Seventeen
Her Destiny
Sin
Liv released the cock in her hand and fell to her knees on the floor.
She whipped her hair back and stared up at us with lust in her eyes.
There wasn’t one glimpse of anger in sight.
She darted a glance at my best friend’s dick bobbing in midair, and there was precum on the tip.
He ached for her touch but groaned while he refrained from his need to take her.
Saint was as ready as I was to make this an experience our girl wouldn’t forget.
The vision of Liv was painstakingly hard to take because the need for her was unbearably profound.
The room was silent except for the sound of our hearts beating and the rustle of our pants.
We kicked our trousers aside. There was no need for them because we wanted to be as comfortable as possible to enjoy the next part.
We turned our backs on our little obsession, who was far too naughty down on her knees, and went over to the cakes. I could hear her hitched breaths while she waited for us. The anticipation of what we’d do was exciting Liv, and we glanced at one another, flashing a satisfied grin.
I dipped my cock into a cake. “Do you prefer strawberries?”
“Or…” Saint rubbed his dick in a straight line through the frosting. “Blueberries?”
Saint had a frosted tip. He plucked some berries off the cake in front of him, and I picked some strawberries out of the bunch. We spun around toward our girl.
“I… I…” Liv licked her lips with her gaze darting back and forth between us. “I don’t know. I need a taste.”
“Then crawl to us, darling,” Saint commanded as he stood right beside me and pointed at his dick. “Come decide which cock you’d enjoy more.”
Liv couldn’t quit staring at our enormous dicks.
“Liv. Babe. Our eyes are up here. Not down there.” I shook my head with a sly smirk.
Liv snapped out of the trance our giant wangs had transfixed her in, and those fucking beautiful dark, honey-coated eyes locked on ours.
I touched myself. Brushed the base because I didn’t want to spoil her dessert on the tip.
She had been such a good girl at being so damn bad, and she deserved everything she desired.
Our girl got on all fours, her tits dangling back and forth as she crawled to us. Liv’s gaze never wavered, and my dick throbbed like never before. Those tight butt cheeks swayed for our enjoyment, and we loved the sight.
“Yes, sweetheart, that’s right…” I encouraged with a flick of my tongue over my mouth and a tender bite to my lower lip. “Those tits and that ass, bring it all right to Daddies’ den. She’s divine, isn’t she, man?”
“Damn perfect,” Saint answered.
We fist-bumped each other. Liv stopped in front of us, glanced from one cock to the other, and bit her fucking lip. Christ. She knew how to tease us, and she did a damn fine job of it.
“Which one should I try first?” Liv asked as she innocently twirled a strand of her hair with her finger and shrugged. “I can’t decide.”
You’ve got to be shitting me?
Fuck.
I was ready to shove my entire dick right down her throat, but Liv looked heavenly.
Innocent like a virgin schoolgirl. I wanted to make sweet love to her until she became wanton in the sack.
Except Liv only wore panties that I wanted to ruin so Pierre could smell her scent underneath her tight sundress when we left.
I wanted to make the motherfucker jealous, knowing we’d had her under his roof, and that he didn’t stand a damn chance.
“There’s only one way to solve this.” Saint tilted his head. “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.”
I glanced up at the ceiling, closed my eyes and exhaled, “Fuck.”
I didn’t know how much more of this shit I could take. Trust me. I was trying to hold out, to let Liv have her way, but there was only so much a horny man could take.
Liv giggled. “Okay.”
My eyes snapped open.
“Eeny…” Liv said.
I couldn’t watch, refusing to glance down.
“Meeny…” I could feel her breath on my dick.
Fuck. I squeezed one eye shut.
“Miny…” she teased.
I dared a glance at Saint through one eye. “Is she on you, man?”
“Christ, Sin. Open your eyes and find out,” Saint grumbled.
I did. I couldn’t fucking deal anymore. Liv turned in my direction, her mouth opened to pronounce the winner, but I couldn’t wait.
“Moe.” I shoved my dick in her mouth with a grunt of immediate fulfillment.
Liv gagged. I hit the back of her throat. Again and again. I face-fucked her with my hand on the back of her head, and she had nowhere to go but to please me. Cake crumbs stained with red strawberry filling pushed out the sides of her mouth with saliva.
“Such a goddamn sexy sight,” Saint groaned as he petted her head, and her tear-filled eyes looked at him. “I missed these pretty, teary eyes.”
I smooshed the pieces of strawberry together in the palm of my hand and pulled my dick from her mouth. Liv gasped for air while I let go of the back of her neck. She choked and coughed until I puckered her lips together.
