Chapter Twenty-Three – Royal #3
I take her head again after I sink to my knees, and Ezra pushes into her from behind. We fill up both holes simultaneously, and even though I don’t have a good look at her face, I’d bet anything Abby is flying higher than a kite. This is what the dirty girl wants, so it’s what she’ll get.
I’m a little rougher now than I was earlier, now that her body doesn’t have to stay settled on Ezra’s face. Every time I push my cock deeper into her throat, Ezra pulls back and allows her body to follow suit. We work her in tandem, in unison, thrusting into our chosen holes.
The pleasure is undeniable, the kind of thing that takes hold over every single part of you and refuses to let go.
It’s the kind of pleasure that’s hotter than the fires of hell and more addicting than any drug.
It’s what some people spend their entire lives chasing.
We found her purely by accident. Never in the history of the world has there been a more perfect accident.
Every so often Abby lets out a muffled moan, as loud as she can be given the fact that my cock is buried in her mouth.
She sways between us, gravity pulling down her tits.
I bet we look every bit the porn stars we are in the moment, each of us chasing our own high while also giving her exactly what she wants.
I can’t fight the pleasure forever, though. Soon enough it’s too much for me to ignore, too much for me to keep pushing off, so I open up the floodgates and let it in. Or, really, let it out.
The orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave, an explosion of atomic proportions, and I toss my head back and moan an earth-shattering moan that practically shakes the room.
Or maybe that’s just the orgasm rattling every nerve in my body and making the room momentarily spin.
My cock explodes in her mouth, shooting its load deep into her throat as I thrust past her lips, and she takes every single drop I give her.
Only after the orgasm’s power has faded do I pull out of her slowly, and when I do, Abby swallows me down and licks her lips, her pupils heavily dilated in desire. Somehow I manage to speak, “Switch with me.”
That’s another thing she wanted, right? To taste herself on a cock.
Ezra doesn’t complain. He pulls himself out of her core, and we trade places. As I position myself behind her, he kneels before her, his length coated in her slick arousal, and Abby must part her lips, because he closes in on her face and tosses out a groan of bliss.
I might’ve just come, but I have more left in the tank, believe it or not.
Drawing my hand down along her spine, I wait a few seconds before I pierce her from behind.
Her pussy is dripping wet with desire, and I slide right in thanks to all the work Ezra put in.
Her core was made for me, I swear. So fucking good.
Moaning, I grab her hips and thrust. I set the pace when my cock was in her mouth, and I set the pace now. Ezra and her take it, adapting quickly. Now that I’m in her cunt, I go at her harder, fiercer than I could ever go at her mouth.
Fuck, she feels good. So fucking good I can’t get enough.
If I could be buried inside her pussy all day, every day it still wouldn’t be enough.
I could sleep with it buried in her, could dream of fucking her, and I’d still be left a man wanting.
She’s become my drug of choice, and I will never be able to have my fill of her.
“Doesn’t she feel so fucking good?” I ask Ezra in a muddled haze, and all he can do is nod his response.
He must be close. His shoulders are tensing up, his movements becoming less in sync with mine and more jerky and erratic.
He brings a hand to her head, and though I don’t pull back from her pussy completely, I do steady myself and go at her with a little less fervor so Ezra can focus on his own impending orgasm.
Pleasure takes hold of him soon after, and the moan that escapes him right then is unlike any other sound I’ve heard from him before.
Low, guttural, primal. He empties himself in her mouth as I did, pumping until his balls are dry and his cock is spent, and only after he’s finished does he withdraw from her, almost falling back onto his ass in the process, so out of breath and weak from the orgasm.
I pick up my pace once again, and as my hips drive away at her, I lean forward and grab her by the hair, pulling her head back just in time to see her licking some cum from the corner of her mouth.
“Did you like that?” I ask her, and through slits she stares up at me, nodding once.
“Don’t worry, we’re not done with you yet. ”
I pound into her over and over. After my world-shattering orgasm earlier, it should take me some time to come again, but no.
Her body is like magic, or maybe it’s the power of her pussy.
Regardless, it isn’t too long before I come a second time, and this time my cum coats her inner walls as the pleasure deep within me resurfaces.
Fucking hell. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, but I’m not. Unleashing in her, whether it’s her mouth or her pussy, is like coming home to heaven. My personal slice.
My personal slice of heaven that I happen to share with two other guys, but that’s beside the point.
I meant it when I said we weren’t done with her.
We take things to the bed after that and make Ezra’s sheets sweaty.
We try other positions, although we make sure to steer clear of each other.
It’s hot watching her get fucked, super hot fucking her with someone else’s cum leaking from her pussy, but as for the swords crossing…
not something I’m into. She can keep dreaming about that.
I don’t know how long we go at it, but it’s a while, and by the time we’re finished, it’s safe to say we’re all exhausted.
Abby lays between us, the blanket pulled down to her stomach, her bare chest on full display.
She breathes hard, staring at the ceiling above us.
I lay to her left, while Ezra lays to her right.
Together, we make a sandwich on the bed, although the three of us barely fit.
We all have queens. It might be time to upgrade to something bigger for times like these. If there’s ever a time when all three of us want to tag-team Abby, we’ll definitely need something with more room than this.
“Wow,” Abby breathes out the word. “You guys are animals.”
I smirk. “We’re the animals? You’re the one who said you wanted more. We were being gentlemen and giving you more.” Turning my head, I spot Ezra on the other side of the bed and note his tired smile.
I’m glad he’s feeling better, glad he decided to give in and take a step toward the future. I’d be the first to admit that, not so long ago, I couldn’t imagine what the future looked like, but now? Now I could, and there is a clear picture of Abby at our sides.
Our sides, our beds… you get the idea.
“Gentlemen, huh? I don’t think I’ve ever met gentlemen that moved the way you do.
” She sighs. “Not that I’m complaining. You two know how to treat a woman.
” She brings a hand to her mouth and makes an exaggerated chef’s kiss gesture.
“Perfecto. I couldn’t ask for anything more… well, besides that DVP stuff.”
Ezra asks innocently, “Should I look it up now?”
She chuckles and rolls onto her side, patting him on the chest. “No. Let’s save that for another day—and like I said, when you do look it up, I want to be there.
I think we’re going to need to watch some demonstration videos together.
” Over her shoulder, she asks me, “You okay with that, Royal?” Based on the tone of her voice, she already knows the answer.
I say it anyway, because why not? “Fuck yeah.”
If this is how the rest of our lives play out, I’m totally okay with it. In fact, I look forward to it. This is the kind of life most people could never dream of, but now that we’re here, I never want to give it up. I’d do anything to keep it just like this.
Abby is ours.