Chapter 12
Twelve
A good little slut doesn’t come unless given permission.
And then she comes *hard*.
- Arienna
Finding the energy from somewhere deep inside, I turn to look over at Richard. I thought you didn’t want us touching below the waist? Are you sure about this? I’d love it but not if you won’t.
Oh no, that’s a lot of words…
I’m never going to get through all of them before Jace starts. He’s already standing in front of us, his cock still hard and aching.
Forcing my tongue to move, I keep my eyes on my king. “Colou…?”
His face softens. “Yellow.” His lips lower to my ear. “Just don’t come from him.”
Nuzzling my neck, he brushes his thumbs over both my nipples as Jace drops to his knees in front of us. My king’s breath tickles my shoulder as he peers over it. As his friend lowers his head between my legs, shivers rip through me. I squeeze my thighs, my pussy throbbing.
Glancing up at me, Jace slowly licks his way up my leg.
My hand flops onto his head, my fingers curling into his curly blond hair. Holding him, I stay completely still. Even my lungs seem to stop moving.
His tongue traces a line up my thigh ever so fucking slowly, and I moan in anticipation despite sleep beckoning to me with wide open arms. Cum dribbles out of me, sliding down to my ass.
Rapid pants leave me as Jace leans in and licks it up.
The feel of his tongue sliding across me makes me jerk in my husband’s arms.
My fingers tighten in his hair. His lips kiss mine as his tongue runs between them. He licks me sensual and slow. Once. Twice. Then he pushes inside me, sweeping up every drop of Richard’s cum.
I writhe on my king’s lap. His left hand traces the RM he carved into me, while his right covers mine. Threading our fingers together, he pushes Jace’s head firmer against me. I cry out as I arch between the two of them.
My husband rocks beneath me, starting to fuck my ass as his friend licks my pussy clean. Arousal flooding me, it coils hot in my stomach. I twist Jace’s hair as I lift both legs over his shoulders.
Turning my head, I kiss my king. I reach across my body to cup his cheek. “Colour?” I rasp.
He pinches my nipple. “Yellow.” Then he directs his focus down. “Suck on her clit, Jace. She fucking loves that.”
Crying out as his bodyguard complies, I twist forwards again.
Pulling my hand off Jace, I slide both of them up into Richard’s dark curls.
He growls as he kisses my neck. The grip he has on Jace doesn’t loosen.
He pins him to me as he continues to fuck my ass.
My eyes flutter shut. My orgasm beckons me to fall over its blissful edge.
Shuddering, I fight it back.
“Harder,” Richard orders.
I jerk on a scream.
My pussy pulses so damn demandingly.
Jace’s lips are so mercilessly skilled.
Richard’s cock rocks in and out of me as his left hand fondles my breasts.
Panting hard, I turn my head to look at my king.
“Don’t you fucking come,” he growls.
Jace’s tongue circles my clit. His lips clamp onto it, then he sucks hard and fast on the oversensitive bud.
Screaming, I buck my hips. My eyes close, and I’m lost in the sensations of both men, only smelling the huskiness of sex and sweat, only feeling their bodies pleasuring me. I am so close. So freaking close…
Biting my cheek, I force my orgasm to hold itself back.
Richard’s fingers wrap around my throat. “That’s my good fucking slut.”
Whimpering, I kiss his cheek. I trail my lips across it, trying to find his mouth. His tongue is inside me a second later, pleasuring me like his friend is.
Jace’s tongue slides down between my lips, then pushes back in. He curls it inside me, cleaning up every squirt of Richard’s claim. Groaning, I kiss my king harder. A high-pitched whimper escapes. I can’t hold it in any longer.
No. No, I won’t hurt Richard this way.
My pussy throbbing, I shudder and moan. I clench my thighs hard, fighting back my O.
Cursing, Jace lifts his head. “Fuck, she’s all clean.” His breath feathers across my spread-open pussy.
Both of Richard’s hands grab my hips. His mouth open, on ragged pants, he jerks me up and down on his cock.
I ride him fucking hard, needing that blissful release I’m now allowed to have.
His right hand covers my breast, tracing his initials.
His left dips low and pushes three fingers inside me.
His palm presses against my pussy, cupping the second RM etched into my skin. “Tell me who owns these tits,” he says.
“You,” I rasp.
“Tell me who owns this pussy.”
“You!”
“And are you my perfect little slut?”
“Yes.”
I bounce on his cock. Rub myself shamelessly against his hand. His fingers curl inside me as his lips brush my ear. “Then come for me, my queen.”
I shatter on a wave of paradise.
My eyes rolling back, I spasm on Richard’s cock as he continues to fuck my ass. His fingers deep inside me, he drags out my orgasm.
Then pushes me into another one.
“Did you like tasting her, Jace?” he growls.
“Yes.” His friend groans long and hard, and knowing he’s about to come, I open my eyes to watch.
With my lacy thong wrapped around his cock, he strokes himself fast. His lips are parted, his eyes are half-hooded, and his cock is covered in pre-cum.
I lick my lips, wanting to taste him. Sagging forwards on a groan, Jace drops to his knees.
A triangular knife slashes across his chest, through his shirt, as he lifts my thong off him.
A long burst of cum shoots out and lands on the pink lace.
Smaller squirts follow as he continues to pump and cut himself. His breathing is heavy and erratic.
Rolling me face down onto the bed so I can’t see Jace anymore, Richard fucks me hards. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back. I open well-satisfied, utterly exhausted eyes.
“Open your mouth,” he demands as he leans over me. I obey him automatically, and he spits into my parted lips.
My eyes widen. My ass clenches. And he buries himself deep on a groan. As he shudders above me, I swallow his spit like a good girl.
Pulling out of me, he heads into the ensuite. I crawl up the bed on dead limbs, then close my eyes as I hear the shower running. Surely, that means we’re done.
But he comes out a second later, pulls me to the edge of the bed, and has Jace lick me clean once more. My fists twist in the sheets as I bury my face in the pillow. Moaning as my orgasm builds, I push my ass back. Jace’s tongue rims me before pushing deep inside.
The bed shifts, and I open my eyes to see Richard sitting beside my head. He grabs a fistful of my hair and guides me to his freshly washed cock. Opening my mouth, I take him in, and he controls my head as I close my eyes.
“That’s a good little slut,” he praises as he fucks me. “Show me how deep you can take me.”
I squirm against the sheets as I take him as deep as I can. Lifting my hand up, I fondle his balls. He grunts and rasps as he thrusts faster inside my mouth.
Jace lifts his head on a groan of his own. “She’s clean,” he nearly whines, and I know he’s back to being as hard as my husband.
Pulling my mouth off him, Richard tugs me up until I’m straddling his lap. He turns me around, then pushes into my pussy.
I groan as he holds my legs apart, spreading my pussy lips for his friend. My eyes land on Jace as I watch him ruin my thong for the second time. Richard’s cock pushes into me in long, deep strokes. Filling me completely. Owning me. Loving me. Claiming me so I’m ruined for everyone else.
My pussy clenches around him. I come on a cry.
But he doesn’t stop his long, deep thrusts.
Unable to keep up with the two men, I let my head fall back against my husband’s chest.
“Whose is she, Jace?” King Richard growls.
“Yours,” he grunts. “Fuck.”
Damn fucking right.
Smiling, I drift off in the arms of my king.