Page 88 of Dirty Heirs

I’d never let a man fuck me before, and while I was nervous, I’d always known it would be Sonny taking my anal virginity. After I lowered Ella onto the bed, she knelt between us. Like a greedy little thing, she tugged on the waistbands of our pants.

“Take these off.” Ella stripped off her shirt. “Now! I’ve been dying to watch Sonny fuck you.”

“He’s been fighting me for the past month.” Sonny tossed his clothes onto the floor and advanced on me. “Isn’t that right, Sunshine?”

I discarded the rest of my clothes and rolled my eyes. “No, I haven’t. I’m just…”

“Scared,” Sonny finished for me as if he could read my mind.

“Nervous,” I confessed. “And yeah, I guess a little scared.”

“Nothing to worry about.” Sonny gripped my shaft and gave it a few strokes. “I’m gonna take good care of you, baby.”

Ella sat on the bed, legs spread. “I want to see Sonny’s dick slide in and out of you.” Her hand slipped between her thighs, two fingers in her wet pussy. “You have no idea how much I get off on you two. I dreamed about it for years. Whenever I fingered myself, I thought about you guys together.”

“Our girl wants a show,” Sonny said with mischief in his blue eyes. “We better give her one.”

I was never afraid to explore my sexuality, but with them, I had no limits or boundaries. They could have talked me into just about anything.

Sonny’s lips crashed into mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. My skin pebbled with bumps of arousal, and with each rough, passionate kiss, my skin ignited.

My man stared at me, a predatory look in his eyes like he wanted to eat me.

Between kisses, our gazes wandered back to Ella. She pumped her fingers, screams of ecstasy falling from her pretty lips.

“Like what you see, El?” Sonny flicked his tongue over my bottom lip. “Are you a dirty girl who likes watching her men fuck?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Keep going. I’m so close.”

My heart pounded like a drum in my chest as Sonny’s hands roamed over every inch of my skin. His kisses were angry and feral as his hand closed around my throat. With that, I matched his movements and applied pressure to his windpipe. Just enough to make him gasp when I kissed him again.

Sonny stroked my cock in the perfect rhythm seconds before he pinned my back to the mattress. He dragged his tongue up my shaft, and a hiss escaped my throat. It felt so damn good that my eyes snapped shut. I wanted to savor every second of his warm mouth and skilled tongue. So I guided his head, encouraging him to suck more of my dick into his mouth.

I wanted to recreate the first time we fucked. So I beckoned Ella with my finger. “Cinders, get on top of me.”

She hurried over to me, kneeling beside my head. “Are you sure about this? The last time we made a mess.”

“Hell, yeah.” I licked my lips, my gaze settling between her legs. “I wanna taste your pussy. And I want the evidence of how hard I made you cum all over my face.”

Sonny lifted his head, and I instantly missed his mouth loss as Ella climbed on top of me. “This is my favorite view.” He grinned and then licked my shaft. “You better make our girl come so hard I feel it.”

“Aiden never has a problem doing that.”

Ella chuckled and settled on top of me, smothering me with her thick ass. But I loved it. She smelled amazing, and when I rolled my tongue across her wet slit, she cried out my name.

As Sonny got back to work sucking me into his mouth, Ella wiggled her ass until she found the perfect position.

With her palms on my chest, she rocked her hips. “Oh, God,” Aiden she moaned. “Fuck. That feels amazing.”

I licked her from front to back before breaching her folds with my tongue. To hold her in place, I dug my fingers into her ass and sucked on her flesh.

Sonny reached up to grab her wrist. He guided her hand to the base of my cock. As he sucked, she stroked, finding the perfect rhythm.

It wasn’t long before Ella’s cum filled my mouth and splashed my face, some of it getting onto my chest. I loved seeing the proof of her orgasms. She panted out our names as she rode out the last wave, hardly able to catch her breath.

That was all I needed to race toward the finish line. But as I felt the pulse of my cock, Sonny pulled away.

I sat up, so damn pissed and frustrated that I smacked his chest. “What the fuck, Pretty Boy? You better finish sucking my dick.”

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