Page 49 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
Then I slide his sheathed dick between my wet folds, teasing him. “You feel so good,” I whimper.
Tomas’s hands grab my hips, and the next thing I know, he thrusts up into me.
My mouth falls open at the sudden fullness of him inside of me. I love the feeling of him stretching me.
He slowly begins to move sliding in and out of me, teasing me.
I press myself harder against him, needing to feel the friction against my clit. Digging my fingers into the expensive materialof his tuxedo as Tomas’s eyes are mesmerized as my tits bounce with each of his thrusts.
“Harder, Tomas,” I moan as my teeth sink into my lip, my head falls back, and I arch my back with satisfaction.
“Naughty girl. Have we spoiled you with two cocks now, sweetness? You love two cocks plunging deep inside of you, filling you.”
“Yes,” I groan.
“Two sets of mouths on your tits, each of us sucking on one of your dusty pink nipples. Rolling the bud between our teeth.”
“Hhmmm.”
“Your tight little hole loves it when a thick finger slides against its resistance. Filling you from both sides. It’s even better when it’s one of our cocks. Your holes spread wide for us, greedily taking everything we give you like the good fucking girl you are. You make us both so proud taking the two of us. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, watching you lose your mind because you’re filled to breaking point by our cocks.”
Dammit, Tomas and his dirty talk.
“Don’t even get me started on how much your cunt enjoys our tongues against it. Lapping at the sweetness you give to us. I love how wet we make you. Nothing gives me more pleasure than when I’m covered in your wetness between your thighs. It’s my mission in life that you saturate my face. Only when you are dripping from my chin will I stop pleasing you.”
His words are making me slicker with each dirty syllable.
“Did you know Mateo likes it when you’re sucking his balls while he is deep inside of me? He says it’s the most intense pleasure he’s ever experienced,” Tomas confesses.
I had no idea. “What do you like?”
Tomas smirks. “I love it when my mouth is devouring your cunt and Mateo is fucking me. Each one of his deep thrustspushes my tongue deeper into you, and I swear you get sweeter the deeper I go.”
Someone call the fire brigade because my body is on fire.
“I love watching you jerk off when Mateo is fucking me,” I confess to him.
“Fuck yes,” he growls. “Mateo and I will never stop worshipping you.”
He’s right. I love being worshipped by two, strong, beautiful men, knowing they want me just as much as I want them. They make me feel powerful, they are an intoxicating aphrodisiac.
Tomas’s dirty words drive me crazy pushing me over the edge. “Oh my god, yes!” I scream as his fingers pinch my clit pushing me into oblivion. The sudden intense orgasm catches me off-guard as I collapse breathlessly against him.
“Yes, gorgeous, tighten that cunt around me. Choke my dick.” Tomas curses as he chases his own release.
I do as he asks while the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsate through me.
“Tighter, sweetness, tighter,” he curses.
Concentrating as best as I can, I squeeze his dick until I feel him slide over the edge and he comes in a growl against my ear as he curses his way through his orgasm in a slew of Spanish.
“I’m pretty sure my nerves have evaporated now.” I giggle at Tomas.
He reaches out, wraps his hand around my neck, pulls me to him, and kisses me ever so slowly.
“Good. We better get going because we are late.”
Mateo was right, the dinner is boring, all these people trying to outdo each other. I have never seen so many men struttingaround like peacocks chatting about their latest luxury car purchase, stock portfolio or yacht purchase, all trying to one-up each other. And the women all Botox and fake breasts dripping in diamonds, talking about their luxury holidays and the latest couture show in Paris they attended. The conversation was nothing that I could contribute to as I don’t remember if I’ve ever been to Paris. The clothes Tomas and Mateo bought me are the first designer items I’ve owned, I think.
