Page 145 of Lost in the Dark

Wolves? After me being called lamb, it made sense, and I didn’t want to question anything that made me feel like this. Reeve’s tongue kept rubbing at my clit, and the way I was getting fucked was almost torture—in my heels, I had enough leverage to lift my hips up for the height to give Reeve’s mouth more room—butfuck-fuck-fuckhow I needed to feel Jo’s cock,more.

I gave up and sank my hips down, so he could pound me, and he took it as permission. Reeve snarled at losing easy access, but then went lower—to lick at Josiah’s balls, I knew, because of the way Jo groaned.

“Fucking give it to her, Jo,” Reeve said, coming up. “Fucking give our lamb your cock.”

Jo didn’t answer him, he couldn’t, he was breathing too hard, pumping into me. His hands were back on my hips, keeping them down, holding me in the perfect spot for him, and the space where we joined was making wet sounds.

“You’re so juicy, lamb,” Reeve said, sweeping his fingers in to grab some for himself, bringing my wetness up to his mouth to lick. “I love it.”

My eyes were about rolled back in my head. I couldn’t remember being this turned on before—or my pussy being this pillaged. Jo was an expert at pulling himself just far enough out that it felt like he was going to leave me, stretching me with his head, before shoving himself back in. And he was working me in his own time, to satisfy himself, one thrust, three, five short, fast ones—all I could do was keep crying out—and then Reeve put his hand on my belly and sank his thumb between my legs to follow me, stroking my poor abused little clit.

“Oh my God,” I hissed, feeling everything build.

If you’d asked me earlier, I wouldn’t have believed I could’ve gotten hotter than I’d been earlier in the night—but now?

Now was like a fucking bonfire.

“Yeah, lamb,” Reeve said, stroking me fast, as I pulled at my breasts. Josiah’s hands had probably left handprints on my hips by now, but I didn’t care. “You come for us. Come for us sweet. Grab Jo’s cock and suck it with that pussy.”

I kicked the stiletto points of my heels into the ground, dying to arch up, because my stomach was so tense, my ass was so tight, and I was going to come so hard. Jo snarled in my ear at that and fought me, bodily shoving my hips up and down him, making me ride him.

“Fuck yes,” Reeve said, then lunged in, pressing my thighs wide with his strong hands, helping Jo to hold me, as his mouth came back and sucked my clit.

I ripped a hand off a breast to hold him by his hair. “Oh—fuck,” I whined, and felt him growl between my legs. “Fuck!” I gasped, and then I was coming, rocking wildly between the two of them, into Reeve’s face and then back on to Jo’s cock, which Jo was shoving me onto as his hips jumped up—he was so hard and straight inside me—and then he shouted, and I knew his cum was splashing out and pouring deep.

I couldn’t say anything—I didn’t have any words—all I could do was shake between them, crying out as each fresh spasm of my orgasm ripped through my body like a cut parachute cord.

And then I was spent, collapsed across Jo’s broad chest, breathing heavy, as Reeve pulled his face up, my wetness glistening on his lips and bearded chin.

“You did so good, lamb,” he whispered.

“Yeah?” When they said it like that, it felt like I was being graded—which was silly—but if it really was a test, I knew I wanted to pass.

“Yeah,” he told me, with a nod. Then he reached between our legs and I felt him pulling Jo’s long cock out.

“Hey,” Jo protested.

“Shush—you know I like this part,” Reeve chastised him, his eyes only for my pussy, waiting for Jo’s cum to seep back out.

Jo brushed some of my hair away from my ear. “See? I told you,” he said, and I laughed—which made some squeeze out, I felt it, and I saw Reeve shiver.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered, looking at my pussy with reverent awe. He reached in, took my thighs in his huge hands, and started running his thumbs up and down my folds. Gravity was kicking in, and despite his earlier action on the beach, Jo must’ve given me a huge load, because I could still feel it, hot and sticky, dripping out and down my crack. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Reeve said, shaking his head at the two of us like he couldn’t believe it. And then he lowered himself to suck on Jo’s cock, eagerly licking Jo’s cum and my juices off of it, and Jo groaned. “And now you taste like her,” he said, giving Jo a look.

“Stop that, or you’ll make me hard again,” Jo said, in a deep rumble from behind me.

“So?” Reeve teased, but then his eyes were all for me again, even as he idly stroked Jo up and down. “I can’t take it anymore.” His hands went for the waistband of his jeans and unlatched his belt with a practiced flip. “I’ve gotta get in you, lamb,” he said.

I was so overwhelmed with the orgasm I’d just had with Jo, I had no idea how I could go again, but then he bent over one last time, giving my pussy long, soulful kisses. His tongue dipped inside of me, unafraid of tasting what Jo had left.

For his part, Jo’s hands started to wander my body, cupping a breast, his hot lips at my neck, and I didn’t fight as Reeve rose, his jeans down, and his massive cock hanging free.

I could see his cock even easier in here, by lantern-light, the thick angry red length of it, with that strange divot at the tip. It looked like he was meant to shovel cum into me, and when he spoke next I wasn’t entirely surprised.

“You can’t waste any more of this,” he said, blocking my pussy with one hand, and using the other to grab my knees and pull my hips higher for him. “Keep it all inside you, lamb. I’m going to push Jo’s load back in you, and then it’s gonna be my turn to fill you up.”

Jo’s lips found my ear again. “He’s bigger than me, but I’ve got you, okay?” he asked, and I nodded frantically, as Reeve lined himself up. He took his cock in hand and stroked it against my folds.

“So pretty, lamb. So ready for me,” he said, and started pushing himself inside.

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