A Double Dose of Billionaire - Part 4

“Stop, Scarlet,” Ryan begged as Riley entered me at an agonizing rate.

I ignored Ryan’s plea and continued licking him. I loved it when I drove either of them to the edge. His actions didn’t match with his words. He continued to massage my bre**asts and thrust himself harder. “Please, stop,” he said.

I started to ride Riley. He placed his hands at my hi**ps and guided them up and down his length.

The familiar twitching of Ryan’s wood indicated he was about to come. I teased his co**ck with my tongue as fast as I could, his pre**-cum mixing with the warmth of my saliva. He tasted salty, and bitter, but I loved every bit of it.

Without warning, Ryan ripped away from my touch. Sounding raspy, he said, “Fuck, Scarlet, I asked you to stop.”

“You were enjoying it,” I replied, flashing him the best puppy look I could muster. I knew the twins hated it whenever I didn’t obey.

Taking my chin between his fingers, he forced me to look at him. “When I ask you to stop, you do it. I want to come inside of you, sweetheart. I want you to take every drop of me using your sweet, delectable pus**sy.”

My heart pounded against my ribcage as he caught me with the intensity of his stare. I clenched around Riley’s co**ck, and he pounded into me faster. The calm and collected Riley had been taken over by his primal needs. He was holding my hi**ps so hard that it began to hurt. I embraced the pain, turning it into the uncontrollable sensations flooding through my veins. I gasped as I closed my eyes, feeling the tremors that shocked through my body.

“My turn, Riley,” Ryan said, slapping my as**s. I let out a soft moan.

They carried me into their bedroom and laid me onto the soft sheets. I bent over, positioning my behind up in the air as Ryan liked, inviting him to my center. He shoved two fingers into me. “You’re soaked.”

I shook my hi**ps back and forth. “I am. Now stop dawdling and f**k me already.”

“As you wish, princess.” I could hear the grin in his voice.

He slammed into me as Riley grabbed a chunk of my hair and pulled my head backwards. He enveloped my mouth with his, prodding his tongue in. Our tongues fought and danced against each other. The inside of his mouth was wet and warm, inviting and delicious.

Ryan f**ked me in a fluid motion, sending waves of velvet pleasure that started from my core and surged to the very tips of my fingers. Another cli**max was building.

Ryan trailed a line of kisses down my back. “I’m going to come.”

“Me too,” I choked, taking a break from Riley’s kiss.

My cli**max hit me hard. I felt my pus**sy clench and contract over Ryan’s co**ck. “Fuck, f**k you’re so goddamn tight,” he moaned, before thrusting into me as hard as he could, and letting his cum pour into my walls. Riley was stroking himself as he kissed me. He too, was close to his orgasm. As soon as Ryan finished coming, Riley pulled my head back and pumped his liquid onto my face. I opened my mouth and accepted it willingly, letting the salty taste of sem**en spread over my tongue.

I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and drenched, both by sweat and cum.

“So, about my mother,” Ryan said, “is she attending the wedding?”

I waved my hand dismissively. “Sure, she can,” I replied, too tired to bother about that triviality. The worst that could happen was having to deal with her snide remarks and daggered stares. Regardless of how spiteful a parent she was, stopping her from attending her sons’ wedding seemed a tad harsh, especially since Ryan and Riley weren’t so keen on uninviting her.

Riley kissed my forehead. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah, now let me sleep.”

My two men cuddled up next to me. I drifted off to sleep, fully knowing they’d somehow coaxed me into agreeing with them using amazing sex.

6 months later

“What is it?” I asked, my curiosity highly piqued. Riley had been kissing me when Ryan put a blindfold over my eyes. My initial as**sumption was they had something sinful planned, but I was wrong, thankfully. My pregnancy drained most of my energy, leaving me tired and hormonal most of the time. My sex drive had unfortunately been low lately. The twins respected my wishes.

They led me into a car, and Tyrone—I recognized his voice—drove us to somewhere. I attempted to get the blindfold off my eyes, but they wouldn’t let me, saying I’d ruin the surprise.

Licking my lips, I asked, “Just a hint? A clue? Anything.”

“Be patient, princess,” a twin quipped. “We’re almost there.”

“How long? This blindfold is starting to get pretty uncomfortable.”

“Less than a minute. I promise.” He gave me a peck on my cheek.