Trace grunted, still hammering into me. “You’re gonna love this pussy, Kaleb. It’s so fucking snug and hot.”
“I’m gonna take her from behind. I want to have a good grip on that ass while I fuck her. You can hold her still for me.”
Oh, God.My inner muscles clenched.
Trace let out a groan that was edged with amusement. “She likes that idea.” He upped his pace, gripping one of my breasts. “These tits would look perfect covered in my come.”
Kaleb hummed. “It would be a pretty sight. You gonna be able to pull out before you come, though?”
“Fuck, no.”
A chuckle rumbled out of Kaleb and IswearI felt that sound dance over my heated skin.
I’d never had a quick trigger, but I was so close to fracturing. The deep drives of Trace’s cock, the slapping of flesh each time he slammed home, the rub of his chest against my nipples, the heaviness of his body, the feel of Kaleb’s fingerscurled around my wrists … it was a sensual overload, and I couldn’t get enough. And there was something about the way they talkedaroundme, like I was a mere body to be used, that made it even hotter.
Trace released my breast, hiked up my leg, and plunged even deeper.
Oh. fuck.
He said something else. So did Kaleb. I didn’t register the words, too swept up in the build-up of pleasure coiled in my lower stomach. It twisted, curled, contracted. And then it burst outward.
I screamed, digging my heels into his lower back, clamping down on the cock that pounded and pounded and pounded.
Trace shoved his face into my neck and spat a curse as he rammed his hips forward one last time, locking his dick inside me as he exploded.
Limp as a stringless puppet, I closed my eyes, my chest heaving with every ragged breath.
“Move,” Kaleb growled. “I want at her.”
Trace left a suckling little bite on my neck and then withdrew, his weight leaving me.
“Flip her over, Trace.”
Suddenly I was on my stomach.
Kaleb dragged me up the bed, caught a fistful of my hair, snatched my head up, and positioned the broad tip of his cock near my mouth. “Get it wet.”
Bracing myself on my knees and elbows, I swallowed him down, feeling the stretch on my lips. His dick was a little thicker than Trace’s. Or maybe it just seemed that way while crammed in my mouth.
I drew my lips back, keeping the suction tight, watching Kaleb’s eyes flare. Then I swallowed him down again, taking a little more this time.
I flinched as sharp teeth sank into the globe of my ass.
“Just had to take a small bite,” said Trace, utterly unapologetic. He smoothed his hand down my back, over my butt, and thrust a finger into my pussy.
I jolted but kept bopping my head up and down Kaleb’s dick, rasping my tongue against the throbbing vein.
“That’s it,” began Trace, pumping his finger, “you just keep sucking his cock while I play with this pussy. But if you stop, I stop.”
Oh, there’d be no stopping.
I sucked Kaleb deep over and over, letting the broad head bump against the back of my throat each time because I knew he liked it.
Groaning, Kaleb raked blunt nails over my scalp. “Shit, this mouth was made for sucking cock.Mycock.”
I moaned around his shaft as a second finger plunged inside me.
He swore. “Get her there, Trace. I want to thrust my dick into her pussy while she’s in the middle of coming.”