“D-do you guys always double team women like this?” I say, trying to fight off an orgasm. Because I know that the second I start coming around Chase’s cock, I’m n
ot going to be rational anymore. I’ll end up agreeing to whatever the fuck they ask of me.
And knowing these two, getting me naked on stage for the Miss Sexy Universe pageant is only the beginning of their sexy evil plans.
“Sometimes,” Eric answers. His fingers stroke up and down my hip bones, sending little spikes of pleasure shivering through my pelvis. “But they’re not usually so fucking mouthy about it.”
“Christ—or this tight,” Chase moans, thrusting his cock another inch into my wet, aching cunt. “You’d think this tight little pussy doesn’t want to take my cock. Shit, man,” he says to Eric. “She’s wrapped around me so tight I don’t think I can get in any deeper.”
I shudder in ecstasy. Two fucking inches. That’s as much of Chase as I can take right now—which means I still have ten more to go.
“I think I can help with that,” Eric says darkly.
Then he takes me by the fucking hips and shoves me down on Chase’s cock.
My world erupts into pleasure as my pussy swallows Chase whole.
Chase leans back against the big, broad windows of Eric’s office, the ones overlooking the rest of the gym, as an orgasm hits me like a prize fighter aiming for a knockout. He fucking K.O.s me with orgasm—like, holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my fucking life.
I moan like a bitch as Chase jackhammers into my soaked, spasming cunt. I let go of his hair and curl my fingers around his neck, breathing him in with every ragged, orgasmic gasp. He smells like sweat and sex and, man, and I can’t get enough of him.
I slap my palm against the window as I come, and I don’t even fucking care who sees.
Actually…
The only person in the gym downstairs right now is another woman. She’s got to be about the weight I was when I was at my heaviest, and I can see her hit her breaking point as I ride out the orgasm Chase is giving me.
She hops up off her exercise bike and throws down her towel, looking just as frustrated and exhausted as I know I would have been at that weight.
But then, for a second, she looks up.
And I look down at her.
And she sees me.
She sees me, up in Eric’s office, with my leg wrapped around the waist of one very buff billionaire while another removes his shirt and strokes his cock, watching.
For a second, our eyes meet—mine wide with pure fucking pleasure, hers wide with awe.
Then Eric presses his cock against my ass and fucking hilts himself in me, and from there on out, it’s a blur.
I don’t know who’s watching us.
I don’t know how many times they make me come.
I’m fully, completely in the moment—immersed in touch and sound.
“Fuck, Kara!” Eric growls. “This tight little ass of yours is going to make me fucking come.”
“Take it,” Chase is grunting in my ear. “Take my fucking cock, Kara. Milk my fucking cock with your tight little cunt—”
And all I can do is scream for them, over and over again as my fists pound against Chase’s broad, muscled shoulders, and Eric’s hands wrap around my throat: “YES! YES!!!!!! OH MY GOD! CHASE! ERIC! YESYESYESYESYES!”
They flood both my holes with cum until it’s gushing out of me and running down my thighs. And once they pull out, lowering me to the ground once more and passing me back and forth for kiss after kiss, I drop to my knees.
I drop to my knees like a slutty fucking whore and suck their cocks clean, licking up every last bit of cum.
It’s only then—once I’ve got every fucking drop of their perfect, delicious cum on my tongue and down my throat—that I think to see if that woman is still watching.