Page 74 of Carnival Mayhem

Nash’s lips leave mine, trailing kisses down my neck as Colt takes his turn, his mouth claiming mine in a passionate kiss. Their hands roam my body, setting my skin on fire and leaving trails of flame in their wake.

Colt’s hands move to the button of my pants, popping it open with a feral urgency.

I pull away, gasping for breath. “Together,” I rasp, my voice thick with desire. “I want you both at the same time.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for that, angel?” Colt asks.

Nash clears his throat. “Yeah, we only started prepping you yesterday.”

I nod, knowing without a doubt that this is the perfect moment. Standing amidst the carnage of my vengeance, my heart pounding with primal exhilaration, our clothes are stained, but I don’t care about the blood on my skin or the destruction around me. I can only focus on the two men before me, their eyes burning with the same fierce hunger within me.

“I need this,” I utter, holding Colt’s gaze. “I know you won’t hurt me.”

Colt steps forward, his hands reaching for the hem of my shirt. I let him pull it over my head.

Nash moves behind me, his hands already working to rid me of my bra. I arch my back, offering myself to him a silent invitation. Once I’m naked, both Colt and Nash step in front of me and start to undress each other, their eyes never leaving mine.

I want to touch, taste, and feel their skin against mine.

But Colt’s hands are on me first, his lips close to my ear. “You like the sight of blood on us, angel? Turns you on?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my eyes dropping to the sheen of blood that coats their skin. “It makes you even hotter.”

A feral grin spreads across his face, and he lifts me, my body pressed against his. The hard planes of his chest press against my nipples, and I moan. My arms wrap around his neck, holding on as he settles me against him, his cock nestled between my legs, straining toward me.

Nash is behind me, his chest pressing against my back. I feel his lips on my shoulder, and then his hands glide down my spine, hitching my breath.

“You’re so wet for us, baby,” Colt murmurs, his dick teasing my core. “I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” His mouth slants over mine in a hungry kiss. His tongue tangles with mine, dueling for dominance. One of his hands cups my ass, tilting my hips to meet the insistent press of his cock.

Nash’s finger circles my ass, slick with lube. “Fuck,” he growls. “I want to feel her tight ass around my cock, Colt.”

Colt growls while Nash’s finger pushes inside me, and I tilt my hips to grant him better access.

His finger thrusts, preparing me as I surrender to the sensations. I bury my face in Colt’s neck, inhaling his scent, my body trembling with anticipation.

“That’s it, baby,” Nash murmurs, adding a second finger. “Relax for me; let me in.”

Nash’s fingers work inside me, stretching my ass. I rock my hips gently, my body instinctively seeking more.

“That’s my good girl,” Colt rasps, his lips against my ear. “Take it all, angel. Take what he’s giving you.”

Nash’s fingers continue to work inside me, my body yielding to his touch.

Colt’s hands squeeze my ass, encouraging me. “You’re doing so good.”

Nash’s fingers slip out, and I whimper, my body yearning for more. But the sensation is quickly replaced by the broad head of a well-lubed dildo.

“Let’s get you suitably stretched exactly how we did yesterday. Then, we’ll see if you can take my cock,” Nash instructs.

Colt holds me close, his strong arms wrapping around me, providing the comfort I didn’t know I needed. I bury my face in his neck, breathing in his familiar scent, calming. He rests his chin on my head, and I feel his hands gently trace circles on my back, soothing away the lingering tension. Colt’s hard cock pushes against my clit, and he makes slow movements as he rubs it against me, making me moan.

Behind me, Nash works the dildo, slick with lube, into my ass. I gasp at the stretch, but it’s not as uncomfortable as the first time. My body relaxes around the intrusion, remembering the feeling. I tilt my hips, silently asking for more, needing it. “You’re taking it so well, baby,” Nash murmurs. “So perfect for us.”

Colt shifts, his hands moving down to cup my ass, gently spreading my cheeks, allowing more access as Nash guides the dildo deeper. Their touches are gentle, even as they prepare to claim me. I feel cherished and safe in their arms.

The dildo slips deeper, stretching me, filling me. I rock my hips back, seeking more, my body eager. Nash groans, the sound vibrating through me. “Fuck, she’s so responsive. She’s gonna take my cock so damn well.”

Colt nuzzles my hair, his lips close to my ear. “I know. She’s perfect. Just like this.”

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