Dulce

“Hold yourself open for me, Ev,” he orders gruffly.

I do as he asks and cry out when his tongue swipes over my clit.

“Motherfucker,” he grunts, bracing his weight. I can only assume Griffen is working him hard.

It only takes him a moment to regain control before his mouth is back on me, licking and sucking me into a frenzy. My legs start to shake, my muscles tense as I feel the tension uncoiling once more.

“Griff,” Hunter chokes out a warning.

“Move,” Griff orders, making Hunter step back and leaving space for Griff to stand.

“You want to come?” he asks, and Hunter nods his head rapidly.

“Come all over Ev’s pussy.”

I whimper at the thought.

“We’re both clean. Are you on birth control?”

I nod so fast my neck clicks.

“Good. Hunt?” Griff beckons. Instead of moving out of the way, Griff spreads my legs wider so both of them are within the cradle of my thighs.

“How was your first taste?” Griff asks Hunter, making my eyes snap to his.

“Fucking spectacular,” Hunter groans.

Griff takes Hunter’s cock in his hand and starts moving up and down it quickly. His grip tight, his movements fast, we both race toward the finish line.

“Let go, Hunt, paint her pretty pussy with your cum.”

Griff presses the tip of Hunter’s cock to my clit as the first spurt of cum hits me. It’s the single most erotic moment of my life, and I’m coming or dying, or a combination of both.

I must blackout for a minute because when I come to, Hunter is stroking my hair as Griff licks my pussy clean.

“I…I…I…”

“I think we broke her,” Hunter teases.

I’d make a joke back, but right now, he isn’t wrong. They’ve fried my brain and turned my body into jello. I doubt anything will penetrate my post-orgasmic haze.

“Now tell me why you fucked my father.”

Except maybe that.