Page 57 of The Kings
Glancing over, I see that Oliver has joined us, and I laugh wickedly. “Told you, not yet, tiger.”
“I’m just here to watch,” he murmurs. “That okay with you?”
“As long as you don’t mind seeing me impaled on twin cocks, do what pleases you.”
He growls and moves closer, his eyes fixed on us as the twins ram their matching, impressive dicks into my cunt and ass. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
He takes his cock out of his pants and tugs lazily on it, watching me get fucked to within an inch of my life. But he doesn’t touch. He doesn’t try to kiss me. It’s just pure voyeurism,and it’s hot as fuck to see him pumping away as he uses us for his porn.
“Come on her tits, Ollie,” Raph murmurs as he pounds my ass in a punishing rhythm.
Oliver doesn’t need to be told twice. His strokes become more frantic, his hand a blur on his shaft as he watches the twisted way my body moves between Tarquin and Raphael. The sight of me, completely wrecked and loving every second, pushes him over the edge.
With a low growl that sounds like it’s been pulled from deep within his chest, Oliver steps closer, aiming his cock towards my chest. Hot spurts of cum splash across my breasts, dripping down between where Tarquin is still buried deep inside me. I gasp at the sensation, the heat of it against my skin, another layer of delicious stimulation that drives me even closer to the brink.
Tarquin bucks underneath me, pulling a deep moan from my throat with each thrust. My cunt clenches around him reflexively while Raph’s cock pulses in my ass in time with Tarquin’s movements. The pressure is building inside me again, an inferno that will engulf me.
“Fuck Eliza, you’re squeezing my cock so fucking tight,” Tarquin groans beneath me.
Raphael leans forward over my back and whispers hotly in my ear, “You’re fucking gorgeous dripping with cum, little killer.”
“More,” I pant. “More.”
He responds by slamming into me with even more force; each thrust pushing me further onto Tarquin’s cum-drenched cock. My hands claw at his chest.
Tarquin’s grip on my hips is bruising, but it’s the pain mixed with pleasure that spirals me higher.
Oliver watches us intently, his hand still working his cock slowly now, having recovered from his release. There’s something primal in his gaze that sends shivers down my spine. We’re all predators here, but in this moment, they’re entirely focused on devouring me.
I can feel my orgasm building from deep inside me as Raph drives inside my ass again and again. The double penetration is overwhelming in the best possible way. “I’m close,” I whisper raggedly.
“So are we,” Raph grunts behind me. “Hold on for us, Eliza.”
I whimper, trying desperately to stave off the climax that is about to shatter me. Tarquin thrusts up into me one final time, and that’s all it takes for my control to snap.
My orgasm rips through me with the force of a hurricane, my cries filling the room as my body convulses around them. Tarquin’s hands tighten on my hips, pulling me down onto him as he spills himself inside me with a growl of satisfaction. Raphael’s movements become erratic behind me, and then he comes, flooding me with warmth as he holds himself deep inside my ass.
The intensity ebbs away slowly, leaving me gasping for breath, trembling with aftershocks.
Raphael slips out first, his hand caressing the curve of my ass before giving it a gentle pat. “Good girl,” he says softly, pride lacing his voice. I collapse onto Tarquin’s chest, both of us slick with sweat and cum. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close as we catch our breath.
Oliver has stopped stroking himself, but the hunger in his eyes hasn’t faded one bit. He watches us with a dark intensity that suggests this show has only stoked his desires further.
Oliver’s fingers tangle in my hair, and he drags me up, pressing his lips to mine in a deep kiss that leaves my clit twitching and wanting more. I’m about to give in and give himthe ride of his life when he pulls back with a wicked smirk. He stashes his dick in his pants and backs away.
“Slow burn, tigress,” he murmurs and shuts the door.
Giggling between pants, I climb off Tarq and collapse onto the bed. The twins surround me, arms, lips and legs tangled with mine as we come down from the high.
“Ours,” Tarquin murmurs. “All of ours, even the two you haven’t given your body to yet.”
I smile slowly, because, yes, I am theirs, and they are unequivocally mine.
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OLIVER
“This is a fucking bad idea,”I murmur, my senses sharpened like a blade.
