Grant grunted as she took him to her throat. The heat from her mouth was as captivating as the mere act of burying his cock between her open jaws. He greedily found his place there, pushing the weight of his head to the back of her throat, willing her to give him just a tad more attention. Right when he thought he’d won the affection he desired, she used her hand to pump him, turning her head in order to greet the other dick awaiting its turn.
Blake smiled down on her as his penis disappeared between her lips. She slid her tongue up and down his shaft, whipping around his dick like his engorged cock was better than a hot slice of sugary temptation. The way she worked herself around Blake’s body nearly took Grant to the floor.
Blake staggered as if he were inebriated. He watched her through glassy eyes as he obviously enjoyed the blow job she delivered, the special attention to detail as she traced the veins in his shaft, fingered his balls and then released him with a pop, kissing the head and dragging her tongue across the small opening again.
If Morgan didn’t allow Grant a turn soon, good old Blake was certain to lose his balance, not to mention the pent-up release he obviously fought to contain. After all, Grant was a man who knew what their submissive woman could do. Her hot little mouth had always been his undoing, the one thing certain to bring him to a quick release. Blake, if his hooded eyes told his story, was about to see a sudden finish.
Morgan redirected her focus again. While she gave Blake a slow stroke with her fingers crawling up and down his dick, she tickled Grant’s sac, tracing the miniscule veins in his scrotum.
“You gonna look at it, or try it out for taste and size?” Grant asked.
“Patience, Sir,” she taunted him, squeezing the skin at the base of his dick.
A hot dose of scorching arousal shot to the tip of his dick. “Fuck! Morgan!” he exclaimed, grabbing himself by the balls, fighting to hold back, keep his release a few minutes away.
She winked, grinned, and then kissed Grant’s tip. Once again, her direction changed. This time, she left Grant to hump at thin air.
Blake guided her, rubbing his penis over the texture of her lips. “Morgan always liked my dick in her cheek.”
“I wouldn’t get too cocky if I were you two cowboys,” she said, pecking Blake’s mushroom head as well. Releasing the grip she’d secured around each of their penises, she rose to her feet. “If this is about me rewarding me, then I should get to choose when I’m fucked, right?”
Grant and Blake looked at one another. “That depends,” Grant said.
“On what, Sir?” she asked, her eyes downcast.
“Are we fucking now or later?”
She patted his erect cock and grinned. “We’re not fucking, Grant.”
“We’re not?”
“No,” she said, a sweet smile tilting her lips. “You can fuck me another time.”
“What’s wrong with right now?” Blake asked, arching a brow.
“I don’t want the hardcore Doms tonight.”
“That’s too bad,” Blake rasped, pinching her nipple.
“Ouch,” she choked out, the clasp around the tight bud apparently a little rougher than usual. “I’m serious. I’m not fucking either of you tonight.”
Grant snarled. “We’ll see about that.”
“Yes,” she challenged them. “We will. Because tonight all I want to do is love the two men who’ve always loved me.”
“Well why didn’t you say so?” Grant said, fighting that beast that often surfaced when he took a submissive woman to his bed. Defying the dark need rising, Grant snatched his pants, pulled out his wallet, and retrieved two condoms, tossing one at Blake.
As they suited up and prepared to play, Morgan spread her legs and fingered herself, watching them as they enjoyed her.
“How’s that feel, sub?” Grant asked.
“Nice,” she replied.
“Did I give you permission to play with your clit?”
“No, Sir,” she said, tilting her head and rubbing the hard button between her legs.
“Do you want to ask for my permission now?”
“No, Sir,” she replied, grinning.
“Sounds like someone wants to be punished,” Blake pointed out.
“Oh she’ll get her punishment all right,” Grant said, smacking his lips and eyeing those pretty, glistening pussy folds. “Only the punishment she’ll get tonight probably isn’t the one she had in mind.”
Blake grinned then, too, reading his thoughts, apparently. He straddled her right thigh. Grant towered over the left.
“I think a double stuffing is in order. Maybe if she has both of us stroking her, she won’t be so quick to backtalk in the future,” Grant said.