Page 13 of Mr. Sandman
“You wet for this, Tara?” Vaughn rasped, taking my ankle and spreading my knees wide. He gripped his dick and smiled. “Let them see how soaked you are for these cocks.”
I slid my hand to my core and spread the slick folds, shivering as the cool air hit my swollen clit.
“Fuck,” one of them—or all of them—grunted.
The three of them stared at me, silently worshipping my body as it trembled with ache.
“Please,” I whispered throatily, need humming so loudly in my veins I was shocked they couldn’t hear it.
“Please what, baby?” Chord asked, rising and going to stand next to Vaughn.
I was circled by my predators. Circled by hungry cocks waiting to devour me.
“Please fuck me.”
Vaughn stepped forward, making sure he had my attention.As if anything could take my attention from his pierced cock.
“You’re going to wet Chord’s dick for him like a good girl, okay?”
My head bobbed.
“I’m going to take some of that sweet cream so I can fuck your ass so good, baby,” Chord promised with a voice strained in ragged lust.
“But you don’t come on him, do you understand?” Vaughn’s voice hardened. “That pussy only comes for this.” He reached forward and tapped the ball at the end of his dick, making it bob heavily.
My back bowed as though he’d stroked right over my clit.
“Do you understand, Tara?”
“Yes.” I nodded rapidly.
“Good girl.”
Another rush of desire left my body just as Gage captured my chin and angled my face back to his heavy cock.
“Wet me, gorgeous.”
He didn’t have to ask twice before my lips opened and my tongue greeted the welcome intrusion of his hard length. The feel of his cock in my mouth is familiar and welcome, instantly stoking the hunger in my body back to life.
His low grunts matched his rhythmic thrusts for a few seconds before I felt it—before I felt the large male between my thighs.
Chord.
Even if I didn’t know it was going to be him first, I would’ve realized it was him by the way he teased my entrance. The blunt head of his cock slid along my slick seam before he angled his hips and dragged his whole length between my folds.
Fireworks of pleasure erupted from my clit each time he dragged over it. Vaughn told me not to come—told me I couldn’t come until he was inside me, but every time pleasure rocked through me, I wondered if that was really a promise I was capable of making. My body seemed to have a mind of its own.
“That’s it, Tara. You’re doing so good, I can practically see Gage’s dick down your throat.”
I whimpered and tried to suck Gage deeper. I wanted to please Vaughn. And Gage. And Chord.
Chord.
I gasped as Chord notched into my entrance. Gage took the opportunity to shove deeper into my mouth just as Chord pushed inside me.
I wanted to cry out, but I couldn’t. There was no room for sound in my mouth as I was impaled by two massive cocks.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby. So wet and tight,” Chord rumbled, moving inside me.
