Chapter 19 #3
“You’re redeeming yourself, slowly,” Heath says, and pulls his dick free. “Enough that I’ll allow you to share our beautiful curva with me. I’ll let you help me helping her.”
Our beautiful curva.
I can’t help but notice the word.
It makes me heady, too gooey inside to hold any kind of posture. Instead, I just relax as my two lovers take up their place on either side of me.
This time two mouths worship me, sucking and lapping. Two sets of fingers share my slick wet pussy, working me up to a frenzy before Heath decides it’s time to grace me with the cock I’ve been crying out for.
I do cry out for it. Literally. I thank him for every inch, every barbell. I look up in rapture as he buries deep and moves his hips so slowly it drives me to the verge of insanity.
I’ve needed this so bad it hurts.
“More,” I tell him. “Please…”
“Of course, princess,” Heath says. His hands land on my tits and he crushes them before slamming into me.
I cry out, and it’s like a lightning strike as my body responds, my pussy squelching as he fucks me with fervour, his cool blue eyes so full of love as I buck against his thrusts, squirm against his crushing hands, and my tits are squeezed so bad it hurts like hell and I’m undone all over again, coming like a geyser around his pistoning cock.
“Fucking hell,” Heath says, pulling his cock free. “I’ve missed your sopping wet cunt so much.”
I’m too breathless to reply, too high on cloud nine to care. This is just heaven.
“I love it when you squirt for me, sweet Ella.”
“That was nothing,” Josh says. “You know what really makes her squirt.”
“Did I say you could speak, puppy dog?” Heath tells him.
“Please,” Josh says. “Let me help. Let us give her what she craves.”
“Very well,” Heath says. “But I’m having that gorgeous ass.”
Heath gets onto the bed, lies back and I assume the position, straddling him and guiding his cock to my asshole, moaning all over again, his hands on my hips, sinking me slowly down onto his cock, loving the pop of each barbell as he forces his way in.
“Fuck that’s good,” Heath says, easing me back until he’s flat on the bed and his hands are on my tits.
“Nice and slow, puppy dog,” he says to Josh.
Josh lifts my legs and parts them, and it really is a delight as he rubs his cock up and down my slit before he sinks slowly inside, inch by inch, eliciting sweet moans from me as barbells meet barbells through the wall of my pussy.
“Is that nice, sweetheart?” Heath kisses the top of my head while he stretches my nipples.
“So good,” I say, closing my eyes to the bliss as Josh starts fucking me – nice and slow.
“Pick it up now,” Heath tells him and the puppy dog obeys, holding my knees apart and fucking me faster.
“So good,” I say again and suddenly I’m back in Cannes, feeling the love as barbells run over barbells and my pussy burns so nicely with the stretch.
“My turn,” Heath says. “Leave it deep.”
Josh does leave it deep, buried to the balls as Heath starts with the bucking, my ass burning up as their piercings clash and my nipples are tweaked and tugged and oh my fucking God it’s beyond bliss.
“Let’s do this,” Heath says and kisses the top of my head again. “Let’s make our sweet curva squirt like never before.”
It’s absolutely fucking glorious to be stretched like this, played like an instrument by two beautiful gods.
They move as one, fucking in and out, pushing and pulling at my needy cunt as I squirm and moan for more, more, more…
And I’m lost to it, waves of pure pleasure thrumming through me as they pick up the pace.
“Yes… yes, yes, yes…”
I groan, feral and thrashing, and they keep me pinned tight, speeding up, faster and faster.
And I’m done, stars exploding before my eyes as the orgasm screams from me and so do I as the gush sprays from my pussy, crying out like a woman possessed.
The sheets under me must be soaked through by the sheer force, and the guys’ dicks are drenched when I’m done, all three of us lying together, catching our breaths.
Four hours of a proposal means fuck all. We won’t be leaving.
The months apart fade to nothing.
We are us again, on filthy sheets, playing our hearts out with our filthy minds loose and wild.
But still, no matter the temptation, Josh’s ass stays empty. Void of Heath’s majesty of a cock.
Josh groans, Josh urges him, Josh even fucking begs for it, but Heath doesn’t give in.
“Begging doesn’t suit you, pretty boy,” Heath tells him. “Go open another bottle.”
Josh obeys, goes to the mini bar and pops the cork from a third bottle of Prosecco.
Heath moves up to the pillows and pulls me into his side as Josh brings two glasses over.
“Anything else, sir?” Josh asks as we take our drinks.
“Yes,” Heath says as he clinks his glass with mine. “You may suck my cock.”
And so Josh obeys, climbs back onto the soaked wet bed and I snuggle into Heath, sipping on fizz while we watch Josh at work.
“Isn’t this nice?” Heath asks me as my boyfriend bobs his head.
I sigh, a deep, heartfelt sigh.
“It’s more than nice,” I say, “It’s –”
“Amazing,” Heath finishes for me. “Truly fucking amazing.”
Josh grunts, pops Heath’s cock from his mouth to take a breath.
“Tell you what,” Heath says to Josh. “Finish me with your hand. And take the lot in that gorgeous face of yours.”
Josh manages a smile at that, and he does as he’s told, jerking Heath’s cock like crazy until he explodes, taking the hit of thick creamy cum all over his face.
“Good boy,” Heath says, “Now come up here and let us clean you up.”
Christ what a mess as we three-way kiss and lick, lapping up Heath’s cum like greedy sluts.
I’m in heaven, and I know Josh is too despite him not getting his ass fucked.
I’m feeling the love, feeling the need, feeling the bloom in my heart.
It really is amazing. And I don’t want it ever to end.