Page 25 of Right Side of Paradise
“Soullllll,” I cried as the first wave hit me.
Rico grabbed my chin, roughly yanking my mouth to his so he could swallow my cries and the other man’s name on my tongue.
“You did so fucking good for him, Harlow.” Rico released his hold on my chin but didn’t stop kissing me. He kissed my lips. My jaw. My neck.
Every inch of him he could reach while Soul pulled his fingers out of me and licked them clean before he dipped his head and sucked my left nipple into his mouth.
Rico’s fingers closed around my right nipple, and I was wound up all over again.
I wouldn’t be mad if this never ended.
“Christian,” I whined. “Come here.”
He’d been sitting on the sidelines, watching me with a rapt look on his face this whole time. But I needed him close to me. In touching distance.
Christian got up and shed his shirt on his way to me. He stopped at the foot of the bed and dropped his pants after pulling condoms out of his pocket.
Thick and proud, his dick bobbed free through the slit in his boxers and my mouth watered.
I’d only watched porn a couple of times, but I’d never seen a dick as thick and pretty as his.
And the bead of precum at the tip…I wanted to touch it. To touch him and feel how heavy he was.
Too bad he looked like he was petrified of touching me.
Bared completely to him, I had no shame left and reached out for him this time, using my actions instead of my words to get him where I wanted him to be.
Just then, Soul moved from sucking my nipple to kissing my navel. Then he moved lower to kiss my pussy. All while Rico used his tongue and teeth to brand my neck. There would be marks tomorrow and that was tomorrow’s problem. Because I damn sure wasn’t telling him to stop.
Christian let Soul taste me until he saw my legs shaking again and wanted in on my second orgasm.
One second Soul was making me see stars and the next second Christian took over, his tongue lapping up every inch his best friend had just tasted.
“You taste so good, Harlow.” He licked me until he was pulling nothing but whimpers out of me. Then he slid the condom over his dick and lined himself up at my entrance. “It’s going to hurt, but I promise I’ll make it feel good too.”
I nodded shakily, biting my lip while Soul pulled my legs apart and kissed up my calf.
All three of them were touching me when Christian pushed inside of me.
Inch by inch.
I stretched for him.
Cried for him.
And finally, relaxed for him.
Rico was with me through every stroke and groan, his hands on my thighs. My waist. My neck.
He talked me through every painful thrust until they started feeling good.
And damn, it felt so good. So good I never paused to question that Christian was fucking me while I was sprawled on top of my stepbrother. It felt too right to question. Too good to give up.
So, with my legs spread and bracketing either side of Rico’s, I let Christian take care of me with steady, sure strokes while Soul used his mouth and hands to please me.
“That’s it, baby. You’re taking it so well.”
“Rico,” I whined when he nipped at my jaw.
