Page 38 of Beautiful Deception

Squirming deeper onto the bed, Dr. Kian merely presses one firm hand on my quaking thigh, and the warmth of his palm is nothing compared to the dangerous warning creeping through his idle fingers.

“For your sake,” he whispers over the haunting rings in my ears, “stay very still.”

Nothing Remo does can soothe the tension in my stomach, the firm lock on my wrists, the fondling of my hair, or the steady breathing of his expanding chest as his gaze darkens when Dr. Kian pulls on my folds with his thumbs.

It’s still damp from the shower, and the thin layer of slick dripping from my pulsing hole doesn’t help my escape from this moment.

But I don’t want to. My body is honest, an open book for them to read words that are penned by desire and reluctance. Remo swipes his hand inside my shirt to cup my tit as a reward for holding back instinctual spasms.

Dr. Kian toys with the sensitive nub and ignores the way I try to suppress the squirming, but his threat is too fresh in my mind that my legs meekly widen. A low praise, one I almost didn’t hear when Remo shuffles down to my chest, where my shirt is tucked above my tits.

Remo’s hand reaches for the opposite breast, kneading the plushness and pinching a perky nipple between dexterous fingers. His wet tongue, pink and lithe, swipes the neglected bud before closing his lips around it.

At the same time, a thick finger slips inside my pussy. My surprise gets cut short when the finger curls upward and presses against the spongy spot that scorches my vision with blinding fire. My hips arch into Dr. Kian’s mouth, rolling them to his tongue as he sucks on the delicate bud with his talented tongue.

The high continues to climb as Remo’s teeth scrape my nipple and pinches the other one almost playfully. I grip his dark hair and shove his face onto my heaving breasts, relishing the shift of my attention as I desperately try to think of the soft hair brushing on my chest while fighting the knot in my stomach.

Then another finger creeps into my leaking hole, and stars explode behind my eyes as Dr. Kian devilishly stretches his fingers so there is a small opening simply gaping under his hungry gaze.

I fling my head back and bite my bottom lip, the odd competitiveness in my soul refusing to let them know the pleasure coursing through me.

With a breathy smirk against my nipple and the softest stroke on my puffy clit, the coil that still had time to tighten shatters under the pressure of my descent into decadent heaven. My face contorts from blushing tiredness as I nuzzle my cheek against the taut muscles of Remo’s thigh.

It twitches.

Amid Dr. Kian’s heartfelt praises and Remo’s throat purring blissfully, it throbs in a way that is not a thigh.

My teary eyes flutter open, my vision takes the longest time to blink through the wariness, and my mind goes blank in a moment of confusion.

A print. It’s a big, shaped, and twitching print under gray pants.

I gasp in mortification and jerk my gaze down to my thighs when sharp teeth sink into my inner thigh.

Dr. Kian’s pupils taper restlessly when his eyes widen as if he is searching the air for something to control him, to stop himself from indulging too much. His tongue glides over his glistening lips, and the corners twitch like he’s not even close to being full. He looks unhappy, and he mutters under his breath about wanting something more satisfying.

They share a fleeting look of secrets and desire; one I feel like an intruder with a drippy pussy. Remo flips me onto my knees, my face plopping on the mattress as his large palms lock over my hips. Dr. Kian chuckles and removes my shirt with such sheer smoothness that I’m left in awe.

Remo spreads my ass, cheeks pulling taut as embarrassment laps at the cooling slick clinging to my swollen folds. His hand delivers a rough smack, the sound rummaging through the thick air, then comes the mix of a slap and a grip on the jiggling flesh.

I throw my head up, gasping for air, and get my sight filled with a thick, drooling cock. If I pout, my lips will touch the throbbing vein running up the shaft.

Dr. Kian gathers a fistful of my hair and lifts my face with the grace of a gentleman. He wraps his free hand around the length, stroking at an insatiably slow pace, and brings the bead of cum onto the seam of my lips.

“Your favorite thing,” he teases while his eyes curve mischievously behind the gold-rimmed glasses.

My tongue scrapes my aching canines, an insult already at the base of my throat when I catch my reflection in his eyes. Tearful eyes, red cheeks, and a sheen of euphoria on my pursed, glossy lips.

The flushed tip parts my tightly pinched lips, but a firm tug on my hair rips a startled gasp from me at the same time that something hotter than the pulsing heat in my pussy stretches out the tiny hole.

With cooing adoration from Dr. Kian and Remo’s hand rubbing soothing circles on my hips, watered blank ink spreads in my vision as stars of surprised bliss flash brighter than the lonely galaxy.

A cock throbbing heavily down my throat, another spreading my squelching walls apart, and both drooling tips kiss a spot in me that has my heart singing their names in the prettiest tunes.

The instant soreness and thrilling pleasure slither by my sensitive skin as my throat tightens on Dr. Kian’s cock, my tongue sprawling on the pulsing vein while simultaneously grinding my ass onto Remo’s hips to have my pussy swallow the rest of his cock.

“Easy,” Dr. Kian purrs, “don’t hurt yourself.”

My tongue chases after his cock as he draws his hips back, leaving the tip sitting on my tongue, and I can’t help but suck on it.

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