Page 21 of Carnival Mayhem

I pull out and thrust back into her, my pace increasing. Her body responds to mine, our rhythm perfectly in sync. Colt moves closer, his hand still on his cock, his eyes fixed on the place where we join.

“Look at him, Flora,” I command softly. “Look at what you do to him.”

Her eyes flicker to Colt, taking in the strain on his face, the way his hand moves faster on his cock. “You make him hard, little bird. He wants you just as much as I do.”

I lean down to whisper, “You want to be filled, don’t you? Want to be so full you forget your own name.”

She whimpers, her head tipping back.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want...” She pauses, her hands gripping my shoulders, her legs tightening around my waist. “I want Colt in my mouth… I want to taste him.”

Colt growls, and I know he’s imagining it too—her lips wrapped around his shaft, her tongue swirling.

“You want my cock in your mouth?” Colt’s voice is rough, strained. “That pretty mouth of yours is watering for it, isn't it? Almost as much as your cunt is dripping for Nash to fuck you.”

She nods, her cheeks flushed. “Yes.”

Colt drops to his knees by the side of her head, his cock resting on her thick lips. Flora turns her head toward him and wraps those pretty lips around Colt, and I feel her muscles clamp down on me as she focuses on him. She moans while I continue to thrust, slow and deep.

Colt’s eyes meet mine, and I don’t look away this time. I see the raw hunger in his eyes. We’ve danced around our desire, but now, with Flora writhing between us, the truth is laid bare.

Colt’s eyes darken as he looks at me, and I know he’s thinking the same thing. With her haunting beauty and bruised soul, this woman has the power to unravel us. She makes us feel things we’ve kept buried.

I thrust into Flora, my pace increasing as my need builds. Colt’s hand tangles in her hair, guiding her farther down on his shaft. She gags slightly but then relaxes, taking more of him in. He lets out a low groan, his eyes squeezing shut as he savors the sensation.

“That’s it, angel. Take it all,” he says hoarsely.

Her eyes flutter open, and she meets my gaze. Her walls clench around me, and I know she’s close. I find her clit with my thumb and begin to rub circles, my tempo matching my thrusts.

“You’re so beautiful like this. So fucking gorgeous,” Colt says, his voice strained.

I continue to thumb her clit. “Come for us. Let us see you fall apart.”

Her breath hitches, and her eyes squeeze shut as her walls tighten like a vise around me. I feel her release, the wet heat of it, and I thrust through it, wanting to draw out her pleasure.

“I’m close,” Colt says hoarsely. “Her mouth is so fucking good.”

I pull out of Flora slowly, and she makes a noise of protest, her eyes fluttering open. “Shh, I’m not done with you yet. But first, I want you on all fours, giving him full access to your pretty little throat.”

I position her on her hands and knees in front of Colt. She looks up at him and then takes him into her mouth again.

Colt threads his fingers through her hair, guiding her further onto his length. “Good girl. Take me to the hilt.”

As Flora takes Colt’s length into her throat, I position myself behind her and sink inside. Her walls clench around me, milking me, and I groan, my hands gripping her hips tightly.

Colt’s eyes squeeze shut. “Holy hell, that mouth is perfect, angel. I can’t get enough.”

She moans, the vibration making his hips jerk in response. Her walls clench around my cock, and I know she’s close again. This time, I can’t hold back. I thrust into her, and she cries out, the sound muffled by Colt’s cock in her mouth.

“You like that, baby? Like being filled from both ends?” I ask.

She nods, her eyes squeezing shut as she loses herself in the pleasure.

Colt’s hand moves to her jaw. “Take me deep.”

I thrust into her, my pace increasing. “Take everything we give you like a good little slut.”

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