scalp.
“Mmm,” I moan.
I break the kiss, laying my head back and giving Holt my mouth as Jackson pulls my flimsy tank down, covering my nipple with his mouth.
“What’s my baby want tonight?” Holt growls behind me, running his thumb over my lips as he holds my jaw.
“I think she wants to be fucked hard and have all her holes filled.” Jackson hums, biting my nipple.
I whimper and grind harder into Jackson’s rock-hard dick, as Holt attacks my neck, biting and sucking the tender flesh.
“Mouth.” … “Pussy,” they simultaneously level, calling dibs. I almost come on the spot.
They may share me, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t lions fighting over prey when we’re in here. It’s my favorite version of them. Insatiable. Aggressive. And fucking entitled.
My back is suddenly cold as Holt pushes off the bed. Jackson grabs me and flips me onto all fours—ass smacked for good measure, as I squeal laughing.
“Damn, this ass is fine.”
Holt stands in front of me, cock fisted as he strokes himself, twisting up and down and running his thumb over the precum that’s beaded on top. My mouth opens, wanting to taste the salty juices, as he runs the tip over my lips.
“Be a good girl and open wide.”
I look up from under my lashes, running my tongue over my lips, and do as I’m told. Holt feeds his dick into my mouth inch by gorgeous inch, letting out a long breath as he does.
“This mouth is heaven-sent.”
I suck, hollowing my cheeks, only faltering when Jackson circles his tip around my entrance. He grips my hips, thrusting inside of me, bowing my back, and stills. His strong hands knead my hips, pressing into my skin and probably leaving bruises as he finds his calm.
“Fuck. Her pussy is so fucking soft. Like fucking velvet. Goddamn.”
Holt’s hand grips my hair, guiding my head up and down, controlling the speed, as his other hand grips the top of the metal railing around our four-post bedframe. My ass rocks, meeting Jackson’s movement, and my skin pebbles against his touch as he runs his hand over my ass.
Jackson fucks me slow, easing in and out until he’s almost out before thrusting back in. I know he’s watching himself enter me each time. He likes to own me.
Just like Holt watches, eyes locked on me as I suck, taking him back as far as I can with each pump of his hips. He’s fucking my mouth the same way he treats my pussy—roughly. I love that about him. He’s a brute. Always.
“Swallow me down, baby,” Holt grunts. “I want to feel your fucking throat.”
His grip tightens in my hair, pulling so hard it hurts.
“She likes that. Her pussy just got wetter,” Jackson groans, appreciatively.
I’m full, trapped between my men, being fucked like an animal, used for their pleasure, and I fucking love it.
Jackson’s pace picks up, and my warm walls clench against him, feeling the familiar build inside of me. He’s pushing in and out, faster and faster, slapping against my ass, pulling me back into himself with more force. His groans and grunts are animalistic as his thick cock fills and stretches me.
Each time Jackson pulls me back, Holt holds me in place by my hair as his cock pushes deeper and deeper into my mouth. I choke against Holt’s force, spit glistening around my lips as he holds my head in place, thrusting faster into my mouth. They’re relentless on each end of me, tearing toward their climax, bringing me to my own.
It’s all building, more and more, faster and faster. Holt fucking my mouth. Jackson pounding my pussy. And I reach down, rubbing fast against my clit, whimpering, fucking crying as the climax hits, rolling my eyes back and my whole body tensing as I scream into Holt’s cock.
Warmth rushes into my mouth as Holt groans, “Fuck,” and I swallow him down, swirling my tongue around his sensitive head and dropping my hand from my clit.
Jackson’s fingers dig into my skin as his hand reaches around, covering one of my breasts to pull my back to his chest as he thrusts two more times, letting out a grunt and emptying inside of me.
Holt stands, breathing heavily, and rubs a hand over his chest as he stares at me. My eyes stay locked to his as Jackson kisses my neck softly, saying, “I love you,” into my skin.
“I love you,” I mouth to Holt, and he smiles, mouthing back, “We love you too.”
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