Page 87 of Carnival Mayhem

Love.

The word used to feel foreign, dangerous even. Now, it feels like coming home.

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COLT

Flora writhes beneath me, her slender body arching as my tongue dances over her clit. A groan escapes my throat as Nash fucks my ass with his tongue, driving me wild.

Flora’s hips buck against my mouth as I suck, her thighs squeezing my head. Her fingers twist in my hair, holding me there as if afraid I might stop. Fuck, she’s so sweet. Her sharp intake of breath spurs me on, and I lick faster, savoring the way her body responds.

Nash’s tongue is skilled, knowing exactly how to make me crazy. I bite down on Flora’s inner thigh to stifle a moan as my cock leaks.

Flora’s moans grow louder, her knees widening as she surrenders to me.

I pull back slightly, teasing her swollen clit with gentle flicks of my tongue. Her body trembles, teetering on the edge of no return. I want to draw this out, make it last, but her eyes plead me, and damn, I can’t deny her anything. I dive back in, my tongue relentless, and she shatters.

“Fuck, you make such a beautiful mess when you squirt like that,” I growl, lapping up every drop of her release.

My cock pulses at the sight, starving for attention.

I smile as I look over my shoulder at Nash, seeing his eager expression, his eyes dark with desire. “You ready to surrender that sexy ass so I can pop that cherry?”

A shudder runs through him. I’ve been stretching him for a week now, teasing his hole with my fingers and toys when we’re all intimate. He’s taken to it naturally, and I know he’s craving more. “Yeah,” he breathes, his voice husky.

I pat the bed beside me. “Get between her legs, then. Give our beautiful angel your cock while I fuck your ass.” I watch as he maneuvers himself between Flora’s spread thighs.

“She’s ours. Take our girl and make her scream.” I reach over, running my hand through his hair.

He nods, his hands gripping Flora’s hips as he presses his leaking cock to her soaking entrance. His breath hitches as he pushes into her, her body welcoming him home the same way it does me. He closes his eyes at the feeling of being embedded in her heat.

“Fuck, so tight.” His hips begin to move, his eyes sliding shut as he savors the sensation. “Such a good girl,” he breathes. “Taking it all like you were created just for us.”

Flora arches her back, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.“Fuck, Nash,” she groans, fisting her hands through his hair.

Nash’s hips stutter, his eyes falling shut. He’s always been the more controlled one, the calm to my chaos, but right now, he’s that battle, and it’s fucking hot.

I lean over, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck as my hand slips between the muscular cheeks of his ass. He moans, his hands tightening on her hips. I grab the lube from the nightstand, coating my fingers before teasing his tight hole.

He groans, his body clenching around me. “Fuck, Colt.”

“You like that, huh?” I whisper, stretching him and finding his prostate, massaging it, and feeling him relax as pleasure overwhelms him.

I smirk, withdrawing my fingers. “Your turn to be ruined.” I reach for the toy box under the bed, pulling out a couple of our favorites. The biggest one is a challenge, but he’s so turned on that I think he can take it. It’s the only one I haven’t used with him yet.

I coat the toy with lube, positioning it at his entrance. Slowly, I apply steady pressure, watching hungrily as it glides inside him. I focus on his back for any signs of tension or discomfort. But he takes it, his body welcoming the invasion.

I tease it in and out, slowly at first, then more fervently as he relaxes. He’s stunning like this, his control gone; nothing left but surrender.

“More,” he begs, his voice strained. “Please, Colt.”

“Greedy boy,” I groan. Fuck. I’ll never get enough of hearing him beg. “You think you’re ready for the real thing?”

He glances over his shoulder and is eager, but I can see the trepidation in his eyes. “Yeah,” he breathes.

His eyes flick back to Flora, who’s moaning beneath him, her body moving in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

I slick up my cock, my breath catching at the sight of him before me, open and willing. I brush my thumb over the smooth rides of his hole. Fuck. The number of times I’ve thought about fucking Nash. Flora’s slim thighs frame his perfect ass, her hands gripping his shoulders as he moves within her. I have to remind myself to breathe as I slowly push into him, inch by inch, feeling that sweet tightness as he stretches to accommodate me.

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