Get Lucky

Eamon’s tongue swirls over my clit, pushing me higher and higher until I know I’m going to explode all over again. His fingers curl deep inside, his groans rumble through me, and when I hear Clay growl and feel his cock swell even thicker in my hands, I lose my ability to hang on.

I cry out as the orgasm breaks over me, shattering through me as my entire body shivers in ecstasy. My hands pump at Clay’s swollen cock as I hear him grunt, my mouth hungrily sucking on his heavy balls, until suddenly, he roars with pleasure.

His big cock throbs in my hands, his balls twitch against my tongue, and suddenly, he follows me over the edge. I cry out as I feel the hot jets of his cum land in sticky white ropes across my skin, splattering my breasts and my tummy, dripping down my nipples. I just keep stroking and feeling rope after rope of cum pump from him and land on my body, coating me in his sticky seed, making my whole body glisten with him.

Clay moves away, instantly turning around and crushing his lips to mine, kissing me hungrily. And I’m lost in that kiss and in the aftershocks of my orgasm when I feel Eamon move between my legs and spread them wide. I moan into Clay’s mouth as I feel that thick, fat, swollen crown of Eamon’s big cock tease against my soft, slick, eager lips. Clay pulls away, and I glance down, blushing fiercely at the site of his cum absolutely covering me and glistening in the low lights.

Eamon teases his head up and down my slit, stroking his precum over my lips before he begins to ease inside, making me gasp in pleasure.

“Keep these legs nice and wide for me, baby girl,” he groans. “Keep them wide and let me claim this little pussy. Just like that, sweetness. Let me feel that sweet little cunt open for my big cock.”

His eyes meet mine, and I gasp as I feel Clay pull my arms above my head and pin them there, taking away my control and sending forbidden heat exploding through me.

“My turn,” Eamon purrs, his eyes locked on mine. “My turn to claim our prize.”

6

Eamon

The feeling of easing my cock into her gorgeous, perfect, tight little cunt is unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life. I groan, my breath catching at the slick, velvety feel of her pussy swallowing up my big cock. She stretches open around me, her pretty pink lips opening like petals for my thickness.

I sink in, and it’s like sliding my cock into pure silken heaven.

Fuck is she tight. Impossibly so. She’s so fucking tight part of me wonders for a second if she’s even done this before—if by some chance I’m her first. I know that can’t be true by the way she moves, and the way she moans—the way she knows what she wants. But it does mean that there’s no way she’s ever had a man like me or Clay.

I glance down at the obscene way her little pussy opens up for my fat cock, looking so fucking perfect and tight around my swollen head, and I grin.

Oh, she’s definitely never had a man like either of us. But she’s about to get every fucking bit of both of us.

My eyes slide over her body, up over her belly and her breasts, glistening with white cum. And fuck is that hot, seeing her covered in my best friend’s cum. It’s beauty and slut somehow perfectly blended together. It’s sexy and filthy, and the sight of her so eager and ready for me with another man’s cum dripping down the slopes of her breasts and pooling on her tummy as it caves with her breath has my blood roaring like fire through my veins.

I push my cock into her slowly, letting her get used to the size of me. Her breath catches, little moans dripping from her lips—swollen from our kisses and our cocks. That wild red hair of hers fans out around her face like fire, when I ease into her soft, slick, goddamn perfect little pussy, her green eyes roll back into her head as a cry of pleasure tumbles from her mouth.

“Moan for me, baby girl,” I growl, driving another inch into her. “Moan for that big cock like a good little bad girl. Moan for me like a good little cum-hungry bad girl.”

I thrust into her, driving every single inch of my cock deep in her tight little cunt, and Phoebe screams in pleasure. Her body writhes, back arching and breasts thrust high as she gasps and moans. I grunt, sliding out and then driving right back in, hard. Her lithe body ripples with the force of me claiming her, and the slick wet sounds of my thickness thrusting into her fills the room along with both of our cries of pleasure.