Page 63 of The Naughty Elf

Slowly, my feet lower to the floor, but I’m so wobbly that I have to brace myself against the counter. Until Jackson turns me around. “My turn.”

He lifts me to the edge and the cold quartz under my cheeks makes me yip. His smile turns into a grin. Instead of sinking between my thighs, I watch as he frees his cock, which springs to attention between us.

It doesn’t matter that we fucked mere hours ago. My core is pulsing with the need to have him inside of me again. He doesn’t make me wait long. Two pumps, and I’m filled with his cock. Like earlier today, he’s not slow or gentle about taking me, hips thumping hard against mine.

My core struggles to grasp onto him, and I watch how slick my thighs grow around him. God, something about the sight of him stretching me open is so intoxicating.

When I peer upwards I’m greeted with three identical expressions. They’re all watching him pound into me. Ashley has his own cock in hand, stroking it slowly. But Sawyer’s gaze lifts to my face, and the look on his face promises me so many more dark and dirty things.

My toes curl, pussy tightening to prepare for a new climax. A few small cries escape me, and Jackson’s attention snaps up to meet my gaze. His grip on my knees spreads me wider, tilts my hips higher, and the new angle has his head hammering a spot that’s going to send me over the edge into oblivion.

It’s a sharp, hard explosion that has darkness weaving into the sides of my vision.

“There’s my sweet girl.”

I let out a half whimper, half laugh.

Jackson lifts me from the counter, cock still pressing into the very depths of me, and I’m floating. I cling to him as I try to catch my breath. Before I know it, the soft cushions of the couch embrace my backside and Jackson is pulling out.

“Turn around. Get on your knees.”

With a little help, I obey. My knees are spread wide on the cushions, hands propped on the back.

“Suck on Ashley’s cock, sweetheart,” Jackson orders me before he slides his face under my thighs and seals his mouth over my pussy.

A moan opens my mouth, and I grab onto Ashley, pulling him in position for me to suck on him. He smooths the hair back that’s fallen into my face. Peering up at him, I cup his head with my tongue.

He huffs out a soft breath as I surround him with my mouth. It’s so easy to see the pleasure on his face, the furrowed brows, the dark eyes, and parted lips. Ashley tangles his fingers in my hair and pushes himself to the back of my throat. I do my best to swallow him down.

But the pleasure from Jackson’s tongue has my knees spreading, sinking over his face. Everything is so sensitive that every swipe sends a new wave through me.

My concentration falters, so Ashley finds his own pace to thrust into me. It’s lazy, enjoying the feel of my mouth. Enjoying the sight.

I want to look at Sawyer, to see if he’s enjoying the show, too, but I don’t stray from Ashley except for when the pleasure and pressure closes my eyes.

Jackson has me grinding down over his face in search of the new peak he’s silently promising me. I’m not sure how he’s able to breathe, but his grip on me is firm.

I moan around Ashley’s shaft, and he moans in return. The too much is settling into something I’m going to have no control over.

As the wave crashes into me, I try to keep from going completely mindless by sucking hard on the head of Ashley’s cock. His jagged cry helps ground me. He’s pulsing against my tongue. If I’m quick, I can make him come.

But Ashley pulls free of my mouth with a sigh. I moan in protest, but Jackson has also shifted from under me, distractingme with his hands on my hips, and his cock pressing back into me from behind.

Oh, fuck, the angle is just right to make my back arch and the pleasure to find a new level of heat and sensation. The wild groan that leaves my mouth has all three of them swearing.

Ashley brushes my mouth with his thumb before he retreats, and my gaze connects with Sawyer’s. Anticipation zaps me. I reach for him.

He doesn’t hesitate to come to me, brushing my cheek with the backs of his fingers, tracing my mouth with his thumb, but his dips in along my tongue as I grab his jeans and work to pull him out. On instinct, I suck softly and watch as his nostrils flare.

Opening my mouth, I make my silent invitation with a slow blink. Sawyer rubs his thumb against my tongue for a few beats. Jackson’s thrusts have me rocking as his brother draws out his advances.

Sawyer removes his thumb and steps closer, allowing me to pull the head of his cock into my mouth. He doesn’t thrust into me, just watches me suckle on him as my core squeezes around Jackson.

Big, warm hands grip my hip. My body is more pliable than I’m used to. Every little bit feels so good. I feel almost dumb with the pleasure—a constant burn rather than the build-up and break of the last half hour.

Sawyer won’t come for me like this. He takes far too long, and it will take everything we do tonight to get him there. But I enjoy how he touches me, memorizing the curves of my cheeks and jaw and chin, the pout of my lips around him, the swoop of my nose…

When I feel the change in Jackson behind me, I moan around Sawyer’s cock and watch his eyes sparkle at me. God, this whole thing is so fucking sexy.

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