My eyes locked on Lincoln’s. Deep in our hearts we connected on the most primal and fundamental of levels.
“Do it,” I gasped. “Please…”
“Please what?” he laughed gently into my mouth. He kissed me again, then kissed me some more. He kept kissing me and kissing me until it felt like my head would explode.
“Fuck me,” I gasped when I could breathe again. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me FUCK ME…”
His goatee curled into a grin as Lincoln looked down my body, to where Brody was still devouring me in front of the fire.
“Heads or tails, bro?”
Brody lifted his head and grinned, all glazed with my wetness from nose to chin.
“I’ll take tails for now,” he said, “since I’m down here already.” He made a sideways motion with his head. “But help me turn her over.”
A minute later I was on my stomach, hissing with satisfaction as Brody sank into me from behind. His cock drilled me deep, his hands pushing my asscheeks upward and apart to gain the deepest possible penetration.
Kneeling before me, Lincoln guided his own erection into my willing mouth.
Ohhhhh…
It was every bit as good as sinking into a warm bath. The satisfyingly familiar feeling of pure, sensory overload.
I was made for this.
It was such an odd thing to say. A strange thing to just pop randomly into your head. And yet in reality, the observation wasn’t all that random. I fell so quickly and easily into the familiar push-pull rhythm, it was as if being filled from both ends were some common daily occurrence.
It’s sure getting to be…
“That’s it baby,” said Lincoln, gently stroking my face. His voice was already thick with lust. “Just like that.”
I was throating him easily now. Screwing my ass back against Brody and adding that extra gyration I knew he liked at the end. And I was getting off on it. I was so incredibly hot for them, so dripping wet. Every stroke brought me that much closer…
“She’s getting too good at this,” Lincoln observed. “She must really love it.”
He held my head in his hands now, helping guide it up and down along the length of his cock. When I popped it from my mouth to lick it all over, he smiled.
“Tell us you love it,” he growled.
I licked and sucked, jerking him with my hand. Bracing myself with my other arm, while working my way toward his balls.
“Tell us you—”
“I love it,” I moaned, soft and low. I swore I could feel him grow harder, just at the words. “God, I so fucking love it…”
I felt Brody’s hands digging in as he pumped me faster. He pushed into me hard, shoving his balls up against me as he drove himself deeper.
“Fuck…”
My breath grew quick. The wind left my lungs in short little bursts. A hand went into my hair, pulling my head back. Forcing me to adjust, my chin tilting upward, as Lincoln sank deeper into my throat.
I don’t know how long they fucked me, passing me back and forth. Sometimes they’d spin me around or flip me over. Other times they’d just get up and switch places, taking me in any position, any way they wanted.
I loved it all, though. I lay there snug in the blankets, warmed by the fire. Crushed beneath the weight of their hard bodies, rocking, groaning, spreading myself wide for them.
It was like being in another world. A world of sheets and pillows, of flesh and flame. I was sitting on Lincoln, my hands on his shoulders, when my first release came. My breasts were in his hands, the weight of them held in his palms, as a monster orgasm rocked my body… even as Brody held me from behind.
“Good?”