She was bombarded by sensation as Ben renewed his assault on her pussy, licking at her opening but steering clear of her clit until she moaned with need. He chuckled as he tickled her clit with just the lightest flick of his tongue, causing her to fight their hold to follow his mouth, but they wouldn’t allow it. Quinten’s callused fingertips stroked the dip between her thigh and her labia before sliding back up to her knee. He repeated the motion, taking her higher and higher with each stroke.
“We love you, Camilla. I love you, and I want to give you whatever you need.” The sincerity in Ben’s tone made tears seep beneath her closed eyelids as he continued lapping with leisurely strokes at her pussy, edging closer to her clit. The command and regard in his voice earlier as he’d drawn those painful memories from her had reduced her to her most basic emotions.
Both men centered their attention at her pussy, and Ben’s mouth finally latched on to the swollen bundle of nerve endings at her clit. They held her to the rug, and Ben’s assault on her senses increased as Quinten returned his attention to her nipples. Being held down increased her vulnerability as they suckled, and the tension inside of her grew to astronomical proportions. Quinten stroked her jaw and her cheek in direct contrast to how hungrily he feasted on her breasts, and the gentleness in his touch, the love, sent her over. A sob burst from her throat as she arched between them, riding each hard wave of her climax until she was breathless and flushed.
“Open your eyes.”
She obeyed Ben’s gentle command and smiled up at them, crouched over her. Ben was between her thighs, the glint of lust and triumph in his eyes as he continued stroking her opening with one hand while grasping his tremendous cock with the other. Desire crested again inside her as she noticed Ben had already donned a condom and Quinten had one in his hand prepared to open. She was glad because she wanted both of them. Quinten’s cock was swelled to enormous proportions, and she licked her lips as her mouth watered.
Ben huskily drawled, “You ready to have both our cocks inside you, sugar? You’ve got us both so hot and hard, ready to feel your sweet cunt clamping down on us, nothing else will do. I hope you’re ready.”
Camilla chuckled softly and wrapped her legs around Ben as he kneeled close enough to rub the head of his cock against her slick lips. He was very thick and would stretch her until it stung perfectly. She flexed her hips, rubbing against him in an effort to take him inside her.
“I want you both to fuck me. Fill me with your big cocks and give it to me good. Make me scream.”
Ben smirked. “Lucky for us we have fifteen acres and no neighbors to hear you when you come for us.”
She bit her lip and rose up on her elbow so she could watch him. With her other hand, she stroked her cunt from her clit to her opening before spreading her lips. Ben’s gaze was intense as he brushed the blunt head of his cock between her lips, the heat of his flesh searing hers. Her cunt reacted by clenching and she watched, awed, as Ben thrust deep in one tingling hot stroke, so much of his massive flesh disappearing inside her, stretching her unrelentingly. A moan escaped her as she watched him pull all the way out, coated in her cream, and push in again a little farther. Her pussy burned as she stretched to take his girth, until she finally lay back and drew him over her, hungry for every inch he could give her.
Ben growled, his tanned face noticeably flushed as he pulled back and flexed his hips again, pushing more of himself inside her. “Take it, sugar. Take my cock.”
She tilted her hips down and up, glorying in the feel of his hard flesh plundering hers, sliding over nerve endings that were on fire for him. “You’re so big. I love it.”
The devilish grin on Ben’s face made her giggle, and he said, “Imagine both our cocks in you at the same time, sugar. Fucking you and filling you with our cum. You think it tingles now. Just wait. Quinten is every bit as big as me and he’s looking impatient.”
She turned and looked. Sure enough, Quinten kneeled beside them, stroking his cock as he watched where the two of them were joined.
“Come closer, Quinten.” Camilla licked her lips. “I want a taste.”
Quinten looked at her as though he’d just won the lottery and brought his cock to bobbing within inches of her lips. She slurped at the droplets of pre-cum on the broad head, drawing a harsh groan from him as she sucked him in. He cradled her head as she took him to the back of her throat before drawing on him until he nearly popped from her mouth. She held his cock at the base and teased him, mixing up short strokes with long, hard sucks until Quinten crouched so low over her that his dark-blond curls tickled her shoulder.