Episode 124
EPISODE 124
WHY CHOOSE?
Ariel
Marc’s words, raw and unfiltered, send a jolt through my core.
You taste like forbidden fruit. I can’t wait to taste between your legs. And when I’m done? I’m going to watch while Zion shoves his big cock into your hot pussy.
A wave of heat sweeps over me before a strange calm settles in. This isn’t just about me. This is about them too, their desires mingled with mine.
Zion chuckles, a low, husky sound. “You’re tempting me into cutting this short, Marc. I might have to fuck that sweet little cunt right now, hard and fast.”
“Don’t you dare,” I say, my voice shaky but full of determination. I need this. I need them. I may not want a threesome with the billionaires, but I’m all for this experience, and I want us to take our time.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Zion replies, his lips brushing against my skin. “I’m going to take my time before I thrust into you, Ariel.”
Marc pushes his hardness against my belly and captures my lips in another searing kiss as he slides his hands down to cup my breasts. The touch is tantalizing yet gentle. He strokes my nipples, pinching lightly and making me gasp into his mouth. With his other hand, he explores my body, tracing my hips and sliding down my thighs, setting my skin on fire like the sun scorching the Alabama summer sky.
Zion moves lower, tracing his tongue from my lower back, down the cleft of my ass, and lower still. I moan as he slides his tongue through my wet and ready pussy.
One set of hands on my breasts, another on the juncture between my thighs. Lips on mine, another set between my legs. So many sensations that I can barely tell where one ends and the other begins. Everything is hot and wet and intense.
Marc breaks the kiss, but keeps his forehead against mine. His breath comes in guttural grunts that mirror the rhythm of Zion’s exploring tongue. He whispers words that I half-hear, half-feel as lazily traces circles around my hard nipples.
I move with both of them, pushing into Marc’s hands while arching back into Zion’s mouth. A low, desperate sound bubbles up from my throat. I want more, so much more. But I also want this moment to last, to stretch into infinity. Who knows when I may experience anything like this again?
Marc kisses me again, swallowing my cries. He twists his fingers in my hair, angling my head for a deeper kiss, one that makes my toes damned near curl.
“Look at you,” Marc murmurs against my lips, his voice rich with the same need that vibrates through me. “Such a greedy little thing.”
Zion chuckles. It hums against my flesh and sends a tremor through me that makes my knees buckle. Only their firm hold on me keeps me standing as Zion pulls away and rises, moving his hands to where his mouth left off.
“I think she can handle more,” he says, his fingers teasing my wet folds.
“Oh, we’re going to give you more,” Marc promises against my ear, his hot breath sending another rippling wave of desire through me.
Zion moves away for a moment, and I whimper at the loss. But he’s back in a flash, and he traces cold trails over my back with an ice cube. The chill is a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies, but it only heightens the ever-growing need within me.
Marc now kneads my breasts, each firm squeeze in sync with the teasing twirls of Zion’s fingers. This blend of contrasting sensations sends my mind spinning.
Underneath their touch, I’m becoming a live wire of need and desire.
Zion moves away once more, and this time, I hear him ripping open a condom.
He did promise to fuck me. Or rather Marc said he would.
Does it even matter?
All I know is I want it. I want Zion to fuck me. I want Marc to fuck me.
I want them both.
Zion returns to his position behind me, his now naked chest flush against my back, his arousal pressing against my buttocks. I shiver as he teases my folds, smears his tip in my wetness. My breath hitches when he slowly pushes inside me, stretching me.
Marc captures one of my nipples between his teeth, lightly nipping and sending bolts of pleasure straight to where Zion is penetrating me. With his other hand, Marc wanders down my body until he reaches the junction of my thighs. He slips two fingers alongside Zion’s length, stroking me in time with Zion’s thrusts.
My knees buckle from the overwhelming pleasure, but the two men hold me up, their hands gripping tight to keep me standing. Zion’s pace is relentless—deep, powerful thrusts that nudge at a spot inside me that has me seeing stars. Meanwhile, Marc is relentless as well, his fingers finding a rhythm in tandem with Zion’s movements. He leaves my nipple and trails a path of kisses down my belly until he comes face to face with Zion’s thrusting length.
Marc tilts his head, his blue gaze meeting mine. His eyes are full of promise. With a wicked grin, he lowers his mouth.
“Oh!” I cry out as Marc laps at my clit with his tongue while Zion continues to fuck me. I throw back my head as the climax rolls through me, sending shock waves ping-ponging through every part of me.
“That’s it,” Zion says against my neck. “Enjoy it, baby. You like me fucking you, don’t you? You like Marc’s mouth on that hot cunt of yours.”
I can’t answer them. I can only moan as they continue. Zion’s thrusts become more erratic, and as my climax starts to wane, I feel his coming.
“Fuck!” he roars as he plunges deep into me.
As Marc brings his mouth back to my nipple, Zion slows his movements before pulling out completely.
I draw in a breath, my body still tingling, but in a flash, Marc replaces Zion at my entrance. I’m not sure when they discarded their clothes, but who cares? Marc’s size is a stark contrast to Zion’s—longer but not as thick—yet every bit as fulfilling. He thrusts in slowly, while Zion takes his place at my front.
Zion crushes his mouth to mine, sliding his tongue between my lips as Marc finds his rhythm inside my pussy.
And within another minute, I’m soaring to the stars a second time.
“That’s it, Ariel,” Marc says against my neck as he thrusts. “You come for us. For both of us. You’re going to come all night for us.”