Page 27 of Carnival Mayhem

His groan vibrates against my core. My eyes roll back as his fingers find my clit, rubbing circles as he sucks and licks from below.

“And Nash?” His voice is strained as he pushes me toward a second peak. “What’s he doing?”

“You’re sucking his cock.” I try to form a coherent sentence, but it’s difficult with the way he’s eating me. “He’s holding your hair while you take him down your throat.”

“Good girl.” His fingers curl inside me, stretching and filling me. “But how does it feel? Tell me.”

“It feels...” I struggle to put words to the image in my mind, the sensation of his fingers fucking me slowly, his tongue dancing across my clit. “It feels filthy. So dirty.”

Colt hums his approval, the vibration sending shivers through me. “Anything else?”

I hesitate, uncertain if my fantasy is too much. “I want your cum. Both of you.” I bite my lip, hesitating. “Inside me. And then, I want you both to take turns eating it out of my pussy.”

“You filthy angel,” he growls, withdrawing his fingers and throwing me onto my back beneath him, his thick cock grinding against my soaking wet pussy. “Do you want my cum now?”

“Yes.” The word is a plea as he teases my entrance, rubbing the tip of his cock against me. “Claim me.”

He plunges inside me with a groan, his thrusts urgent and deep as if to brand me as his own. I moan, clenching around him. He sets a brutal pace, pounding into me relentlessly. I’m dizzy with pleasure, arching my back to meet each thrust.

“Your fantasy, angel. Finish it.” Colt’s hips snap against mine as he reaches between us, rubbing my clit.

“I want your mouth on him,” I pant. “Tasting me on his cock.”

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, momentarily breaking his rhythm, consumed by the fantasy. “I crave the taste of him, your sweetness lingering on every inch of his cock.”

I moan and claw at his shoulders, pulling him down for a kiss.

“Mm, yes.” I kiss him hungrily, biting his lip as he thrusts into me. “Then he fucks my mouth while you take me from behind, pumping me full of your cum.”

“You’re killing me, angel.” Colt’s voice is thick, strained with the effort of his self-control. His hand slides down to rub my clit in time with his relentless thrusts.

“Tell me your fantasy, Colt,” I whisper, my fingers threading through his dark hair as he continues to nibble and suck at my neck. “A fantasy of the three of us.”

He pulls back, his eyes glinting with desire. “You sure you want to know?”

I nod, my chest tight with anticipation. “Tell me.”

His smile is wicked as he continues to fuck me. “You on your back just like you are now, and I’m fucking you hard and rough.”

I arch my back, wanting him deeper. “Go on,” I breathe.

“And Nash is behind me, his dick lubed up, and my ass stretched and ready to feel him take me.”

“Oh fuck!” I murmur, the image so hot. “You want him to fuck you while you fuck me?”

“Yeah.” Colt thrusts into me, each snap of his hips sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. “I want to feel Nash stretch me open while I’m balls deep in your sweet pussy.”

My vision blurs as the image takes over my mind. Colt fucking me while Nash takes him—all three of us connected so intimately.

The thought is enough to push me over the edge. I shatter around Colt, my pussy milking him as I cry out his name.

“Just like that. Surrender to me.” Colt thrusts through my orgasm, his grunts of pleasure filling the room. His pace becomes erratic, his hips snapping against mine as he chases his own release.

His grip on my hips tightens, fingers digging into my flesh. “My turn to fly.” He slams into me, his cock pulsing as he fills me with his cum. “Come with me, baby. Let go again.”

I sob against his shoulder as he angles his hips in a way that slams his piercing into my G-spot, and another climax consumes me, this one even more powerful than the first. My body shakes uncontrollably as Colt fills me, his hips jerking as he empties himself inside me.

Gradually, my senses return. Colt’s sweat-soaked chest heaves against me as he tries to catch his breath.

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