Page 78 of The Lost Melody

He flops onto his back in the space I was in, grabbing my hips and pulling me backwards.

“Turner,” I squeal, and he chuckles, wiggling down the bed to give Roark some room.

“Roark, come fuck her while I taste my favorite treat. You already got some, and I’m tired of waiting my turn,” he growls before licking me from my core to my puckered hole.

My lungs saw, trying to keep up with the flood of sensation as Turner eats my pussy as if it’s an Olympic sport.

Roark pushes my back down a little, smoothing his hand down my skin.

“I want to watch as you explode from our efforts, baby girl. Widen your stance,” he insists, giving my ass just enough of a tap to make it bounce.

Hissing, I grab my thighs above my knees, pushing my legs apart farther, which grinds my pussy right over Turner’s face. He groans incoherently, the sounds of his sucking and licking me like a porn star, the only noise in the room.

Roark squirts a little lube into his hand, liberally coating his cock. He’s very much large and in charge, and he’s very cognizant of it. His dick is going to get special treatment, because Turner is a gracious lover. He’ll be licking Roark and I at the same time, and I can’t fucking wait.

Ror pushes the head of his cock inside of my needy pussy, and I hiss. He stops and I whine.

“Are you serious?” I gasp, wriggling as Turner latches onto my clit and sucks hard.

“Give her your cock, Roark,” he grunts around my body. It’s incredibly garbled, but the vibrations of his voice makes me pant for more.

“Fuck, if I hurt you, I’m gonna spank your ass red, Lenny.”

“Please, please, stick your fat dick inside of me and fuck me!” I yell at him. Okay, in my defense it’s been too long since he’s been inside of me.

Growling, he grabs my hip in a punishing grip, and wraps his fist in my hair. God, yes. I want to wear his bruises as a reminder of tonight. Thrusting hard, he groans as he slides and drags along my walls.

Holding tightly to the sheets, I make sounds that shouldn’t be human. Turner has his hands holding my ass wide open as he sucks and licks my wanton pussy and the base of Roark’s cock. I wish I could see more, but my back is arched from Ror’s grip.

My toes start to tingle, warning me that I’m close to coming, and I curl them to stave it off. I want to enjoy the way Roark and Turner work together because I’ve missed them so damn much.

Every lick, thrust, and slight pain from the tugging on my scalp ramps my pleasure up higher and higher until I’m sobbing with the need for release.

“Lenny, baby don’t hold back, I’m so fooking close. I need you to come around my cock,” Roark commands, spanking me lightly on the ass.

The shock of pain makes me reach out for Turner’s body, squeezing as I let go. I barely hear his slight grunt from the shock of pain, my blunt nails digging into his skin.

“Yes,” Roark groans, as my walls milk his cock. “Fuck, baby girl, you do that so damn well.”

I feel wetness as Ror follows me into his own release, gasping as Turner continues to lick me clean.

As soon as Roark pulls out of me, his chest heaving for breath, I find myself flipped onto my back. I huff out a laugh as Turner crawls over me, wiping his face on his shoulder.

“Ready for me to add my cum to Roark’s? It’s gonna be fast and hard, because damn, the two of you fucking made me almost blow,” Turner confesses.

I open my arms to him with a slightly tired smile.

“Fill me up so I never forget who I belong to,” I tell him, and his eyes heat.

Roark lays next to us on the pillows, content to watch his soul mate fuck his fiancée.

Turner doesn’t bother with lube as he slides inside of me, using Roark and my combined lubrication.

“Goddamn,” Turner groans, burying his face in my neck. “Being inside your tight, beautiful pussy is like coming home.”

Wrapping my arms around his back and my legs around his waist, I relax completely. Something about his compliments and his words remind me there’s nothing broken inside of me. They can wring orgasms out of my body like their favorite instruments, knowing it better than I do.

“Mmm, I can feel every piercing,” I moan as he thrusts and grinds so the one at the base of his cock hits my clit perfectly.

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