“Anders is busy back there, so I guess I’ll just remain here,” Logan laughs, grabbing his cock and rubbing it over my lips from side to side.
I expect Anders to flick my thong to the side and press his cock against my wet pussy, but that’s not his opening move; instead, he hooks his fingers on my thong and simply rips it off me, completely ruining it in the process. It’s an expensive thong, a La Pearla one, but what the hell—I’d ruin every single piece of underwear I own if that meant I could be used and abused like this.
“Fucking beautiful, every piece of you,” Anders whispers, and then places his hands on my ass and starts squeezing my cheeks as he spreads them wide, caressing my ass crack with his thumbs. His fingers move up and down, up and down, and then he just dives headfirst.
The moment I feel Anders' mouth against my pussy, the only reaction I have is to open my own mouth and allow all of Logan’s length inside of me. Without wasting a single breath, Logan starts pistoning his cock into my mouth while, on the other end of my body, Anders starts devouring my pussy with his mouth.
I close my eyes as I feel his tip jabbing at my insides, and then he turns his head slightly sideways and sucks both my folds into his mouth. Kissing, licking, and sucking—that’s how he ravages me, and I can’t help but moan, the sound traveling from the back of my throat and vibrating through Logan’s cock. I’d moan louder but, you know, it’s not like I can do it with a twelve-inch cock rammed down my throat.
Not that I’m complaining.
“You can’t believe how fucking fine the sight is from here,” I hear Logan say, and that’s when Anders presses his index finger against my asshole. Softly pressing against it, he starts rubbing it until he finally presses harder, sliding it all the way into my ass.
Right now, they’re working on my mouth, ass, and pussy … and all at the same time. Swear to God, I don’t have anything inside my pussy and I’m already burning up with pleasure. My body is tensing up like a nocked arrow, and I’m arching my back, my spine bending so much that it feels like it’s about to snap.
Instead, what snaps is my mind.
It feels like a detonation has just happened inside my skull, one hard enough to turn my brain into mush. The orgasm roars inside me like a wild lion, and my muscles go from tense to twitching, every square inch of my naked body burning up.
I’m still shaking when Anders replaces his mouth with the tip of his cock. I perk up almost immediately, my brain snapping to attention, and Anders doesn’t hesitate: he slides his cock into me, his twelve inches straining against my inner walls on the way in. His cock hits deep … and hard.
Moving in unison with Anders, Logan grabs me by the hair and holds my head in place; then he starts thrusting wildly, fucking my mouth with a renewed eagerness. Matching up to Logan’s pace, Anders grabs me by the hips and starts pounding into me with all
of his ferocity, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing through the whole room.
I have no idea if Abby ever used this room to fuck, but the acoustics in here are really begging for it. I mean, every single moan that leaves my lips seems to bounce off the walls and come back to me with a newfound strength, and you can imagine how Anders’ constant thrusts must sound right now. It’s like a symphony, one built on sin and pleasure.
“I could fuck your pussy for hours,” Anders groans behind me, and Logan picks up as well.
“And I wouldn’t mind having my cock inside your mouth for hours as well,” he says, the wet sound of his cock sliding over my lips making my mind spin and waltz. Right now, I’m in Heaven. The kind of Heaven where you can find twelve-inch cocks everywhere, I mean, each one of them hard and ready to give you the experience of a lifetime. It’s a dream come true, really.
And I’m not saying all of this just because Anders and Logan are hung as hell (even though they are), or because I’m fucking both of them at the same time (even though I am). I’m completely over the moon because these men know how to handle a woman. They know how to wield their cocks and bodies to leave a woman weak in the knees.
Oh, God, and to think that I used to believe I knew about sex. When it comes to sex, I guess you could call me a virgin before I met these two. I mean, I was experienced and whatnot, and I never imposed limitations based on taboos or whatever… but sex with them is something else entirely.
It’s perfection.
“Oh, God, this is … so fucking good,” I breathe out as Logan suddenly takes his cock out of my mouth, my saliva making his shaft glisten.
“Yeah?” Logan grins. “We’re just getting started, babe.”
With that, he walks around my body and kneels next to Anders. A second later, I feel his arm brushing over my stomach, and then he has two fingers on my clit. Rubbing it with the kind of experience only men like them have, he makes me feel as if I’m about to explode into a million pieces.
With Anders’ cock inside my pussy, and Logan’s fingers on my clit… Well, it’s only a matter of time, right? And that time amounts to just a few seconds.
I start hissing through my gritted teeth and, allowing momentary insanity to overtake, I start thrusting back at Anders and forcing his cock to go even deeper inside me. Feeling me close to the edge, Logan rubs my clit even harder, and I simply come undone.
This time I don’t have a cock inside my mouth, so I do what any other girl in my situation would: I open my mouth and let out a scream loud enough to tear down the walls and shatter the windows. Luckily, that doesn’t happen. Worst-case scenario, someone outside the lounge has just heard me shout, but does it even matter? No, it doesn't matter in the slightest; I mean, we’re at a romance conference where a lot of writers are trying to peddle their sex-filled books to readers that crave crazy sexual adventures. It isn’t that big of a stretch to assume that some writers are actually living the life, right?
And I pride myself on living the life. I mean, it’s nice to put down words onto paper and create all these crazy storylines inside my head… But nothing beats the real thing. It’s pretty much like writing about recipes; it’s all fine and dandy, but there’s nothing like getting your hands dirty and starting to cook.
And what we’re cooking right here is one fine meal; let me tell you that.
“Still up for more?” Logan asks me, taking his fingers off my clit and kissing me on the cheek.
“Always,” I say as I turn to him, smiling.
“Good girl,” Anders laughs, sliding his cock out of my pussy.