Yanking on my hair again, he drives his cock past my lips; he’s about to resume his thrusting motion when I take the lead, bobbing my head as furiously as I can. My lips make a wet smacking sound as they travel over his shaft, and it sounds like music to my ears.
I suck Drake for as long as I can, but it doesn’t take long for that electric pleasure bursting out from my pussy to demand my attention once more. I take Drake’s cock out of my mouth, but this time I reach for him with one hand and start stroking him, my hand flying up and down his shaft even more furiously than my mouth.
“Don’t stop… Don’t you stop,” I moan, closing my eyes and surrendering to the avalanche of pleasure that’s coming for me. Hearing my words, Sloane starts licking me even harder, his finger going in and out of my ass at a frantic pace. I come just like that, pleasure hitting me in a sneaky way.
One moment I’m moaning, the other I’m screaming as if someone has tied me to a pole and set me on fire. The witch of pleasure is burning at the stake, it seems, and it feels amazing.
My muscles spasm and twitch, and the orgasm blankets me—body, mind, and soul. I mean, I don’t even know if there’s such thing as a soul, but if it exists, it’s burning up right now.
“That was so good,” I whisper, letting go of Drake’s cock and simply falling forward. I lie down on the mattress again, my limbs sprawled to the side as my heart beats so fast it seems like there’s a jackhammer inside my ribcage.
“It was just the warm up,” I hear Sloane say, and I can tell there’s a vicious grin on his face from the sound of his voice. “You said it yourself.”
“You did,” Drake agrees. “And now that the warm up's done… We can get this party started.”
“We can,” I tell them, rolling to my back and smiling. I sit up on the bed, biting on my lower lip as I let it all sink in; I’m about to be fucked by both my stepdad and stepbrother, the two most handsome men to ever walk the earth. I have no idea what I did to deserve something like this, and you can be sure that I’m not going to let this opportunity go to waste. Oh, no.
“Let’s have some fun then,” I whisper, resting my hands on Sloane’s hard pectorals and pushing on them. He falls back, lying down on the bed, and I climb on top of him with cat like movements, my knees on either side of his waist.
I grab his cock with one hand and point it at my pussy, pre-cum glistening on its tip. I lift my body a few inches and then lower myself as fast as I can, throwing my head back and screaming as I impale myself on his cock.
Leaning back, I place my hands on his legs for support and start swaying my hips, my body moving in waves. Drake climbs on the bed then, kneeling by our side; he takes one hand to my right breast and squeezes it while, at the same time, he crushes his mouth against mine. We kiss as Sloane and I fuck, my brain working overtime to process the onslaught of sensations.
“You look so beautiful,” Drake tells me in a whisper, pulling back from our kiss and looking at me with glazed eyes. There’s an expression of pure delight on my face now, locks of disheveled blonde hair covering my face.
“I know,” I say with a grin, grabbing his hair with one hand and pulling him into me. His mouth flies straight to my tits, and I gasp as he sucks on one nipple, nibbling at it harshly. He caresses both my nipples with his lips and tongue, but then he pulls back and bends over. Realizing what he’s about do, I bite my lower lip so hard I feel the taste of blood.
Drake’s mouth flies straight to my clit, and he wraps his lips around it fast, pressing down with his tongue at the same time. I stop the swaying motion of my body, allowing Sloane to take the lead, which he does right away, thrusting fast and hard.
I look down at the scene unfolding between my eyes with a delighted smile, Sloane’s mouth dangerously close to Drake’s cock as it goes in and out of my pussy. These two don’t hate each other as much as they say, I start to realize. In fact, I’m thinking it’s just the opposite; they like each other more than they should and, the fact that they don’t know how to deal with that, is exactly what drove them apart. That until now, of course: with Sloane sucking on my clit while Drake fucks me, I don’t think they’re entitled to say they dislike each other any longer.
Now this is some real sexual healing.
I grab at my breasts while they work on my pussy and clit, throwing my head back and closing my eyes, a permanent smile on my face. Have I ever been this happy? I don’t think so.
More than just pleasing me, they’re pleasing me perfectly. As Sloane’s thrusts become faster, Drake starts working on my clit more furiously; it’s like there’s an unspoken bond between these two, one that they had no idea existed until now. In a sense, I’m the bridge between them. I just never knew that being a bridge could be this pleasurable.