Screwged

She pulls away from Brock as the wail of pleasure thunders through her. But she quickly drops back down, inhaling his dick as I fuck her hard and fast, driving into her over and over as the orgasm thunders through her before suddenly, I’m crashing right over with her.

I roar, my hands around her waist as I slam her back into me. Her soft, curvy ass slaps against my rock-hard abs, and my heavy, swollen balls press right up against her clit before the trigger pulls, and I roar.

My balls throb against her as my cum erupts out of me. Spurt after thick, hot spurt pump deep in her eager cunt, splashing my seed against her womb. I groan, gritting my teeth and grinding into her as pulse after pulse of my cum fills her to the brim, until I can feel it start to dribble out from where we join.

She’s panting, gasping for air as she stretches out across the desk. Brock pulls away from her, his eyes fierce and wild and his cock pulsing in his hand. I slide my hand over her body, my muscles burning as I pull her up and against me, my cock still buried inside.

“And now, baby,” I groan into her ear, nipping at her lobe and making her gasp. I slowly pull out of her, feeling some of my cum drip out with me and trickle down her thigh.

“Now, it’s his turn.”

She whimpers, this look of pure heat etched over her face.

“Now it’s his turn to fuck you like a bad girl and give you even more come. And he’s going to do it while you clean my cock up with your tongue. Do you understand me, Ms. Healy?”

She whimpers at my dominant, rough tone, nodding eagerly as the flush creeps over her face.

“Yes!” she nods, moaning

My jaw clenches and my cock pulses once more inside of her.

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.”

Chapter 6

Noelle

My whole body trembles, and my skin tingles with the afterglow of… well, that. Another huge, mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm.

…And they’re not even close to being done.

I whimper heatedly, excitement coursing through me. This might be wrong, and filthy, and I might be panting for air. But the thought that they’re even close to being done with me, or close to getting their fill is this intoxication rush. It’s like power surging through me, like I’m some sort of sex goddess and they’re both here to worship me.

Every single inch of me.

I watch, my eyes hooded with lust as Seamus pads naked around the side of the desk. His thick, throbbing cock — slick from my pussy and his cum — bobs strong and hard. God, he hasn’t even remotely gone down at all. A drop of precum beads at the little slit in his head, and I whimper as my mouth waters.

What is wrong with me?

The question burns into my head before another voice inside suddenly shoves it away.

Nothing. The answer is nothing is wrong with me. Because even if pretty much anyone I knew would say that this is bad, or wrong, or whatever, I know what I feel. I know what I’ve felt ever since I laid eyes on them. I know the power I feel surging through me, like this illicit energy whenever we’re in the same room.

And I know that not picking between them, and having them both is like a fantasy come true.

Dirty, forbidden, wrong. Call it whatever you want. I’ll call it mine.

Brock’s hands trail over my skin, and when he moves behind me and takes Seamus’s place, I shiver with heat. Okay, this is pretty naughty. I can still feel one man’s cum dripping from my swollen, eager pussy. And another man — his best friend — is about to take his turn. He’s about to let me feel him claim me as well, and the filthy anticipation of that has me trembling with need.

His thick head teases against my freshly-fucked pussy, and I moan deeply, trembling as he teases it up and down my slit.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “He made a fucking mess of this little pussy. Is that what he did? Did he fill your tight little hole up with his cum? Did he leave his mark all fucking over you?”

I whimper, nodding, my face crumbling as the forbidden heat blazes through me.

“Yes,” I whisper, panting.

“Well, since you’re such a naughty little cum-hungry girl this Christmas,” Brock grunts as he eases his head into me, making me whimper.

“I’ve got some more for you then.”

His hands circle my thin waist, and suddenly, he drives right in to the hilt. I scream in pleasure, feeling his huge size plunge deep inside. I can feel him pushing Seamus’s cum deep against my womb, some of it leaking down my thighs as Brock growls and starts to fuck me with deep, powerful strokes.