Page 10 of Mr. Sandman
He trailed kisses on my chin, down my neck, and along my sternum. My head tipped to the side, soaking in the pleasure, and that was when I saw them.
Chord and Gage.
Vaughn hadn’t been telling them to go away… he’d been instructing them to goget undressed.
Pants and shirts lay sacrificed on the floor, the two of them standing like gods of day and night.
Gods with inhuman, gorgeous dicks.
My lips peeled apart, gaping at their impressive cocks hanging long and thick out in front of them. Chord was already working his, dragging his hand down the pulsing length all the way to the ruddy tip.
As soon as I noticed them, a low grin spread over Gage’s face, and he reached out and wrapped his fist around his impressive girth. He didn’t tug at first, just held himself and squeezed, drawing a bead of precum from his tip.
My core clenched so hard it hurt, and it was right at that momentVaughn settled between my thighs once more, dragging the warm flat of his tongue through my folds. I gasped and bowed into him, fighting to keep my eyes focused on the other two men who watched me, enrapt, while pleasuring themselves.
The pleasure… the power was heady. One man’s head locked between my thighs. Two other men doing nothing except watching—nothing except letting themselves be turned on by the sight of my pleasure. The thrill it sent through my blood was intoxicating, and I fed on it like a junkie.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” Chord rumbled. “Show us how much you like Vaughn’s tongue in your pussy.”
I reached for Vaughn’s head, keeping my gaze locked between Gage and Chord. I curled my fingers into his hair, rolling into his tongue. He groaned and lapped at my pussy, eating me like I was some kind of delicacy he’d only ever get once.
Desire coiled deep in my core, winding heat and ache tighter and tighter until I was breathless.
“Please,” I whimpered, needing more.
Gage stepped forward, his “come hither” stare holding mine as he walked to the edge of the bed, giving his dick a long stroke with each step.
“Please what, gorgeous?” He pumped his dick so hard, the slapping sound made it seem like it would hurt, but I could tell it didn’t hurt at all.
“Let me taste you.” I licked my lips, and Gage let out a low groan.
I had no idea if this was the plan, but as soon as I saw his cock, all I could think about was how he’d talked about stuffing it between my lips.
Not all.
Most of what I could think about was Vaughn between my legs. The way his tongue alternated with hislips flicking and sucking on my clit until my plea to Gage didn’t come out smooth and sexual, rather it sounded guttural and desperate.
Gage got closer and then looked at his counterpart on the bed. “Turn her, Vaughn.”
I’d ended up diagonal when he’d brought us onto the bed, but Gage wanted me somewhere else. He didn’t specify, but he didn’t need to. Vaughn hooked his arms under my legs and maneuvered me, the whole time never breaking his contact with my sex.
He stopped when I was horizontal across the bed, my head partially tipping over the edge.
Gage’s tongue darted over his lips as he came closer, his smirk widening.
My gaze bulged.Had he been that large on the other side of the room?No. He was still growing.
I bit into my lip, but it couldn’t stop my moan. Heat lashed through my body like a whip, demanding more pleasure, demanding it move faster toward release.
“You want this cock, gorgeous?” Gage rumbled. “You’re going to take it so far down your throat, you’ll forget where you end and my dick begins.”
I gasped loudly and dug my fingers into the silk comforter as Vaughn sucked hard on my clit.God.I panted—grappled for oxygen when the exquisite pleasure of his lips release. The movement stole my attention. My eyes returned to the dark locks between my legs and the deep eyes waiting to meet mine.
“You take Gage’s cock like a good girl, Tara,” Vaughn instructed with a rich husk. “Good girls get more cock.”
I shuddered as Vaughn trailed his tongue along the inside of my pussy, veering around my aching clit.
“You taste so fucking good,” he hummed, repeating the devastating motion.
