Page 12 of Mr. Sandman
They were perfect.
They were everything I needed.
Gage tightened his hold on my hair, readjusting my head slightly so that my throat is stretched almostcompletely straight for him to conquer. And then he started to move, thrusting in and out of my wet, waiting mouth until I drooled around his dick.He moved in steady, sure drives, and the wet sounds of me sucking him echoed through the room.
My legs drifted wider for Vaughn who added a second finger to the first, pushing them into my clenching muscles and stroking me on the inside.
With Gage in my mouth, Chord at my breasts, and Vaughn at my pussy, my brain couldn’t keep up. It felt like all my senses had been put in a blender and the speed set to pure destruction.
I had no power. No control. And it was divine.
“Fuck, you look so good taking my cock. Chord, do you see how fucking good she looks?”
“Like a fucking goddess.” The other man’s voice was fractured—raw with need.
Gage pumped harder into my mouth, bumping the back of my throat with bruising force, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to give me more, because the more I took, the more I would get.
“Fucking goddess of cock,” he grunted, tightening his hold in my hair. “Ready to drink down my offering of cum.”
Somehow, a moan managed to find its way through my throat, fit around Gage’s cock, and slip from my lips.
“Gage.”
I knew that tone.A directive.
With a pained groan, Gage pulled back completely until his wet dick bobbed free of my lips.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he praised, releasing my hair to stroke my cheek and then swipe his thumb over my lip, catching a bead of saliva caught in the corner.
I wanted his cock back in my mouth. I didn’t think I could come without it, though Vaughn’s mouth and fingers certainly screwed my clit like he was determined to prove me wrong. My entire body hummed, alive with wild want.
“You feel like velvet, Tara,” Vaughn rumbled, blowing gently over my clit like he’d done so many times before, but instead of returning his mouth to my pussy, he pulled back and it felt like the oxygen was slowly being siphoned from the room.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, trying to reach for his head, but he was already too far away.
“Oh, we aren’t stopping,” Vaughn promised even as he slid his fingers from my sex. “You took Gage’s cock so perfectly, I think you deserve more, don’t you?”
He reached for the buttons of his shirt, and then I realized that he was still fully dressed. The only one left.
“Yes,” I agreed breathlessly.God, yes.
“I think you deserve Chord’s dick in your ass and mine in that sweet pussy, don’t you agree, boys?”
Feral growls echoed in symphony around me, and my jaw went slack, every inch of me humming with anticipation
“Please,” I whimpered like an animal surrounded by three predators, begging for my swift destruction.
Vaughn tossed his shirt onto the chair in the corner and then set to work on the waist of his pants. Button. Fly. The impossibly sexy hook of his thumbs under the layers offabric before it all dropped to the floor, and he rose up in front of me.
Holy… Zeus.
If the other two had dicks of gods, then Vaughn… he’d been given a cock by the king of the gods. It was bigger than the others. Longer. Thicker.Pierced.
My mouth went dry.
A metal ball decorated the very tip of his dick, connected to another ball at the rim of his tip by a bar through his shaft.
My core clenched violently, obliterating the brain cells that knew what that type of piercing was called. Something royal. It might’ve beenprincesomething or other, but on Vaughn’s cock, it was nothing short of aking.
