Page 47 of Opening It Up
The slick wet sounds of their worship were loud in the room, and I moaned, spreading my thighs as wide as I could to feel every sensation.
Suddenly, the door burst open and I looked up at the intruder through bleary, lust-drunk eyes.
It was Makayla, dressed in nothing but her frilly, lacy bra and panties, and she twirled to make sure everyone got a good view of her clapping cheeks.
“Feast on me!” she caroled, clutching the door frame and striking a pose, but it wasn’t the reception she was clearly expecting.
BecauseIwas the one getting feasted on, with loud lascivious licks.
Leopold raised his head slightly from between my thighs.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he snarled, and I heard the steel underneath the honeyed whiskey tones he usually reserved only for me. “Get out.”
“Yes, get out of here, you little twerp,” Brayden added.
“I—thought you might want some of this,” Makayla said, gesturing down to her body.
“You thought wrong,” Leopold said coldly. “How did you get in here?”
“There was—I know where the receptionist keeps the key,” she said.
“Leave now. You’ll be hearing from me later.”
She turned but then her temper got the better of her and she stomped her foot.
“Why? You can’t tell me you don’t want some ofthis body?”
“I don’t want any part of that body. Get that fucking shit out of my face,” Leopold said. “I’m calling security.”
“That was embarrassing,” Brayden said as she finally turned tail and ran down the hallway, slamming the door behind her.
But I forgot all about her as my body shook uncontrollably, my tits jostling up and down as I came loudly.
Then again. And again.
Until I felt like pure liquid gold.
Then they raised me on my knees and positioned themselves carefully in front of and behind me and I groaned at the pleasurable pressure of feeling the tips of two thick cock heads pressing at both entrances.
“Yes,” I breathed. “More. I can take it.”
“Slowly,” Leopold warned, as I felt his massive cock slide in inch by inch. “I want this to be pure bliss for you.”
“It is,” I breathed as Brayden grunted, licking a line of sweat up the back of my throat and carefully winding my hair in a bun.
“Don’t you dare come early, you fucker,” Leopold ordered.
“Worry about yourself,” Brayden snapped as he shifted positions behind me. “I’m not stopping halfway through for you to take a piss.”
Brayden’s dick in my ass stung, but after how many times I’d already come, it was a pleasurable pain as my asshole stretched for his whole cock to fill it.
“God, I can’t wait to see my cum filling this pretty little asshole,” he said as the two men began to move in tandem inside me in long, rolling strokes.
I felt deliciously overstimulated and sticky.
Suddenly the door swung open motherfuckingagain, and there was my husband.
“Honey?” Harley was calling and his face looked so hopeful, and I knew exactly what the spiteful little bitch Makayla had done, but it was too late to stop.
