“Do you want us, Kara?” Eric asks.
“Fucking looks like she does,” Chase assesses, licking my juices off his fingers and going in for seconds.
“I do,” I profess, humping Chase’s hand—then Eric’s—as they tease my pussy with their fingertips. “Honestly, I really fucking do. Fuck me, guys. Please!”
“You sure that’s not just our mind control cum talking?” Eric asks.
I laugh, but when I look down at him, he looks dead fucking serious.
Ugh. Just for the sake of his peace of mind, I consider it.
Jeez. After everything we’ve been through, he sure is worried that maybe all the things I feel for him aren’t actually real.
I’ve been off the Protein Plus shakes for a while now—long enough that I can’t even imagine that any of their effects are still in my system. I’m not even sure if it was ever the Protein Plus that was making me so fucking horny at all.
Exercise is supposed to come with an increased libido—as is weight loss. That, combined with my insane natural attraction to Chase and Eric—and the fact that I constantly have them at my beck and call, free to tease them and suck them and have them fuck me anytime I want…
I wouldn’t be fucking surprised if this whole time, it wasn’t just pheromones and true love.
Maybe the Protein Shakes exacerbated that a little—but since my men were
always around to make me come and blow their loads in my mouth whenever I wanted, I certainly never fucking minded.
Like, babe, I have two tall, buff, insanely handsome billionaire boyfriends with matching 12-inch dicks, and they both fucking love me.
You don’t need to be brainwashed with super cum to know that that’s pretty much as good as it gets.
“I’m sure,” I tell them with the utmost certainty. “I fucking love you. I love you both, okay? No tricks, no brainwashing, no—oh!”
Before I can even finish, they’re lifting me up off the ground like I weigh nothing and sitting me on the little guardrail that separates the walkway from the windows. I giggle, pushing my knees together and playing coy, but they’re not having any of that.
Immediately, they pull my knees apart and spread them as wide as they can go.
Which is pretty fucking wide—not to brag or anything, but by the time they have me where they want me, I’m pretty much doing the splits while I sit atop the guardrail, flashing them my dripping wet, throbbing cunt and bathed in blue neon light.
“What do you want, Kara?” Eric asks me.
“Tell your men what you fuckin’ need,” Chase adds.
“I wanna come!” I yell with the world’s biggest fucking grin on my face. “I want you to make me fucking come!”
“And where do you want us?”
“On your knees,” I command, feeling totally fucking mad with power. “Lick my wet cunt until I’m cumming against your mouths!”
They obey. It’s so fucking sexy when they just give me what I want—which is them, both of them, as often as possible and in as big of doses as I can get. I know they’re stronger than me. They usually know better than even I do what I really need. But for once, they’re not making me fight them for what I want.
Instead, they just drop to their knees and start taking turns licking my smooth, sticky slit with their hot, wet tongues.
It’s only as I’m approaching the first orgasm that I realize in between licks, they’re both fumbling with something in their pockets. The way my pussy is throbbing and aching and threatening to splooge all over their gorgeous faces combined with the natural sway of the tower as it moves with the wind outside is enough to make me dizzy…
But I’d have to be pretty fucking blind not to notice that they’ve both pulled out little pink velvet boxes from the pockets of their suit jackets.
Two fucking guesses what’s inside, babes.
I know in a goddamn instant, even before they flip them open to show off my consolation prize.
“Oh my god,” I say as Eric sucks my clit into his mouth one last time.