Page 86 of Carnival Mayhem

Flora pulls back and nods, walking over to the tree. Watching her hang the first ornament—a symbol of our new beginning.

Colt’s hand on my shoulder snaps me out of my thoughts. “I think we should be doing this naked.”

A rush of want runs through me as I meet his gaze. “I think you’re right.”

Flora turns as I start unbuttoning her shirt. Her cheeks are flushed, but her eyes shine with need. “You two,” she breathes, stepping closer and touching our chests.

Colt’s hands tangle in her hair, guiding her toward him, and she moves willingly. I reach out, touching her bare shoulder, and she makes a soft sound, turning to kiss my palm.

My heart races as I start to unbutton her jeans. Colt pulls her tank top off, baring her breasts, and her breath catches as we both caress and worship her body, marking her as ours.

Flora arches into our touch, moaning softly as Colt traces patterns on her skin with his tongue while I kiss a trail down her neck, nipping at her sensitive skin. She’s perfect, offering herself to us, trusting us with her pleasure.

Colt moves to kiss me. Our tongues tangle in a desperate kiss as Flora’s hands roam our bodies, touching and exploring.

I pull away from Colt, needing more. His shirt is already open, revealing his toned chest, and I push it off his shoulders, tracing the lines of his tattoos with my fingertips. His breath hitches as I lean down, my tongue swiping his nipple before I take it into my mouth, sucking gently.

“Fuck,” he groans, tangling a hand in my hair, keeping me close.

Flora’s fingers work the button of Colt’s jeans, revealing his straining erection beneath.

I slip behind her, kissing her bare shoulder while she wraps her hand around Colt’s cock. Her fingers pump him in a steady rhythm, her thumb sweeping over the sensitive tip, drawing a deep groan from his lips. I suck lightly on her earlobe, tasting the salt of her skin, savoring the way she moves.

Colt reaches between her legs, his fingers teasing her folds, making her gasp. “Fuck, she’s so wet,” he murmurs.

I mouth my way down her neck, nipping at her pulse point while my hands settle on her hips. She’s moving with the rhythm of Colt’s hand, pushing back into my touch.

“Too many clothes,” Colt growls, his voice laced with desperation. “Bedroom.”

Flora moans her agreement, her head falling back against my shoulder as Colt’s fingers slide deeper.

Somehow, we reach the bedroom, a tangle of limbs and hunger. We sink onto the bed, and Colt rolls so Flora is beneath him, pinned by his gaze. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing the curves of her body, his mouth following the path.

I move to the edge of the bed, wanting to see everything—to burn this image into my memory forever. Colt’s head dips, his tongue swirling over Flora’s clit, making her cry out. Her hips buck, seeking more pressure, and Colt obliges, devouring her with eager strokes of his tongue.

The sexual tension in the room is almost suffocating, but I can’t look away. Flora’s fingers twist in Colt’s hair as he feasts on her, his hands gripping her thighs. “Yes,” she gasps, her body arching. “Please, don’t stop.”

The way Flora moves against his mouth—soft, pleading sounds escaping her throat—has me rock hard.

Colt pulls back, his lips swollen and glistening, a testament to his devotion to Flora’s pleasure. “Get over here,” he says, voice thick with desire. “Show me what that tongue can do.”

My cock twitches at the sultry tone in his voice, the filthy command he offers so effortlessly. I groan in response, moving to position myself behind Colt.

He’s on his hands and knees, his ass presented to me, waiting. I sink to my knees behind him, my breath catching at the sight before me. His cheeks are clenched, his muscled back rippling as he leans forward, holding himself up with one arm while he eats Flora’s pussy.

I lean in, my nose nuzzling the crack of his ass, inhaling the musky scent of him, the taste of his skin. My tongue teases the sensitive pucker, lapping at him, eliciting a soft moan from Colt. I press my mouth to the tight ring of muscle, circling the tip of my tongue around it before pressing forward, breaching him with a slow, torturous motion that makes us both groan.

Colt shifts, lifting his hips slightly to grant me better access. “That’s it, such a good boy. Eat my ass.”

The filthy words spill from his lips so naturally, so perfectly in tune with the decadent scene before us.

I swirl my tongue around his rim, teasing the sensitive flesh before plunging deeper, fucking him with my tongue while my hands grip his hips, holding him steady. He moans around Flora’s clit, his shoulders tensing as he struggles to remain focused on her pleasure.

Beneath me, Colt is thrusting back onto my tongue, meeting each swirl and flick of my tongue with his impatient movements. The sounds of our pleasure fill the room—wet, sloppy noises of oral sex blending with our harsh breaths.

Flora’s hands tangle in Colt’s hair, holding him close, her hips moving with the rhythm he sets.

This Christmas marks the beginning of something extraordinary. Our first real holiday as a family—because that’s what we are now. A dirty family who love each other so fucking much.

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