Page 92 of That Sik Luv

“I want some,” Nox whines, his voice sounding closer and needy as ever. “C’mon, let me play. I need that cunt wrapped around me.”

I turn back to face him, panting in the aftermath of my orgasm, to see he’s gotten onto his knees between Aero’s parted legs, both of their cocks hard and erect beneath their pants, Nox’s arms still cuffed behind him.

“You hear that?” Aero says, looking up at me before lapping up more of my cum like a man dehydrated. “He wants to know what you feel like around his cock.”

Giving one last lick up the length of me, he slides out from under my thighs. I worry he might actually let his friend do whatever he wants to me, but turn to see him stripping off his jeans instead. I swallow as his large pierced member bounces in the air, fully erect and ready to destroy me the way he does.

Nox slides in under my parted thighs, sitting back against the couch like Aero just was, staring up at my messy, wet pussy with an open mouth.

“Sit,” he pleads, before breathing in my scent. “Let me taste you, sweetheart.” He waves his tongue, showcasing a piercing I hadn’t noticed before. “You smell like heaven in heat.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Aero growls. He steps over Nox’s legs, palming the length of his cock as he rolls his fist over the tip. “You want a taste? You gotta lick her off my cock, ya thirsty fuck.”

He pulls his black fitted t-shirt up over his tight, toned abdomen, placing the end between his teeth, holding it up with his mouth as he steps closer behind me. I grip the couch before me again, knowing the pleasured pain I have coming to me.

Running the piercing along my slit, we both sigh as he coats himself with my arousal before pushing into me achingly slow right above Nox’s face.

“See how that cunt wraps around me?” Aero asks Nox, torturing him beneath us. “She fists my cock. Pulls me deeper like the needy slut she is.”

“Oh!” I cry out, the crudeness sending me into a lust-filled haze.

I drop my head, gripping the leather of the couch between my sweaty palms as I feel his hot, slick cock slide further and further into me. It burns, the pain of stretching to accommodate his size. It always burns before the stinging pain turns to pleasure.

“I want it. I want it,” Nox recites. “Fuck, I want it.”

Aero’s hands grip my hips as he slowly sinks even further, and just when I think he’s all the way in, he pushes deeper until I feel I can’t possibly stretch any more.

“Breathe, Bri,” he instructs, somehow knowing I’m holding my breath. “Show him how bad you are.”

I push air through my lips as my eyes remain closed. He pulls out slowly, and I feel every engorged vein and ridge of his swollen cock as he does.

“It’s better than heaven. So tight, warm, and wet just for me,” he brags, before repeating the process.

He’s literally fucking me on top of his friend’s face, claiming every inch of what Nox is drooling for beneath us.

Demented doesn’t even begin to cover it.

“Jesus,” Nox says with a sigh. “Your cock is coated. You weren’t kidding, she’s fucking creaming, dude. She loves this.”

“You love this?” Aero asks in a throaty tone, gripping my hair with one hand at the back of my head, pulling my face off the couch as he fucks me harder. “Huh, baby?”

He quickens the pace, his cock growing further inside before I feel the fingers of his free hand claw down my back, marking my flesh. I scream, embracing the pain, opening myself for him while the sensation of his heavy balls slaps roughly against my labia.

I attempt to nod my head, my lips parted, words unable to be formed.

Nox inches up beneath us, but before he can get too close to licking me, Aero pulls out and lifts me off the couch. He grabs the collar of Nox’s gaping shirt with his free hand, tossing him over to the floor in the middle of the room again.

“Aw, c’mon man!”

He picks me up by the waist, and my legs instinctively wrap around his taut core. Sitting back down on the couch, he sets me on his toned thighs before tipping his head back and gripping the base of his cock.

“Spit,” he says, peering at me through his long lashes, sexy as ever, with his face a smeared mess of missing paint.

I spit down on him as he rubs it over the piercing and down his length.

“Ride me till it hurts,” he demands.

“Hurts who?” I retort, wrapping my hands around his throat as I straddle him, slowly sinking down his thick shaft.

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