24. Making Up #3
O’Toole leans in, licking her nipple, biting it, and then moves lower, his tongue flicking her clit as I fuck her. The sensation makes her crazy, hips slamming up, her hands clawing at the cushions.
“Unnnh!” Stella screams. “Oh oh oh!”
She comes first, her whole body tensing, back arched, mouth open in a silent scream. She shakes, gasping, and I slow, letting her ride it out.
Then I pull out, and O’Toole takes my place, his cock already slick and glistening. He pushes in, slow at first, then all at once, burying himself to the hilt.
“Fuck,” he moans, and for a second the accent is so thick it’s a blur of vowels. “You’re such a fucking slut, sweetheart, fucking two men at once like this.”
But Lachlan’s fast. He switches places with Stella so that suddenly he’s sitting, with her on top, his cock buried deep in her cunt, and I know what he wants.
I move behind her fast, spreading her ass. Her anus is still red and twitching from the last time, but she pushes back, begging for it.
“You want it in your ass, too?” I whisper, hot in her ear.
“Yes,” she says, and it’s not even a question. “Please, Daddy, ass fuck me. I love having a hard cock in my asshole.”
I slick my cock with spit, then press it to her dirty hole, pushing until the head pops inside. She hisses, but doesn’t flinch. O’Toole’s eyes are on mine, watching, hungry.
I push deeper, slow, stretching her, and her cunt clamps down on O’Toole’s cock, making him groan.
“Such a greedy girl,” he says. “She wants to be filled everywhere.”
I fuck her ass, slow, matching his rhythm. The two of us move together, pushing her back and forth, her body caught between us in a sensuous wave. Her breath is ragged, mouth open, drool slipping down her chin.
“Good girl,” I say, biting her shoulder. “Take it. Take both cocks like the horny whore you are. You were made for this.”
She sobs, the sound raw, and I know she’s close again.
“I am a horny whore,” she cries. “I love having two cocks in me at once, one in my pussy and one in my asshole. Mmm, it stretches me out so much, and I love it! Fuck me in the ass, Daddy! I love being fucked everywhere by your two big dicks!”
O’Toole speeds up, slamming into her, and I match him, pounding her ass hard enough the couch skids across the floor.
“Oh,” Stella pants as her body begins to clench. “Oh oh oh!”
She comes again, body locking up, and I feel her asshole spasm around me, milking my cock.
“MMmm!” she screams. “Yes, fuck me!”
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I snarl, and O’Toole laughs, deep and rough.
“Do it,” he says. “Fill her ass up with jizz. She wants it.”
I do, shoving deep, as the orgasm hits me like a semi.
My cock jerks and I empty into her, filling her rectum with creamy man milk as Stella continues to cry out, her pleasure enhanced by the assful of come.
Suddenly, the pleasure hits Lachlan too, and he pulls out and jerks himself, spraying her belly with hot, white streaks.
“Fuck!” he roars like a maniac, painting her clit with hot spunk. “Shit shit shit!”
We collapse, all three, panting and shaking.
But I’m not done. Not even close.
I pull out, and then push her onto the couch, face down, ass up, and spread her cheeks. Fuck her gape is so gorgeous, red and raw from being stretched by my massive shaft, leaking come as I watch.
“What a buttslut,” I groan. “Always craving anal sex whenever you can get it.” Then, O’Toole kneels beside me and grins before licking his own come from her cunt, then eating her ass, tongue diving in, filthy and hungry.
“Fuck, I love when you’re filled with two loads of spunk,” he groans. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
I join him, both of us working her, taking turns licking her anus while Lachlan fingers the creaminess of her cunt. Then, Stella screams, the sound pure and wild. Her fingers grab the cushions, clawing frantically as I lick deeper into her asshole.
“Mmmmph!” she screams, her face pressed into the sofa couch. “Ooooh!”
O’Toole lifts his head, lips slick. “You want more?” he asks.
She can’t even speak, just nods, face smashed into the cushion.
I fuck her again, rough and quick, and O’Toole eats her out as I do. She comes, again, her whole body shaking, and finally goes limp, breathless.
We collapse together, her body a mess of sweat and come and bite marks. There’s semen all over the furniture but that’s par for the course now. Lachlan and I have ejaculated everywhere and anywhere in this apartment, and the next occupant is going to need to do a deep clean.
But do I give a fuck? Hell no.
I run my hand up her thigh, leaving it there, as O’Toole twines his fingers with hers.
In the hush, nothing needs to be said.
Our girl is here, panting and sated, with our come leaking from her ravaged asshole and swollen cunt. She’s exhausted, used, and boneless from serving two men.
After all, we’re animals, and saints, and everything in between.
And in the low light, with her golden hair tangled in our hands and her breath still gasping, I know this is exactly where I want to be.
Tomorrow the world can burn.
But tonight, she belongs to us.