Chapter 8
Josephine
With every one of Kendrick’s exhales, the room fills further with smoke, creating a soft haze. My nerves spark to life with each lick from Kylian as he absolutely devours my pussy.
I’m a loose, languid mess. Relaxed everywhere except for where it counts.
The promise of pleasure gathers low in my belly, then tingles up my spine. Bursts of sensation catch in my toes, my calves, up my thighs, and through my torso.
The anticipation is white hot. It’s the kind of orgasm that promises blackout-level bliss.
I’m so close, and I can’t fucking wait.
“Daddy, fuck. Please.” I can’t help it. I’m pleading for something I know he’ll give me.
But then he pulls back and sits up, his face glistening with a mixture of my arousal and Kendrick’s cum.
I yelp at the loss and scramble to sit up, ready to demand he finish what he started.
But Kylian isn’t looking at me.
No, he’s looking to Kendrick, who’s wearing a wicked smirk as smoke billows around him. His legs are wide, his stance relaxed. Somehow, his Calvins have disappeared. He’s lazily tugging on his straining erection, attention fixed on me, like he’s ready for round three.
“I’m not the boss tonight,” Kylian informs me. “Ask him if you can come.”
Fuck. A shot of electricity zings through me.
Am I really being edged by these two?
I’m too lust-drunk and high to sass back and put up a fight.
So I do as I’m told.
“Please, K? I need it. Please let me come.”
His wicked grin turns absolutely devilish. “You can come. Then when you’re done, you can crawl over here and thank me.”
Kylian dives back down, turning all his attention to my tender, needy clit. He laps at me, then presses the flat of his tongue against me, using his whole mouth to grind into me until I’m twisted even tighter than before.
My pussy pulses in anticipation, but the waves of pleasure keep gathering, each one more violent than the last, heating my body from the inside out.
Kylian sinks one finger inside me and expertly navigates to my G-spot, pressing with the perfect amount of pleasure and caressing me inside while never letting up on my clit.
That’s just the trigger I need.
His name is ripped from my throat, followed by Kendrick’s as I lock eyes with him. Kylian doesn’t slow. He keeps lapping at me as I spiral.
K tugs on his cock, timing the pulls with the pulsing of my pussy. “Fuck, that looks like a good one.”
Kylian grunts his agreement but still doesn’t stop.
Finally, it’s too much, and I slam my thighs closed, desperate to give my overstimulated nerves a break.
Kylian scoffs, pries my legs off his head, and spreads me open wider than before.
“Stay,” he murmurs, shifting back to give Kendrick a clear view of my cunt.
“Goddamn,” he murmurs at the sight of me. “She’s so pink and swollen. You love his mouth on you, don’t you, Mama?”
Chest heaving, I sigh. “Yes.”
“You know we’re not done with you, yeah?”
“I know.” Already, heat pools deep in my belly again.
“Once you get feeling back in your legs, get on your hands and knees and crawl to me.”
Fuck. My heart just about leaps out of my chest at his command.
Kylian wipes at his chin and grins at me. He offers a hand to help me up. Once I’m steady on my feet, I sink to my knees.
Then I do as I’m told and fucking crawl.
My breasts sway and my hips swing as I close the space between us.
“Ah, fuck,” Kylian murmurs reverently from behind.
Kendrick chuckles. “Hang in there, Boy Genius. You’re gonna get yours.”
At the base of Kendrick’s chair, I kneel before him, my legs spread wide and my head tipped back in submission.
“Goddamn, Jojo. You’re so fucking pretty.” He swipes at my bottom lip, then cradles my head in his hands. “She’s a good fucking girl, isn’t she, Kyl?”
“She is,” Kylian murmurs in my ear.
His proximity startles me, but I relax again immediately and tip back, seeking his touch.
Kendrick’s grip on my head tightens to keep me from arching away.
“Who’s the boss?” he chides.
“You, K,” I whisper as arousal drips down my thighs.
“Who gives you pleasure, Mama?”
My smile widens. “You, Kendrick.” This time when I tip back, he releases my head. “And Daddy,” I purr, finding Kylian’s mouth for a hurried, sloppy kiss.
The combination of my flavor and Kendrick’s on his tongue makes my pussy convulse.
“Hey now,” K scolds playfully. Gripping my chin and turning my face, he regards me. “Don’t you think your Daddy deserves to come?”
“Yes,” I reply without hesitation.
“You’re gonna suck him off right here in this chair while I eat your ass.”
I practically black out as his words register, but I’m quickly pulled back to the moment when he rises, lifts me off the ground, and makes way.
“Sit,” he tells Kylian.
The boys swap positions. Kylian lowers into the chair as Kendrick trails a finger over my shoulders and down the length of my spine before dipping between my ass cheeks.
“You don’t stop for anything,” K whispers, his voice husky and heated. He presses into my back, his hips encouraging me forward.
Kylian fists his cock in one hand.
“Suck him,” K commands.
I’ve barely begun when big hands spread me open from behind. Kendrick dives in without preamble, pulling my puckered hole open and exploring with his tongue.
“Goddamn, Mama,” he grunts, alternating long licks with greedy plunges.
Every time his tongue breaches the ring of muscle, I whimper.
Every time I whimper, Kylian fucks my mouth harder.
We’re a chain of indulgence, perfectly in sync as we careen toward mutual pleasure.
“Close,” Kylian announces after a few minutes of steady sucking.
Doubling down in earnest, I hollow my cheeks and swirl my tongue under his crown the way he likes. His hands massage into my hair and hold as he uses my mouth to find his release.
Kendrick doesn’t quit as I suck down every drop of Kylian.
But then he pulls back and rises to his knees, and the loss of sensation has me gasping “no!”
“Stay down,” he grunts as warmth hits my low back.
Sticky release trails down my spine like honey. I’m keyed up and trembling as I wait for what he’s going to do next.
“You good?” Kendrick asks.
It’s not until Kylian grunts a half-intelligible “uh-huh” that I realize he was talking to him.
“Sit up, brother. Rub her clit and suck on her perfect tits while I work on this last hole.”
Fuck.
My pussy clenches at the very thought, then my whole body jolts and quickly tenses as Kendrick dips a finger through his cum on my back and rubs me.
“Relax for me, Mama. That’s it. Ease back. Let us make you feel good.”
His encouragement does the trick. That, and Kylian’s mouth and hands expertly building me to orgasm number—fuck, I’ve lost count.
My breathing transforms to pants when Kendrick finally pushes in.
“You’re mine,” he growls in my ear as he crooks his finger inside my ass, claiming me in a way I’ve never been claimed before.
“Your mouth. Your cunt. This ass. All of you belongs to all of me. You feel me, Mama?”
I lean back, baring down as he works a second finger into my ass. Then I’m crying out as the finger fucking and Kylian’s expert ministrations send me barreling over the edge.