Page 57 of Kings of Decay
"So fucking tight," Ainsley grunted in agreement, his own fingers working around his brothers, both of them moving deeper into my pussy.
I couldn't hold back anymore. I threw my head back and screamed, my orgasm crashing down on me like a tidal wave. My body shook as waves of pleasure coursed through me, my pussy clenching around their fingers as they continued to thrust inside me.
Pearce's mouth claimed mine again as he kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth.
I could taste myself on his lips, and it only turned me on more.
Ainsley pulled off his clothes, revealing his muscular body. His cock was thick and hard, a drop of precum glistening at the tip. He crawled onto the bed with us and positioned himself between my legs.
Pearce broke our kiss and looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire. "You ready for us, little mouse?"
I nodded, unable to find any words. My chest was heaving, and my thighs were trembling.
Ainsley pulled down his jeans, letting his cock free.
"On your knees," he ordered.
My mind didn't question it. I obeyed, sliding off the bed and kneeling before them. I took Ainsley's cock in one hand and Pearce's in the other. I ran my tongue along the length of each one, savoring every inch before taking one in my mouth, alternating between them.
Their moans of approval filled the room, and I reveled in the feeling of their bodies tensing beneath my touch.
I could barely contain my desire as I sucked and licked, lost in the pleasure of having two men's cocks in my mouth at once.
"I'm gonna lose my fucking mind," Pearce groaned, grabbing my hair and pushing my head down on his cock deeper.
I gagged but didn't fight him, knowing it would only make it worse.
My eyes watered, but I kept going, one hand wrapped around the base of Ainsley's cock, jerking him in time with my mouth on his brother. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling tight and making me gasp around his length.
They were both close, their bodies tense with pleasure. I could feel their cocks pulsing in my mouth as they panted and moaned above me.
I pulled back, hands still wrapped tightly around them, and looked up at them with a sly, mischievous smile.
"What do you want, little mouse?" Ainsley asked, his voice low and deep as he tried to control his desire.
I gave both their cocks another slow stroke in each hand and watched as their chests heaved with heavy breaths.
"I want to see you both cum on me," I whispered, wetting my lips with my tongue.
Their eyes widened in surprise before darkening with lust. I wasn't sure who was more surprised — me or them.
I couldn't believe I just said that. The words just came out of my mouth without me even thinking about it. But now that I said it, I wanted it more than anything.
Pearce's hand moved to my head again, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing my head back as he groaned, "You naughty little thing."
"Yes, you are," Ainsley agreed, his eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and desire.
I waited, my eager mouth wide open as they jerked their cocks in unison. They were so comfortable with each other, obviously threesomes were not unusual for them. They were confident, sexy, and dominant.
I wanted every drop of their cum. I wanted to rub it all over my body, marking myself as theirs. I couldn't explain where the thought came from or why it excited me, but damn if it didn't turn me on. Fear, adrenaline, and arousal were a dangerous cocktail, and these two brothers were more than happy to indulge me.
Ainsley took a step closer to me, his legs pressing against my still-kneeling form. I could smell his sweat and a hint of musk—it made my mouth water.
Pearce's cock twitched. Ainsley let out a low groan. They came at the same time, directly into my waiting mouth. Their first jets hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed instinctively. They twitched, jerking against my face as they continued to cum on me. Gobs of thick, sticky, hot cum coated my tongue and lips. I took each pump with relish, making sure I didn't miss a drop.
"Fuck, Willow," Ainsley groaned, his legs shaking.
Pearce grunted, his toes curling in his boots as they both emptied themselves down my throat.
