Page 18 of Dripping Pearls

I moan softly, squirming on Braxton's lap on the couch. His erection grinds against my bottom.

"Jesus," he mutters, splaying his free hand across my abdomen in a possessive hold. "That's exactly what she wants."

"Yeah?" Liam grins, setting his takeout box aside on an end table. He pushes away from the wall, stalking toward us. "You want me to feed you my cock for dinner, Lola baby?"

"Yes," I moan, heat pooling low in my belly. They've been all over me tonight, and I can't get enough of them. The worst of the storm passed, but it's still pouring rain outside. We're locked in our own world here. Nothing intrudes. No one else exists. The delivery driver who dropped off dinner left it on the porch and drove away, not stepping foot inside our bubble.

"Take your cock out," Braxton growls to Liam.

He yanks his boxers down, his cock bouncing free.

My mouth waters at the sight. He's so damn big. They both are. Liam is a couple of inches smaller than Braxton, but so thick I feel like he's splitting me in two when he's inside me. Braxton is long and thick, able to fuck me so deep it's like I feel him in my soul. Having them inside me one at a time is amazing, but when they're both inside me at the same time, I feel like I'm flying. It's indescribable.

"Wrap your hand around his cock, lamb," Braxton orders me. "Stroke him like I taught you."

I eagerly reach for Liam's erection, wrapping my fist around his shaft. He's so hard, yet so smooth. So hot to the touch. I glide my hand up and down a few times as he steps closer, already panting for breath, his wild blue eyes on fire.

"Goddamn, she's good at that."

"Lick the tip, Lola. Get it nice and wet," Braxton murmurs in my ear, holding me close. "Tease him until he's begging for it."

I lean forward eagerly, taking my first lick of the precum slicking the broad head of Liam's cock. It's salty, tangy. I moan and lick him again, running my tongue all around the fat head, trying to collect every last drop.

"Ah, goddamn," he groans, his head falling back.

"Does he taste good, lamb?"

"Yes," I moan.

"Good. Suck him. Just the tip."

I close my lips over the head of Liam's cock, moaning when I feel Braxton wrap his hand around mine to hold him steady. He guides our hand up and down, helping me jerk him off as I lick and suck, teasing him. Liam curses, the muscles in his abdomen locked tight.

"Fuck," he groans. "More. Ah, God. Take more."

"Do it," Braxton murmurs, nuzzling my neck. "Take him deep, lamb. Blow his mind."

I think we're already blowing his mind. He's trembling above us, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he fights for control, his cheeks flushed. He's so damn beautiful, like a warrior locked in the throes of passion. I plunge down on him, taking him as deep as I can.

It's not nearly deep enough for me, but my lips are stretched to capacity around him and he's still not even halfway in. I push forward, trying to take more. Instead, I gag.

"Ah, Christ. She's choking on my cock," he growls.

Braxton tangles his hand in my hair, pulling gently as he pries me off Liam's cock.

I growl at him.

"Easy, Lola," he says. "Easy. Take a breath."

I inhale a gulp of air and then another.

Satisfied, Braxton presses my face back down toward Liam's cock. Only he doesn't let me take it alone this time. He guides my head down, gently applying pressure. My core clenches, arousal flooding my system as he moves me up and down on Liam's cock.

"Jesus Christ," Liam growls, tipping his head forward to watch Braxton working my mouth over his cock. "Fuck, Brax. You dirty bastard."

"Don't pretend you don't fucking love knowing I'm the one in charge here, Liam," Braxton snaps. "Don't pretend you don't wish I had my mouth on your cock, sucking you off right alongside her."

"Fuck," Liam snarls, panting.

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