“I forgot to add the garnish on top.” I used two fingers coated with strawberry juice and pushed them between her lips. “Yes, sweetheart. Take it.”
Liv did. She ended up sucking on my fingers until there was nothing left, and I slapped my dick against her cheek. The wet sound of white frosting echoed through the room, and the sugary mixture splattered.
The face of a masterpiece. Swollen lips, flushed cheeks, white cream, an eager tongue licking up the mess I made for Liv only because she begged me for it. Not to mention those big, lustful eyes. Liv fucking lived for this.
“Good girl.” Saint bunched a fistful of her hair into his hand and made Liv face him. “My turn.”
Liv didn’t deny Saint. She opened wide and let him in.
He shoved the crumbled berry cake into her mouth, but slower than me.
He took his damn time with her and immersed himself in all the sensations she gave him.
All the sucking, her lips wrapped tightly around him, and she slid up and down his cock perfectly.
I watched while Saint stared down at Liv, his nostrils flaring, his muscles tense, and his lips parted.
He closed his eyes as he turned his head up to the ceiling, and widely opened his mouth.
He let go of her hair while she worked him with her eyes shut, sliding her hand up and down the base of his shaft.
Cake was everywhere. Crumbs on the floor, blueberry frosting in the corners of her mouth, and the white frosting had somehow got on the tip of her nose. An intense need came over me to lick the garnish off until Saint opened his eyes and looked at me.
Saint squished the berries between his hands. “Hold her hair.”
“Okay, man.” I gathered her hair into a ponytail.
“Darling. Mm…Goddamn, you feel so good. I don’t want you to fucking stop…” Saint grunted while he took her cheeks in the palms of his hands and popped her mouth off him. “But you need to try this.”
Liv moaned while Saint stuck his thumbs into her mouth with berry juice on them, and he plucked them back out. “So good.”
“You like mine best. Don’t you, Liv?” Saint questioned her while he smeared the blueberry cake across her cheeks. “Tell us. Which cake did you love?”
“Before you decide…” I yanked her mouth toward me. “Have seconds, baby.”
Liv swirled her tongue in circles around the tip of my dick before she stretched those pretty lips and let me back inside.
“Mm…” Liv moaned.
The vibrations sent chills up my spine.
Christ. Liv worked my shaft, bobbing her head vigorously until she let up and worked her tongue around me again. I saw stars, and I knew my orgasm was right there, but I wasn’t done with her yet.
I pulled out, and a loud pop filled the air. “Jesus, sweetheart. I think we have a clear winner here. Isn’t that right?”
I brushed hair back from her face while I waited for an answer, and I admired the look inside those mascara-rimmed eyes. Her pretty makeup was all messed up thanks to us. Fuck. She looked like the prettiest damn raccoon I’d ever seen.
“No. One last taste test.” Saint grabbed her chin and jerked her away from me. “Right, darling?”
“Yes. More please.” Liv begged.
“All right… Oh… Fuck…” Saint inhaled sharply as Liv wrapped her lips around him, and he clenched his teeth together. “Easy does it, Liv, yeah… lick the tip.”
Liv flicked her tongue out onto the head of my best friend’s dick, and she did the same to him as she’d done to me. She circled around his shaft, but switched things up and gave his balls some tender love.
Horse shit.
“Touch me too,” I practically pleaded.
Liv fondled my nutsack with her fingers, and I grabbed the fork off the table. I trailed the prongs gently down the skin on her backside. Our grunts, groans, and moans filled the air. But as fucking sweet as her blow jobs were, we had one last cake to try.
The peanut butter cup cake.
“As much as I’m enjoying this…” I inhaled when she gave my ball sack a squeeze. “We… Ah… Have one last cake for those naughty taste buds.”
Liv pulled Saint out of her mouth and kissed the side of his dick. She ran her tongue up the side of his length, and my best friend stared down at her intently. Christ. She was such a tease, but extremely skilled at it.
“Yeah? But I like this one.” Liv nibbled some skin.
“Fuck,” Saint groaned. “Come on, man, do you have to make her stop?”
“Yes,” I answered both of them. “Because this next one will be the best yet. We’ll make sure of it.”
I peered at the last cake standing with all the rest left in a massacre. This cake slaughter was about to get ten times worse, but Liv was ready for it. She always took us as if she were made for Saint and me. I was certain she’d love this cake the best.
Saint sighed, “Fine.”
As much as Saint wanted to keep his dick within the vicinity of our girl’s mouth, he wanted to please her even more. He pulled himself away from her and followed my lead. Liv grabbed our hands.
“Stay,” Liv pouted.
“Do you trust us?” I asked.
“Of course I do,” Liv replied.
I gave her hand a tug. “Then follow us.”