“B-because I want you. I want to p-please you—oh my god, oh my god—”
“What else?” Eric demands. “What else do you want?”
“I w-want to come!” I scream. “Please! PLEASE! Let me come—let me come.”
“Not yet,” Eric says.
I think my heart is going to shatter into a million fucking pieces.
I think it’s going to burst.
It’s going to explode.
“Hmm…Okay. Now,” Eric relents. “Come, Kara. Come for us, babe. Fucking COME!”
“I’m COMING!!!!!!!” I squeal, and then it’s just a wordless scream coming out of my throat. My pussy starts to gush against Chase’s mouth, and he laps it all up. The sound pouring from my lips sounds like a fucking opera singer’s crescendo—guess I picked the wrong talent.
“Good girl,” Eric’s deep, husky voice is saying in my ear. “That’s a good girl, Kara. Good girl…Good fucking girl.”
My eyelashes flutter. My whole body feels like it’s exited this dimension and entered a new, sexier one.
My cunt is throbbing, hot pink and so wet that it’s practically a sexual slip n’ slide—which makes me think that maybe I ought to try begging for dick again.
“Don’t even think about it,” Chase says, reading my fucking mind as he slides my legs off his shoulders.
He kisses me, and I can taste myself all over his fucking lips. And his chin. And his cheeks.
I end up licking him all over, rubbing my face against his like an overeager puppy, which makes him laugh.
“A girl can dream, right?”
“It’s not just a dream, Kara,” Eric says, spinning me around to face him. He licks my cum off of my cheeks, then off my lips, then claims a kiss from me for himself. “Fuck—you taste fucking good.”
“She’ll taste even better once she’s been crowned Miss Sexy USA,” Chase reminds him.
“Mm. So she will,” Eric agrees. “But until then…you’re just going to have to stew in your fucking juices, Kara.”
“Do I have to?” I whine. “Maybe I could skip the speech part…”
Look, babe, I swear. I’m not usually like this. I went two whole fucking years totally dry without Chase and Eric’s huge fucking cocks to suck and ride and keep me well-supplied with cum!
“Not a chance,” Eric says sternly. His thumb moves over my lip, even as I fucking pout and whimper and beg for more. “The audience loves your personality, babe.”
“And you’ve gotta give the people what they want,” Chase says.
“What about what I want?” I whimper as they turn me around to face the stage.
“You want to be a winner, don’t you?” Eric asks.
“Want to be a winner so you can take our fucking cum like the good little whore you are?” Chase adds.
“Yes,” I whisper. “M-more than anything.”
“Then go get ‘em,” Eric says, pushing me forward.
“Show ‘em what you’re made of.” Chase squeezes my hand before I go.
“And now for our final contestant,” the announcer on the stage croons into the mic. “The glamorous, delectable, and totally nude…Protein Plus’ Kara Gilmore!”