Page 63 of Single Mom's Mountain Men
"Fuck her, Charlie, or I'm going to," he snarls.
But still, Charlie doesn't move. His eyes are closed andhe's gripping himself at the base to stave off the explosion. I don't want to wait. I want him so bad that I can taste it.
And speaking of taste...
I turn back to Wes's cock, admiring how thick and long and veiny it is.
I want it in my mouth.
"Wes," I whisper. "I want you to... fuck my face."
"Fuck." Wes’ entire body spasms and his eyes squeeze shut. "Hearing those words on your tongue does filthy things to me, darling."
"Imagine feeling my tongue on your cock," I whisper, and I lean forward, catching a drop of his precum on my tongue. He trembles and I keep going, licking the head of his cock, twisting around to cover every base, before sucking his engorged tip into my mouth.
"Jesus." Wes's hand falls away, his face going slack as his head falls back. I suck him deeper, curling my tongue trying to swallow as much of him as possible, even though I only make it halfway down.
"You're going to kill me, darling," he hisses and that seems to revive Charlie from his stillness. Suddenly, strong hands grasp my waist, as a thick, large rod pushes into me at a glacial pace.
I moan around Wes' cock. Charlie is huge, in every way possible. My pussy struggles to accommodate him before Charlie is even seated halfway in. His cock seems to go on and on endlessly until I finally can't take any more. Oh God.
It feels so full. And so fucking good.
As Charlie starts to rock into me, it feels even better.
I gasp and suck Wes harder as the sensations send me into a frenzy. Wes' taste in my mouth, Charlie deep in my pussy. Beyond the illicit nature of the act, it's the fact that it'shappening with the two of them that is driving me insane, sending me to another orbit.
This is going to ruin me for other men. After I'm gone, I'm never going to have sex this is good again and it's going to be their fault.
But for now, I give myself over completely to it, letting them both use me to get off. Wes grabs my hair and his thrusts start to get more jagged, more uncontrolled. And Charlie's head falls against my neck, harsh breaths escaping him.
"Fuck, you’re so beautiful." Wes gasps, leaning down to work my breast again. "She has the prettiest pink nipples in the world. Doesn’t she, Charlie?"
Charlie doesn't respond. He seems too far gone to do anything more than occasionally groan while Wes thrusts into my mouth and plays with my nipple.
Eventually, I know when Wes is reaching the peak. His hands fall away and he starts muttering nonsensical words into the air, his words trailing off at the end.
"So hot," he murmurs, his eyes squeezed. "Oh baby, I'm going to come down your throat."
Yes. I want him to. I want him to mark me in that way, while Charlie fills up my pussy. I bounce on Charlie's lap, suck Wes's cock, and race towards my own release.
I want us to come together
And within the next few seconds, I get my wish.
Wes releases with a shout first as his warm liquid fills my mouth.
"Take me," he snarls. "Swallow me."
I moan and swallow it all, his command driving me into my own series of orgasm after sensational orgasm, my back arched in spasm, my whole body rigid in ecstasy.
And then Charlie barks and follows me into his ownorgasm, the sperm gushing out from his cock and pumping deep into me.
In the aftermath we’re silent, gasping in the air. Charlie has his hands wrapped around me, and Wes has moved to collapse on the bed beside us, holding my hand.
Dazed, my mind slowly returns to me and only then does what just happened begin to sink in. "Did that just happen?"
Wes chuckles. "Yes. And for your information, we very much plan on it happening again."
