I then slide my hands down his naked chest and curl my fingers around his belt; unbuckling it, I then pull his zipper down and send his pants down to his ankles.
“Now we’re talking,” Madden grins as he kicks off his shoes and takes off his pants.
“Yes, we are,” I reply, looking at their almost naked bodies, their boxer briefs the only barrier between me and their glorious cock. “Take it off,” I command them, sitting up on the countertop again and smiling. I never blink as they take their fingers to their waist and start pulling down their boxers, doing it so slowly that I almost jump toward them to do it myself.
When they finally send their boxers down their legs, their cocks springing free fast, I spread my legs wide and invite them in.
Madden is the first to take me up on that invitation; he closes the distance between our naked bodies fast, standing up between my spread legs and grabbing his cock with one hand.
“Ready for it?” He teases me, angling his cock down and brushing its tip up the length of my wet pussy lips.
“I was born ready,” I reply, throwing my arms over his shoulders and burying my fingernails on the muscles of his back. I pull him into me, doing it with as much as strength as I have, and he just thrusts. His cock pushes my inner lips aside and, straining against my inner walls, his whole twelve inches fly deep inside of me.