My eyes are closed now, but I can hear Drake’s thighs slapping Sloane’s ass cheeks, just like Sloane is doing to me. The sound of flesh on flesh echoes in the room, bouncing off the walls and then coming back to us, and we remain in this unbreakable chain of lust and desire until we cross the point of no return.
Sloane’s cock is burning its way in and out of me when I thrust back at him, needing him to destroy my pussy completely. Reading my mind, he starts thrusting so hard that this time I simply can’t help it; my elbows slip off the ground and I fall head first, my cheek hitting the floor.
"Don’t stop!" I cry out, still trying to thrust back as Sloane fucks me. My pussy’s already tightening up around his shaft, and I’m close to coming that I can hear pleasure crackle inside my mind if I just focus. "FUCK!" I scream at the top of my lungs, the orgasm creeping up on me and punching me in the gut mercilessly.
"Oh fuck, fuck," I repeat over and over again, all my thoughts completely adrift in a turbulent ocean of maddening pleasure. "Don’t stop, don’t stop…!" I urge Sloane as he grabs me by the hips, keeping my ass up in the air as he thrusts.
"I want you to… come in me," I plead him, tears of utter pleasure streaming down my face. "And over me…" I continue, losing control of the words leaving my mouth. But Drake is paying attention, and he’s ready to give me exactly what I’m asking for: he takes his cock out of Sloane’s ass and, standing up, he walks around Sloane and I and stops right in front of me.
I look at him, grimacing as I feel Sloane?
??s cock throbbing inside, but I still find the strength necessary to reach for him and start to stroke him. Using only one had for support, I move the other one back and forth over Drake’s shaft as fast as I can, hell bent on driving him to the edge and pushing him down.
"Fuck," he whispers, more to himself than to me. In that exact moment, I see a drop of cum glistening on the tip of his cock. Before I even have any time to reach, a long strand of semen gushes from his cock and hits me straight in the face.
Once again working in sync with Drake, Sloane’s cock starts spasming inside my pussy, sending ripples of ecstasy through my inner walls, and I feel his warm juices filling me up to the brim in a matter of seconds.
"Oh, God," I moan as I feel Sloane’s cum dripping out of my pussy and making their way down my legs, pooling on the floor around my knees. At the same time, Drake is still using me for target practice; grabbing his cock, he points at me and sprays my face and back with his seed, gooey strands of it caressing my naked skin.
I remain like that, on all fours, as both men unleash hell over my body. They empty their loads all over and they only stop when they’re satisfied.
"I know I’ve told you this before, but you look lovely like this," Drake tells me with a teasing grin, going down to his knees in front of me. He makes me raise my chin, placing two fingers under it, and then leans into me and crushes his mouth against mine. His tongue pushes its way past my lips and he dances with it around my own.
Sloane pulls back from me at the same time, but he keeps his focus on my pussy. He digs his fingers into my ass cheeks and, leaning into me, he wraps his lips against my folds and sucks them into his mouth, running his tongue over them and licking them dry.
He only stops when he has licked my pussy dry and, when that happens, he walks around me and joins Drake. I kiss him too, giving him a taste of Drake’s cum, and then I just fall into their arms.
"You’re my everything," I tell both, feeling the warmness of their naked bodies against my own.
They wrap their big arms around me, holding me tightly.
"You are too," they say at the same time and, right now, everything’s all right with the world.
Love—sometimes it really solves everything.
Epilogue - Natalie
"I have some big news for you two!" Sloane says as he walks inside the apartment, a bottle of expensive champagne tucked under his elbow.
I’m in the kitchen with Drake, taking care of dinner, and Sloane comes up behind us and smacks both of our asses at the same time. "I said I have big news," he repeats, placing the bottle of champagne on the counter and grinning.
"Well? Out with it then!"
"Yeah, what’s up?"
"Dirty ‘Lil Angels just broke one hundred million dollars in revenue," he says, barely able to contain his excitement. He grabs the bottle and pushes the cork out with a flick from his thumb, and it flies straight into the ceiling and then ricochets down to my feet.
"One hundred million?" I repeat, trying to do the math inside my head. That’s a lot of sales, especially for a company as young as mine. Well, I shouldn’t be this surprised; after all, my prototype was a complete success. But, still, one hundred million? I never expected to make that much money.
It’s been one year since launch, and a lot happened since then.
To start with, Mom is in jail. Federal charges of extortion and intent to defame were levied against her literally within hours after our press conference. We didn’t find out because…well, we were fucking. Remember?
She’s out of our lives forever.
Let’s talk about fun things.
About the companyI rented the whole floor of a building and set up a real Dirty ‘Lil Angels headquarters. I have almost two hundred people working for me now, and I figure I’ll have to open a new office somewhere in Europe soon. And perhaps another in Asia.