Page 57 of Falling for Them
A part of me wouldn’t mind watchingthat, although I’d much rather have their hands onme.
“No, we aren’t lovers,” Mr.Tyler says.“We do like to entertain our dates…together.But don’t for a second think that this isn’t special, Ella.”
Hard to believe, but okay.I’m not going to argue with him, not right now.
Sebastian tears open the condom wrapper and puts on protection, and then he stands between my knees, his stance forcing my legs apart.
“Red, stop, or no,” he says, “and everything halts.Got it, princess?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good.”Sebastian pushes me back.His cock head is pressed to my entrance, slipping in my arousal.He rubs himself over me, teasing.
“Please just fuck me,” I say.
“Watch your dirty mouth,” Mr.Tyler says, reaching for one of my nipples and giving it a hard pinch.
I squeal in surprise and try to grab my abused nipple, but he holds my hand down against the mattress.
As Sebastian slides into me, Mr.Tyler bends closer, bringing his mouth to mine.His lips are soft yet demanding, pulling pleasure from my mouth even as Sebastian’s cock stretches through my pussy.I try to wrap my legs around Sebastian’s waist to pull him closer, but he holds my hips still.
“I’ll give you every inch,” he says, reminding me of that night at the karaoke bar.“Every inch.You just have to ask.”
In between Mr.Tyler’s kisses, I say, “Please.I want every inch.”
“That’s a girl,” he says, warm approval in his voice.His grip is strong on my hips and he slams forward.
I cry out in shock and pleasure.Mr.Tyler’s mouth meets mine again and he shoves his tongue between my lips, where it strokes against mine, filling me with his taste and scent.Smoky, sweet, perfect.
Sebastian strokes in and out of me and I moan.Mr.Tyler pulls back, then gets up to kneel on the bed near my head.His cock is hard, and huge.So thick, I can tell it’s going to stretch my mouth, just like his friend’s cock is stretching my pussy.
Equal parts trepidation and anticipation, I lick my lips.
Mr.Tyler angles his cock toward my face.I stick out my tongue and lick the head.
“So eager,” he murmurs, his stormy eyes intense as he gazes at me.“But I control things in the bedroom, baby girl.”
Sebastian pumps in and out of me, driving me wild.He’s not even touching my clit, but I’m so full of him, that I don’t know if it matters right now.The angle of his strokes is unraveling me.
“Open up,” Mr.Tyler says, using his thumb to push down on my chin, parting my lips.
He leans over me, his arms and shoulders flexing, as he pushes his cock into my mouth.He tastes salty, musky, and his thick cock fills me—my mouth is so stuffed I can barely move my tongue around him, but I must be doing something right because he groans in pleasure.
Sebastian moves one of his hands from my hips and traces my pussy lips where we join.I moan around Mr.Tyler’s cock.
The men find a rhythm.I rock my hips as much as possible, although Sebastian holds me tightly.I’m getting the impression he likes me immobile, held down.Mr.Tyler mentioned ropes, earlier, and I certainly wouldn’t mind that with them.
All thoughts of ropes fly from my head when Sebastian runs his fingers over my clit.
I moan in earnest, arching up for more of that delicious, divine touch.My clit is swollen and aching, and these men are the only ones who can provide me with relief.
Stroke after stroke—in my mouth, in my pussy, on my clit.The pleasure builds higher and higher, until tremors overtake my entire body.I shake, scrambling against the comforter for purchase, looking for anything to anchor me down, hold me in this moment.
“I have you, baby girl,” Mr.Tyler says, wrapping his big hand around my throat.“Come now, Ella.Come for your daddies.”
Ecstasy rockets throughout my body and I scream around Mr.Tyler’s cock.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, you’re squeezing me—” Sebastian gasps and then his hips halt their movements, no longer slamming against me, and I can feel the pulsing shudders of his cock as he empties into the condom, into me.
