Page 100 of Carnival Mayhem

Colt gets up, making no secret of his growing arousal, tenting his grey sweats. “You know I’m always up for that.”

I’m already well aware of his enthusiasm. Our late-night training sessions often end together in a train of lust, hunger, and love.

I eagerly tear off my sweats and tank top, throwing them off the bed. Nash is quick to get naked, throwing his clothes in a pile on top of mine. And then we both glance at Colt, who is still dressed.

He slowly pulls off his tight t-shirt, revealing his corded muscles covered in dark ink. My stomach flutters every time I see him like this. Both of them are so fucking beautiful. And then he slowly peels away his grey sweats, his huge, engorged dick bobbing up and slapping his abs.

“Fuck, I never get enough of seeing you,” Nash murmurs, dick in his hand already. And then he glances at me. “Or you, little bird. Turn over.”

I turn onto my side, pressing my back to Nash’s chest and feeling his hand caress my hip. His fingers leave a trail of fire as they slide down my body, slipping between my thighs and gently parting them. He probes at my core with his fingers, already knowing how wet and ready I am for him.

The bed dips beside us as Colt settles behind Nash. The telltale signs of the lubricant bottle cap clicking open, followed by Colt squeezing it out, tells me he’s ready to prepare Nash.

Nash’s cock nudges at my core, and he pushes into me with a slow, deliberate stroke. My breath quickens as he fills me, my body clinging to his length as he pulls out, only to thrust back in. I rock back to meet his rhythm, the pace slow and sensual as he works to claim me once more.

The slick sound of Colt’s fingers moving in Nash’s channel reaches my ears, and my hips stutter. The knowledge of what’sabout to happen, of Colt’s dick entering Nash, pushes me closer to the edge.

Every time Nash gets fucked, his dick swells and gets so fucking hard inside me that it’s insane.

“You feel so damn good, little bird,” Nash growls against my ear. His thumb finds my clit, and he strokes in time with his thrusts. “I’m gonna make you come all over my cock.”

My head falls back against his shoulder, exposing my throat. His lips curve into a smile against my skin as he nips gently at my neck.

“Colt, it’s time for you to fuck our boy,” I urge, wanting nothing more than to feel them both lose control. “Take his ass.”

“Damn right, I will.” Colt’s voice is rough with desire as he lines up with Nash’s entrance. “His ass is so fucking greedy for it.”

Nash bites out a curse as Colt pushes inside him, his fingers digging into my hips, his grip tight as he battles through the stretch. I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, the erratic pulse of it a testament to his need.

“Fuck, yes, Colt. Give it to me.” Nash’s voice breaks as Colt slides deeper, the sound of his pleasure filling the room.

Colt’s filthy commentary adds fuel to the fire already raging inside me. “That’s it, Nash. Take that thick cock like a good boy.”

Nash answers him with a broken groan, his hips stuttering as he fights for control. Colt knows exactly how to push his buttons, when to be gentle, and when to be rough. With a final, deep thrust, he seats himself fully inside Nash.

“Ah, fuck,” Nash breathes, his voice wrecked. “Always forget how damn good that feels.”

My breath comes in shallow pants. The combined sensations of Nash filling me and the wet sounds of Colt fucking Nash’s lubed asshole push me to the brink.

“Nothing better than feeling your tight pussy clenching around my cock.” Nash’s voice is gravelly as he continues rubbing my clit while pounding into me. “Having my ass wrapped around Colt’s thick dick while I do it...” His sentence hangs, and he groans loudly. “Fuck, I love knowing it’s getting Colt off too.”

His words paint a picture in my mind, one I’ve witnessed in videos we’ve taken of ourselves. The image of Nash buried deep in my pussy, while Colt thrusts into him—it’s more than enough to push me over the edge. My orgasm hits in crashing waves, overwhelming me with pleasure. My inner walls flutter around Nash’s cock, milking every last drop of pleasure as he continues to thrust through my peak.

Nash hits that spot inside me that never fails to make my vision blur and my breath catch. Everything becomes hypersensitive. Every touch, every sound, amplified. My inner walls flutter around him as he pushes deep, and he knows exactly how to prolong the pleasure, just how to drag out my orgasm.

His hand moves faster, his fingers circling my clit relentlessly as he continues to thrust. Colt’s rhythm changes behind him, a counterpoint to Nash’s pace. It’s a dance they know well, perfectly matching each other’s needs.

“Ah, fuck,” Nash groans, his voice tight. “Your pussy is milking my cock so fucking good, Flora. Gonna make me?—”

Nash’s growl fills the room, his hips stuttering as he spurts inside me. My inner muscles clench greedily, milking every last drop from him as he shudders. Colt keeps up his relentless pace, his need clearly building.

“Fuck my ass,” Nash grunts. “Breed me while I’m still pulsing inside your angel.”

I glance over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of Colt’s face twisted in pleasure as he fucks into him. His hands grip Nash’ships hard enough to leave bruises, his expression fierce as he finds his own release. They’re both so utterly beautiful.

“Yeah, that’s it. Gonna breed that perfect ass, just like you want.” His words are rough, each one punctuated with a deep thrust. “Bet you love the idea of my cum dripping out of that well-fucked hole.”

Nash lets out a strangled cry, his body bowing under the force of Colt’s thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills my ears as their bodies collide. I press my lips to Nash’s shoulder, kissing him softly as they both succumb to the pleasure.

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