Eighteen
Her Destiny
Sin
Liv got up off the floor, holding our hands, and we stood in front of the peanut butter cup delight.
I grabbed some of the chocolate peanut butter cups, and Saint did the same.
We each turned our attention to Liv, and our eyes locked on the same place at the exact matching moment.
Her chest. Those fucking wondrous titties we couldn’t get enough of.
We pressed the peanut butter goodness against her chest and smeared the chocolate over each tit. Liv gasped. The cool sensation of the treat hit her warm skin and brought her pleasure. Mixed with our caresses.
Our mouths took a turn as we kneeled down, and we sucked her tits at the same time.
Each with a breast of our own. We licked, lashed, and nibbled on Liv as if we were having a feast. Her hands let go of ours as she ran her fingers through our hair and whimpered in ecstasy.
We peered up at her over her breasts; her dark, delirious eyes full of lust were locked on ours, and we circled our tongues around her nipples. I bit down playfully.
“Oh!” Liv cried out through parted lips.
“You like that, sweetheart?” I breathed against her rosy bud. “Wait until the next part.”
I tore my face off her tit, and Saint kept taunting her nipple. The moans leaving Liv’s mouth left me wishing I hadn’t turned her away, but I had to. I wanted her to experience what I had in mind.
“Mm… Such a good girl,” Saint mumbled into her bosom.
I ran my finger over the chocolate drizzle, coating my finger with it and eager to give her a bite. I brought my limb to her, and she stared at it. A shudder ran through her body, and my excitement for Liv increased.
“Open,” I ordered.
Liv stretched her mouth in eager anticipation, but I fed her slowly. Tediously, inch by inch, I let my finger travel between those lips. She sucked on me, nice and slick. Saint bit the flesh of her tit as he marked her and claimed her as his.
“Mm!” Liv muffled an elongated moan.
Her desire rippled down to my groin like a shockwave. Fuck. Her eyes fluttered shut.
“Yes. Deeper,” I encouraged.
My finger went further as I stroked the bottom of her chin with the pad of my thumb. I could feel the beat of her pulse palpitating across her skin. Liv was in a pure state of elation, and I wanted to give her further pleasure.
I gave her tit a hard bite on my way down to reach for a piece of silverware on the table nearby and her eyes shot open.
I wanted to make sure I left my teeth marks on her skin because she was mine too.
The redness around the welt when I released her flesh came to light, and my cock throbbed at the sight. She had two bite marks on her chest.
Yes.
I gently ran the prongs across her belly, over her navel, and Liv shivered with lust, but I stopped.
The fork proceeded downward over her abdomen as I watched her reaction to my torturous tease and licked my tongue up her cheek.
I crawled the teeth of the fork below her panty line and I ventured further until her eyes went wide.
She gagged on my finger while the four prongs worked her clit.
Christ. Liv loved this. I took pleasure in watching her.
I pulled my finger out of Liv’s mouth.
Liv choked out, “God!”
I stuck my finger back in her wet hole. “It’s Sin. There’s no God here.”
Saint fondled her tits while I licked her earlobe and whispered praise into her ear. Liv released an animalistic cry. Half woman, half beast. We admired the beautiful monster we uncaged from her. We needed to stuff our girl full.
I pulled my finger out of Liv; her saliva connected us until the string broke, and my chest heaved with passion. She quivered at Saint’s touch lingering on her body. Chocolate stained her lips, and I wanted to lick it off. But not yet. Soon.
I dropped the fork on the floor.
“Let’s take these off, darling.” Saint looped his fingers into the elastic band of her panties and dragged them down her legs. “Let Daddy see those pretty pink lips between these wonderful thighs.”
“You heard him,” I demanded as I pointed a finger at Liv. “Spread.”
Liv stepped out of the undergarment and parted her legs. “Like this?”
“Yes, baby, just like that,” I whispered as I stepped back into her orbit, and she sucked on my finger again. “Such a good slut for us.”
Saint had her garment in his grasp; he inhaled her scent and bit her tender hipbone. She muffled a moan and bit down on my finger. Shit. I never grew tired of how much Liv desired our love marks.
“Smells good?” I asked, brushing kisses up her neck.
“Wonderful.” Saint smirked and tossed the underwear at me. “Take a whiff.”
I sniffed Liv’s scent. Fuck… My eyes fluttered.
“Christ, Liv, you’re drenched.” I popped my finger out of her mouth and tossed the panties over my shoulder. “You won’t be needing these anymore.”
“Commando for the rest of the trip.” Saint slapped her ass cheek, and the sound echoed off the walls. “Sweet.”
Each of us dipped our dicks into the peanut butter cake and took position.
I was at the front, and my best friend was behind Liv.
He reached around and groped her tits. Liv whimpered, and her eyes fluttered while he kneaded her nipples.
I placed my hands over his, and my cock brushed against her abdomen.
Precum slid onto her belly mixed with crumbles of cake, and I leaned in closer to Liv.
A hand traveled down the side of her body until it rested on her hip.
“Lift your leg.” I ordered.
