Page 18 of Carnival Mayhem

“Open your mouth for me like a good girl.” The head of his cock pushes against my lips. I open my mouth and feel his swollen head rub against my lips. I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of him. He’s thick, so much thicker than anything I’ve ever felt before.

My reluctance melts away as he slides into my mouth, filling me, claiming me. I moan around him, the vibrations eliciting a harsh curse from Nash. His grip on my hair tightens, and he moves slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. I relax my throat, accepting him, wanting to give him pleasure.

I can’t get enough of Nash. I suck hard, taking him deeper, and those sexy eyes of his slowly close. He moans, his pleasure evident. I love the way he tastes, the way he feels sliding against my tongue. I want to devour him, to make him lose control.

His fingers tighten in my hair, and his hips stutter.

“Fuck, Flora, I’m gonna come.” His voice is a hoarse whisper.

I don’t want him to stop, but I can’t bring myself to pull away. I want this—need this. His release spills down my throat, and I swallow, my body buzzing with satisfaction. He pulls out slowly, a stray bead of cum escaping the corner of my mouth.

“Fucking hell. I’ll be feeling that for days.” Nash’s voice is filled with wonder, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

I’m vaguely aware of Colt’s tongue on me, but my mind is spinning, my body thrumming with need. I want more.

Colt’s tongue flicks my clit, as he slides two fingers into my pussy.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out, and my eyes roll back in my head. I’m so close, teetering on the edge. His fingers find my G-spot, and he thrusts in time with his tongue. My orgasm hits me like a freight train, overwhelming and intense. I cry out, my body shaking uncontrollably.

“That’s it. Let go for us.” Nash’s voice is a low purr.

Colt laps up my release, his moans vibrating against me. His tongue owns me, drawing out my pleasure until I’m a boneless heap, my mind blissfully blank.

Nash’s eyes glint with a dark hunger as he tears his gaze from Colt to meet mine. “I want to watch Colt fuck that pretty little pussy of yours, and then I’m going to breed you too.”

I squeak at his harsh words, but there’s no denying the excitement that shoots through me at the idea.

Colt growls, a sound that reverberates through me. “Since when are you in charge?”

Nash laughs, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Since that’s exactly what you want.”

I bite my lip, unable to deny the truth of his words—I want to be controlled.

“Get your cock out, Colt,” Nash demands.

I hold my breath as the sexual tension between them burns like fire, making me wonder if they’ve ever done this before. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Colt unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down. His eyes never leave Nash’s, a silent challenge in his gaze.

My eyes are drawn to Colt’s cock, thick and hard, and—I swallow—pierced. I gasp at the sight of the silver ring adorning him. It’s stunning and intimidating at the same time.

I watch as he strokes himself slowly, eyes locked on Nash.

“Fuck, he’s even thicker than Nash.” I blurt out my observation, unable to keep the awe from my voice.

Colt’s cock twitches at my words, a drop of pre-cum beading at the tip. “Not quite as long, but I think you’ll manage.”

His voice is deep and rough, sending a shiver down my spine. I nod, my eyes flicking between the two men. Their rivalry is palpable, the air thick.

Nash’s eyes glitter with anticipation as he steps back, motioning for Colt to take his place. “Go on, then. Show her what a real man can do.”

Colt’s gaze softens as he looks at me, his expression holding a question. “You ready for this?”

My heart hammers in my chest as I nod. I’m terrified and excited, my body buzzing with anticipation. I want both of them and the fact that they want me, too, is almost too much to bear.

Colt throws down his coat. “Lie on your back.”

I do as he says, lying down on his jacket. And then, he shifts forward between my thighs, his cock leaking. With one hand, he guides himself to my entrance, teasing me with the tip and the piercing. I whimper at the sensation, wanting more.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Nash murmurs, his eyes fixed on the sight of Colt’s cock pressed against me. “Your pretty little pussy can’t wait to be stretched.”

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