Page 67 of Corruption

Pleasure and tightness and pressure build up in me, and it feels different than before but just as good and—

“Alik. Nadia. I….”

“Don’t try to hold it back. Let it go, Kitten,” Alik says, kissing on my neck.

I do. I scream as another orgasm rocks through me. As it explodes through me and I feel wetness gush from my cunt.

“That’s it, Pretty Girl,” Nadia says into my mouth while she’s kissing me.

Finally, they both come in me. I feel Nadia’s thighs shudder and her stomach clench against me. Feel Alik’s seed shoot into me and pump me full.

I’m little more than a wet, sweaty, naked, squirming mess as they continue to pump into me. But I don’t care. Because this. This is the best I’ve ever felt in my life.

I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to get enough.

26

Nadia

As I look at Kiya enthusiastically riding the vibrating strap-on that connects us at the hips, while her hands play with her nipples and her mouth is full of Alik’s cock, I wonder if Alik and I may have met our match. Since that New Year’s Eve and New Year’s early morning, she’s been insatiable.

It could be her youth. She’s only nineteen compared to my thirty-one and Alik’s thirty-five. Maybe it’s that it’s new, and she never knew her body could experience this kind of pleasure before Alik and I introduced her to it. Maybe the sex is just that good. Or maybe it’s a combination of all three. Regardless, in the last three days, we’ve done little more than fuck in bed all day with Kiya taking to the activity as natural as breathing.

Kiya moans around Alik’s cock as her orgasm builds in her. Alik groans and mutters, “Fuck. Shit. Yes. Kitten. Do that—”

She moans again. Louder, and Alik’s seed bursts into Kiya’s mouth and dribbles out the sides of it, too much for her to swallow.

Alik pulls his cock from her mouth, and Kiya turns her attention to me. Grinning as she tries to lick up the rest of Alik’s seed from around her mouth.

Fuck. If she’s not the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever fucked, and—

“Shit,” I say as between the vibration of my strap-on, Kiya riding it and making it feel that much better for me, and the sight of her licking Alik’s come off her mouth, I come beneath her.

Kiya notices but is undeterred as she keeps going, chasing her pleasure for what’s probably the third time this morning. Maybe the fourth. I lost count.

Alik reaches a hand down to her clit to help her along.

I don’t think the sight of Kiya coming is ever going to get old. The way she throws her head back. The way her ginger kinky-curls bounce as she tosses her head. The way her mouth falls open and sometimes screams. The way she tends to pinch and pull on her breasts if Alik or I aren’t touching them. It’s all magnificent every single time.

When her orgasm is finally over, she lifts her head back up and lets out a long breath.

“Had enough, yet?” I ask with a raised brow.

She pauses to consider. Then says, “For now.”

Alik chuckles behind her and says, “It’s going to have to be. I’ve probably put off work enough.”

Kiya immediately frowns in concern and says, “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

Alik silences her with a kiss. “Don’t apologize, Kitten. Ever.”

“Don’t get her riled up again if you have any plans of getting anything done today, Alik,” I warn, half-joking and half-serious.

Alik pulls away, and Kiya whines in protest, proving my point.

“There will time for more later. Come on,” I say, urging her off me and the strap-on.

She does so reluctantly, pouting like a child, and I’m almost tempted to go one more round with her. Only almost. Alik is right. We have work to do, and it’s well past the time where we could use the excuse of taking a break for the New Year.

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