“Why?” Liv challenged me with big, aware eyes. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m gonna fuck your tight pussy.” I licked the chocolate on her lips with the tip of my tongue. “If you want me to, sweetheart?”
Liv lifted her leg with a sensual sigh. “Better screw me good.”
“My pleasure,” I said with a smirk.
I pressed her leg up higher, stretching Liv wide, and I saw the pain on her face. Quickly, I diminished her suffering by rubbing the tip of my dick against her most sensitive area. Liv peered down at my girth playing with her.
“Yeah, darling, watch his cock as he enters you,” Saint whispered in her ear and spat in his hand. “Spread these pretty ass cheeks for me, beautiful.”
Saint wiped his saliva up her butt crack. He slapped her again. Liv yelped.
I held her by the ankle and inched my dick inside Liv. “Yes, sweetheart. Take me.”
“Oh!” Liv repeated every time I pushed in more with her eyes bugging out of her head.
“Fuck. You’re so damn tight,” I hissed until I hit the hilt.
Liv sighed, closed her eyes, and tossed her head back. “Yes.”
I pulled back. “Jesus Christ.”
Slowly, I pushed back into her warmth.
Her eyes snapped open, and Liv gazed back down. “Oh!”
Saint slapped the palms of his hands on her ass cheeks, squeezed them, and lifted Liv off the floor. We balanced her weight between us, and I pulled slightly out of her tightness. My best friend took his turn and slid his cock into her butthole. Saint filled her up to the brim.
“Oh, fuck!” Liv cried out.
I slammed back inside her pussy, and her tight walls contracted around me.
Liv clenched me like a vise, and her grip wouldn’t let go.
I’d pull back and Saint would enter Liv again.
Over and over, we stretched her and pounded into her.
Our flesh made sweet smacking sounds, and our moans of pleasure made us pick up our rhythm and penetrate her faster.
Liv cried out our names on fucking repeat. We were in heaven.
I silenced her with a hard kiss; she whimpered into my mouth, and I licked up the rest of the chocolate on her sweet lips.
When I pulled back, her eyes showed only pure pleasure before they rolled into the back of her head, and passion made her mouth swollen.
The back of her head rested on Saint while he gripped her ass and dug his nails into her skin.
He held her with taut muscles and grunted into her ear while he fucked her.
“I…” Thrust.
“Fucking…” Thrust.
“Love…” Thrust.
Saint groaned as he shot off a load. “You.”
I slowed down the rhythm for Liv, and her fingernails dug into my chest. Saint kept his dick inside her as I took my time and felt my balls tighten up against me. Her hair clung to Saint’s sweaty skin, but her eyes watched my dick penetrate her slick pussy.
Fuck. The sight was intoxicating. I didn’t want this to end, but my dick had other plans.
“Sweetheart. You feel so damn good.” I heaved breathlessly. “I don’t know how much longer I can go.”
“Tell me…” I thrust into Liv, her breath hitched. “More.”
“Tight. Wet. Christ.” Thrust. “I want your sweet pussy clenching me.”
“Come for us, darling.” Saint dipped a hand between her most sensitive area. “Keep watching him until he comes.”
Suddenly, Liv’s hips rocked and her body quaked in waves as she cried out for us. All the dirty talk made her give into her earth-shattering release as she rode me, and she climaxed all over my cock. The warmth of her womanly gush made me pick up speed.
“Such…” Thrust.
“A…” Thrust.
“Good…” Oh, fuck, I was gonna explode. “Girl.”
I thrusted nonstop.
I blew a huge load inside Liv, grunting the entire way through. My body shook like a fucking earthquake as I lowered her leg. Saint exited her ass, and we clung to her. She was our steady saving grace.
“That was…” I couldn’t catch my damn breath.
“Amazing,” Saint added.
“I’ve decided on a cake for the wedding,” Liv admitted between us.
We both peered down at Liv’s big doe eyes staring back at us with complete satisfaction and an infectious smile.
“And?” I impatiently awaited her answer and brushed her hair behind an ear.
Liv giggled.
Liv slipped out from between us and picked up her floral dress from the floor. We followed her lead and got dressed before goddamn Pierre came back. Fuck. I couldn’t wait to see his face. There was no way in hell he didn’t hear our girl’s screams of pleasure.
Speaking of the devil, the motherfucker waltzed in as I zipped up my pants, and he glanced around in horror. His hands clenched into fists, and he stormed over to face me.
“What the hell happened here?” Pierre asked angrily.
“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.” I bent down and picked something up off the floor. “But in my case, I’m not a gentleman.”
I pressed Liv’s panties into his chest.
Saint patted Pierre’s shoulder. “I think the lady has decided on a cake.”
Liv blushed.
Pierre held up the thong between two fingertips with a disgusted expression on his face. He stared only at the garment and was utterly speechless. Wow! A first.
“We’ll take the peanut butter cup.” Liv smiled and walked past Pierre.
“Oh… And uh… Pierre? Extra on the drizzle.” I patted the chocolate garnish on his cheek. “She enjoyed that.”