Dynasty (Boys of Winter 1)

My hand shifts from Cruz’s chest and I slide it up around the back of King’s neck, bringing his face closer to mine. I look back over my shoulder, and just as I had hoped, his lips come down on mine. He kisses me softly, but his touch is so full of desire, so powerful, and desperate.

He kisses me deeper, and as he does, his hand slips over my hips and pushes down between my legs. I groan into him, and as I pull my lips from his and look up at Cruz, King’s lips immediately drop to my neck.

My head tilts back, needing more, and Cruz doesn’t dare let the opportunity pass. He kisses me, matching King’s gentle touch, and while I’m usually the girl who likes things rough, their soft fingers drawing over my skin and sending heated tingles coursing through my body is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

They brush soft kisses over my skin as their hands roam over me, gently exploring every inch of my body. I squirm under their touch, so filled with desire and need. It’s electrifying. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced a sensual touch before. I never thought I needed it, but I was so wrong. I’ve never felt so alive.

Cruz grips his cock, slowly rubbing up and down as King’s hard length presses against my ass, grinding and teasing me with just how powerful he can be. I adjust myself between them and reach out, wanting to make them feel just as good as they’re doing to me.

I brush my fingers down their bodies as King works my clit and Cruz cups my tits, gently squeezing and pinching my pebbled nipples. My hands curl around both of their cocks and I work them just the same, slowly drawing up and circling my finger over the tips, teasing them before going back down.

Cruz groans as King responds by kissing my neck with a new desperation, his tongue roaming over the sensitive spot under my ear. Cruz doesn’t let up, his lips moving against mine in an erotic dance.

My back arches off the bed, my head thrown back as I press my tits harder into Cruz’s hand. “Oh God,” I moan. “You’re going to make me come.”

Neither of them eases up, they just keep pushing my body, teasing it with their soft caresses, their skilled fingers, mouths, and tongues. My orgasm builds rapidly within me, burning like an inferno and demanding release. My hands move faster over their cocks and they each respond by picking up their pace.

I cry out, the intensity almost too much. My body squirms and bucks under their touch, but they’re relentless. “Fuck, yes,” I cry out as my orgasm tears through me like an explosion, my body quivering under their hold. Cruz’s mouth drops to my nipple, his tongue flicking over it and sending a jolt of electricity coursing right through to my pussy making me jump and gasp, my orgasm somehow even more electrifying.

“Kiss me,” I pant with desperation. “Someone fucking kiss me.”

King’s lips slam down over mine, swallowing my demands, his tongue instantly sweeping into my mouth as I feel Cruz’s smile against my tits.

My body finally begins to calm down, but I don’t dare stop my hands from gliding up and down their hard cocks, feeling the thick, angry veins and circling their tips as I go.

Wanting to see their pleasure, I crawl up onto my knees and lean over King before closing my lips around his thick cock. I travel down as far as I can go and feel him right at the back of my throat. Cruz groans with desire, watching the show as he adjusts himself behind me.

With my ass up in the air, Cruz sinks two thick fingers deep inside of my soaking pussy, and a soft moan travels up my throat, prompting King to twist his fingers into my hair. Cruz pushes deeper before pulling his fingers out and spreading my wetness.

Cruz moves his cock up and down my pussy, his tip brushing over my clit and making me jump. He grabs my ass, squeezing my cheeks before slowly pushing his cock deep inside of me, filling me to the brim, stretching my walls and hitting places deep inside of me that I didn’t know existed.

He slowly drags out of me and I push back, wanting more as my head continues to bob up and down over King’s impressive cock. Cruz’s arm twists around my body until I feel his fingers against my clit, and he works it just as slowly as he’s working my pussy.

It’s pure torture, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

He starts to pick up his pace and I do the same for King as I taste a bit of pre-cum on the tip of his cock. He grips my hair tighter and eases me off his cock, and as I meet his eyes, the desperation and need deep within his own is almost enough to make me lose it. “I need to fill that sweet pussy,” he begs of me.