Page 19 of Bookgasms
“Then get on your fucking knees and eat her out. Prove to me you can be a good fucking boy, and maybe we can all get what we want out of this.”
Andrés remains silent as he pushes away his desk and kneels between my legs.
“But—“ I cut off with a moan as he licks me from ass to clit. “Oh, fuck it.”
Wrapping a hand in his curls, I yank him closer and grind against his face.
Victor chuckles. “I knew you were a slut, but at least you’re a good slut, who listens.”
Another moan leaves me, Andrés echoing it as my pussy clenches around his tongue. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard Victor call anyone a slut before, but I fucking love it.
He can call me his good little slut anytime he wants. I think I might like it even more than him calling me a good girl.
“You like it when I call you my good little slut?” Victor murmurs into my ear as he moves to stand behind me. He flicks the buttons of my shirt open, my tits spilling out as soon as the last button pops. His hands close around them, kneading them in his huge hands, and another moan slips out. “Oh, you really do, don’t you?”
“Yes, professor.” My voice is breathy as I gyrate against Andrés’s face and arch my back to force my tits further into Victor’s hands.
I love being with the two of them—together or separate, it doesn’t matter. They always make me feel so fucking good.
“Good,” he growls, nipping at my earlobe. “If you want to bounce on my cock, then you need to come on his tongue like a good fucking slut.”
I cry out, my hips bucking as Andrés pushes two fingers into me and begins fucking me with them. Victor moves back around me, kneeling beside me so he can suck a pebbled nipple into his mouth.
Sensations course through me as my orgasm builds like a runaway train. It bears down on me, my head growing dizzy as it falls back, and I let myself just feel.
I explode when I come, drenching Andrés’s face as I scream. Shivers wrack my body as I hold him to my pussy, my other hand finding its way into Victor’s hair as he moves his mouth to my other nipple and bites down.
A smaller orgasm hits right on top of the first one and leaves me both boneless and breathless as I slump back into my chair, releasing my hold on both men.
Victor pops off my tit, and I roll my head to the side to watch as he runs a hand through Andrés’s hair and jerks his head away from me.
“What a good boy you are. Now, let me have a taste.” Then he kisses the hell out of the other man. I lick my lips as I watch their tongues tangle, groaning together.
My thighs clench together as I watch the two of them. They’re always so hot together.
Victor’s chuckle is dark as he pulls back from Andrés and releases him so quickly that his hands hit my thighs. “Such good little sluts. I want you both naked.”
For a moment, I just watch as Victor removes his jacket, folding it and placing it on the other desk before turning back to us.
“Did I stutter?”
“No, professor,” we say in almost perfect unison as he helps me to my feet.
I push my shirt off my arms before reaching behind me to lower the skirt’s zipper. It falls to my feet, and my hands fall to the garter belt keeping my thigh-highs in place. “This too?”
Victor smirks. “No. I think you can keep the rest of it on.”
“Yes, professor.” I turn my attention back to Andrés just in time to see him push down his jeans—his jersey long gone—to reveal he’s not wearing anything beneath them.
His cock bobs as he kicks away his pants, stroking himself. The muscles in his abs flex, and I find myself wishing I could lick them.
“Did I tell you to touch yourself?”
Andrés’s hand falls away as if he were burned. “No, professor.”
“Good boy,” Victor purrs, and I turn to find he’s finished undressing.
A lot of people would say he’s soft because he’s not toned like Andrés, and he has a little extra padding, but I know just how fucking strong he is. I love his body. It’s big and makes me feel safe when I’m in his arms.
