Page 72 of Devious Temptation
“I hope it’s okay. I wouldn’t want to take Lawson’s monster cock in the ass,” Cameron jokes.
Words still feel foreign, getting caught in my throat whenever I try to speak, so I just nod and reach for Lawson, drawing him down to tangle our tongues together again. In just a few moments, I’m going to be fucking both of them, and my emotions—as well as my adrenaline—are all over the place.
Lawson seems to understand my need for affection, for something soft to ground me, and he gently grips my face, moving his mouth over mine. Cameron’s arm encircles me from behind as he kisses my neck, still probing at my back hole.
They work together to get me into position, laying me over Cameron’s lap until his cock nestles between my ass cheeks. Lawson strokes my clit lazily, watching my face for any sign of discomfort as Cameron starts to slowly buck his hips, sliding himself against me until the head of his cock finally fills me.
A sharp breath escapes my throat at the pressure, accompanied by a low whine as Cameron pulls out and pushes back in, over and over, little by little, easing his way into me.
“Look at you. Look at my good girl,” Lawson murmurs against my lips. “You’re taking his cock so well, rainbow. My little slut can’t wait until she has Daddy’s, too, can you?”
“Oh my god,” I cry out when Cameron is fully sheathed inside me. The feeling is so intense and indescribable that I start to panic. “I don’t… I don’t know if I can take you both.”
How the fuck is Lawson also supposed to fit inside me? Surely, they’ll tear me apart.
“Shh… Shh. We’ve got you, baby,” Lawson soothes as he rolls a condom over his length.
Cameron reaches around me, rubbing my clit. “God, you feel incredible,” he whispers into my hair. “Kiss me.”
I turn my head to let him consume my lips. One of his hands pinches and pulls at my nipple while the other continues his ministrations, and Lawson watches the whole thing like one of the films he likes to make.
“You two look good together.” There’s a hint ofsomethingin his voice I can’t place. It’s not anger. Not jealousy either. Perhaps it’s something closer to anguish.
But when he climbs over me, lining himself up with my pussy, I pull away from Cameron and hold Lawson’s gaze as he fills me. My mouth falls open—hoarse, strangled gasps of air leave my chest as he pushes forward until he bottoms out and freezes.
“Are you okay?” His teeth grit together as though it’s painful for him to be inside my body. Cameron’s breath is also strained as he huffs against my ear, his fingers digging into my hips to anchor me between them.
It’s painful—a sharp, needle-like sting that momentarily spears through my lower body before something heavier takes over. Something that has my skin breaking out in goosebumps.
“I’m okay. I need… I need you to?—”
“Tell us what you need, baby,” Lawson coos so softly, so reverently, that it brings a tear to my eye.
So many emotions wreak havoc on my body, but theone that tops them all is the love I feel for the man above me. “I need you to move.”
“Shit,” Cameron curses.
“You feel so fucking good, rainbow. How do you feel? What do you feel?” Lawson asks as he gradually drags himself out before pushing back in. Cameron’s hips begin to move against my butt, both of them finding a pace that works for them.
As Cameron’s cock drags out of my ass, Lawson’s pushes inside my pussy—back and forth, in and out, winding me higher and higher as they pick up the pace, and the sound of flesh slapping against wet flesh fills the room along with a symphony of their grunts and my cries of pleasure.
“It feels so good,” I whine. “I feel so full.” One of my hands cups Cameron’s head behind me, and the other grips Lawson’s bicep as they fuck me.
With every pass, they loosen me up until it no longer feels even the slightest bit painful. Eventually, I lay back against Cameron’s chest as Lawson covers us, and I move my body in time with them, undulating my hips against them both as I fuck them back.
“That’s our girl,” Cameron praises, hands moving to cup my breasts and play with my nipples. “Holy fuck, you were right, Lawson. She’s such a good girl.”
The praise has me preening, wantonly arching my back as I fully give in to being their toy. “I like being your good girl. I want you to use me. Fill me up. Brand me.”
“Fuck, baby. You love being our little slut, don’t you?” Sweat beads along Lawson’s temple. “Look at you, writhinglike a whore between the two men who are worshiping your pussy and ass.”
His dirty talk spurs me on, making little electric sparks ignite at the base of my spine. “Yes, Daddy. I’m your whore. Treat me like it.” I don’t even recognize the sound of my own voice, raspy and filled with a need for release.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Cameron grunts at my back, pinching my nipples so hard that I cry out.
Lawson swallows the sound, picking up his pace as he fucks into me rougher. One of Cameron’s hands drifts down to rub quickly over my clit, and my walls tense, my orgasm ripping through me as the coil in my lower belly breaks.
The three of us cry out simultaneously, all coming together. A small part of me wishes there were no barriers—so they could fill me with their cum until it’s spilling out of me. I like being dirty. I like being used. In the bedroom, I want to be Lawson’s dirty little slut.
