She’s not, as it turns out. But she is back on the exercise bike, peddling her fucking heart out.
When our eyes meet again, I shoot her a smile—despite the two cocks still pressed against my lips.
She shoots me one back. We don’t need words to communicate with each other—those grins say the exact same thing:
You go, girl.
Chapter 12
Kara
Eric drives his Tesla a little too fast, and Chase can’t seem to keep his hands off me as they give me a ride home.
The trunk and the back seat of the car are filled to capacity with all twelve flavors of Protein Plus shakes. When I told them I wanted as much of their yummy, cummy protein shakes as I could drink, they seriously fucking listened.
Part of me thinks that they just get off on knowing that even when they’re not around, I’ll be guzzling their cum. But then again, it kind of turns me on, too, so I’m not going to complain about my lifetime supply.
“You’ve got the prettiest fuckin’ shoulders, girl,” Chase purrs, pressing a kiss onto one of my shoulder blades. Since the car is filled to the brim with Protein Plus, there was only one place left for me to sit: on Chase’s lap in the passenger seat.
“Glad you like them,” I preen. I’m so fucking amped from all the orgasms they’ve given me that I’m suddenly just as cocky as they are?which could be dangerous, I guess, if I wasn’t enjoying it so much.
“Good enough to eat,” Chase growls.
“Ow!” I yelp, then I giggle as he bites into my shoulder like a fucking animal or something.
“Don’t make me turn this car around,” Eric warns us.
As his hand finds my thigh, I can’t imagine that he’s too serious about that. Probably, he’s just jealous he can’t be nibbling on my shoulders, too.
...unless he means, like, he’s going to turn the car around and take me back to his place for more hot fucking.
Actually, I bet that’s exactly what he means.
Oh, god. I’m way in over my head with these men. And honestly, babe…I kind of fucking love it. There’s no better place to be in all the world—no place I would rather be.
Especially considering the way Chase’s dick is pressing against my ass as Eric hits a pothole—deliberately, too, I bet.
Fuck. These men are insatiable, and it’s fucking catching, too.
This is the most attention I’ve gotten from men in years. Maybe like…ever.
Sure, I had my fair share of admirers when I was modeling, but I always had this nagging fucking feeling that they just had some kind of big girl fetish, y’know?
Some of the creepy-ass messages I used to get were, “Kara, baby, sit on my face and suffocate me with that fat ass,” and “Hey, sweetheart, wanna go whaling?”
I could never tell if they were hitting on me or insulting me.
Probably, it was both.
But all of that’s gone now, and instead, I’m riding an expensive car with two super-buff billionaire fitness moguls who like to pump me full of their candy cum.
Those creepy dudes on the internet are probably still in their mommies’ basements, rubbing their Cheeto-dust fingers all over their tiny little pricks.
We pull up to my apartment, and I consider inviting them inside. Like, I’m not saying that I’m in desperate need of another taste of their dicks right now or anything…
But then Eric hits the pothole right in front of the building, and Chase twists my nipple beneath my tank top.
On second thought, that’s exactly what I need.