Page 19 of Dripping Pearls

I moan around him, beyond turned on at the thought of sharing him with Braxton. Of sharing Braxton with Liam. I want it just as badly as they do. The way they love each other is beautiful to me. They're ferocious, like a storm. Only I'm not frightened of their power or intensity. I welcome it.

Braxton tightens his grip in my hair, forcing me to take a little more of Liam's cock. My lips stretch wide as he chokes me. I gag on him, my eyes watering as my throat closes up. For just a minute, Braxton holds me right there.

"I'm going to come," Liam grunts. "Fuck, I'm going to come."

Braxton immediately pulls me back.

I fight him, wanting to stay right where I am, wanting to taste him. But Braxton is implacable.

"Come on her chest," he demands, dragging me back into his arms. "I want to see your pearls covering her tits."

He plunges his hand between my legs, prying them apart. I sob his name as he homes in on my clit, pressing his thumb to the sensitive bud. He lifts me up, his cock prodding at my entrance. I cry out as he fills me in one deep thrust.

Liam grunts, wrapping his fist around his shaft. He jerks himself off in rough pulls. Once, twice.

His cum spills from the tip, splashing hot against my chest.

"Fuck yeah," Braxton growls, jiggling his thumb against my clit as he bounces me up and down his cock at the same time, fucking me hard and fast. "Come all over her."

"Christ," Liam groans, writhing in ecstasy, his eyes locked on where Braxton and I are joined. "Christ, look at how she takes you." Another hot spurt of cum splashes against my chest.

My core clenches, an orgasm dancing closer, closer.

"You want a taste of her, Liam?"' Braxton asks Liam, jiggling my clit again.

"Hell yes," Liam growls.

"Come get it."

Liam drops to his knees between my spread legs.

"No," Braxton snaps before he can bury his face in my center. "If you want a taste of her, you'll lick it off my cock first. That is what you really want, isn't it? To taste both of us at the same time?"

Liam growls but doesn't say anything.

"Isn't it?" Braxton asks.

"Yes, goddammit," Liam growls, his hands clenching against my inner thighs. He makes a sound in the back of his throat, one full of surrender, of complete capitulation to something so much bigger than himself, and then I feel his hot breath wash across my center.

Braxton roars when Liam licks his shaft, his tongue prodding at my entrance.

I cry out in bliss, melting against Braxton's chest.

Liam makes another sound in the back of his throat, surrenders a little more of his soul to us, to this, and then licks Braxton again. Within seconds, he's attacking both of us, eating us like a man on the brink of starvation. He licks Braxton and then me, back and forth until we're both writhing in ecstasy, both crying out with the sheer pleasure of it.

"Fuck," Braxton growls. "Ah, fuck. Make her come, Liam, goddammit."

He doesn't have to worry about that, though. I'm already on the edge, seconds from tumbling over into an orgasm too big to be contained. I dig my nails into his arms, trying to root myself to reality as the first waves wash over me.

"I love you!" I sob to them. "I love you."

The waves crash into me, dragging me into a riptide of ecstasy. It flings me around, drowning me again and again as Braxton pumps his hips, fucking me, and Liam attacks my clit with his tongue over and over. They wreck me, ruin me, and I love every minute of it. Every second.

Braxton doesn't come in me this time. He slips free as I shake and tremble and come apart. I watch through a fog as Liam grips his cock in one hand and jerks him off. Braxton shouts, coming all over my mound and thighs, all over Liam's hand. He covers me in his pearls just like Liam did, leaving me dripping in them just like they promised I would be before the night ended.

As soon as it's over, they're on me again, pressing into me, sandwiching me between their bodies. Their hearts beat like war drums against my back and chest as they hold me between them, pressing adoring kissing into my skin. Somehow, they drag us into a heap on the sofa. We're a tangle of grasping limbs and linked fingers, of shaking hands and clasped palms.

"Say it again," Liam growls against my ear.

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