Page 68 of Hooked On Them

“Do we need condoms?” He stroked my cheek, searching my eyes. “It’s been a while for me.” He glanced at Carter, who was watching us with hooded eyes.

“I haven’t been with anyone besides Nora since my last check.”

“I haven’t either.” I bit my lip. Was I really about to let these two men fuck me raw? “No condoms.”

A slow smile spread across Carter’s face as he shifted closer, stroking my hair back from my face. “I’d love those pretty lips around me while he fucks you.”

The crude words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, and my already sensitive core clenched with want.

Miles grabbed two pillows and gestured for me to lift my hips. He put them under me and then positioned himself between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

He pushed in slowly, giving me time to adjust to the stretch. By the time he was fully seated, we were both panting.

“Fuck, Nora,” he groaned, forehead pressed to mine. “You feel incredible.”

Carter moved beside us, kneeling close to my head. Taking the hint, I turned to face him, opening my mouth as he guided himself between my lips. The taste of him, salty and masculine, combined with the feeling of Miles beginning to move inside me, created a sensory overload that had me moaning around Carter’s length.

Miles set a steady rhythm, each thrust hitting a spot deep inside that had my toes curling. Carter’s hands tangled in my hair, guiding but not controlling my movements as I took him deeper.

“That’s it,” Miles encouraged, his pace increasing as he watched me take Carter into my mouth. “You look so perfect sucking on his cock.”

The praise washed over me, adding to the mounting pleasure. Miles shifted, angling his hips to hit my G-spot with each thrust while his thumb found my clit. I was rapidly pushing toward another peak.

“She’s close,” Miles told Carter, his voice strained. “She’s tightening around me.”

Carter groaned, carefully withdrawing from my mouth. “I want to watch her face when she comes again.”

Miles redoubled his efforts, circling my clit with increasing pressure as his thrusts became more erratic. “Let go, Nora.” Something in his tone broke the last of my restraint.

My second orgasm hit even harder than the first, tearing a cry from my throat as my body clamped down around Miles. He followed moments later, his hips stuttering against mine as he groaned my name.

As we caught our breath, Carter slowly stroked himself, eyes fixed on my flushed face. “Can you take more?” His voice was thick with need and urgency.

My body was still trembling, but I nodded eagerly. Miles slowly withdrew and moved aside. The loss of his warmth left me momentarily disoriented, floating in a haze. I instinctively reached for him, but Carter’s hands were already on my hips, strong and insistent.

Before I could fully process what was happening, Carter tugged the pillows out from under me in one swift motion, tossing them unceremoniously across the room. I yelped in surprise as he pulled me upward, his hands guiding me onto my knees.

He positioned me so my hands gripped the headboard. The polished wood was cool beneath my palms, a stark contrast to the heat on my skin.

I glanced over my shoulder at him, taking in his hungry expression. His eyes had darkened to a stormy blue, his jaw clenched with restraint as he trailed a hand down my spine.

“You good?” He kissed between my shoulder blades, sending sparks of anticipation through me.

“Yes. Why aren’t you buried inside me already?” I braced myself against the headboard.

Carter’s hands smoothed over the curve of my hips, gently squeezing before one hand slid between my legs to test my readiness. I was still sensitive from my previous orgasms, and I gasped at his touch.

The mattress dipped as he positioned himself behind me. I felt the pressure of him against my entrance, teasing but not entering. It was infuriating having him so close yet so far.

“Carter.” I didn’t mean for his name to come out as a whine, but it totally did.

“Yes?” He pushed the tip inside, then retreated, drawing a whimper from me. “What is it you want exactly?”

I let out a frustrated groan. “What I want is for you to bury your cock in my pussy and fuck me until I scream. What I want is for you to stop teasing me before I fuck my own fingers.”

He surged forward in one powerful motion, catching me off guard. My entire body jolted with the sudden fullness, the angle allowing him impossibly deep. My fingers tightened on the headboard to an almost painful grip, the sudden stretch bordering between pleasure and sweet discomfort.

“Holy fuck.” My voice was barely recognizable to my own ears. My forehead dropped against my forearm as I fought to steady myself.

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