Savage Beast (Savage People 2)

“I want you to fuck me,” I breathed into his mouth. “How long will you need before you’re ready again?” I fisted his wet cock in my hand, squeezing both of our juices.

“Two minutes max,” he said, breathless, cupping my pussy. “Would you like me to take your pussy or your ass, Jade?”

I laughed, throwing my head back and meeting Cole’s steel chest. He was already up, clasping me from behind. His cock rubbed against my ass while Carter was rubbing his own dick against my pussy. I was sandwiched between them, and I never wanted the moment to end. It was the best thing that had ever happened to me. A part of me wanted to call Dahl right then and there and tell her what I was doing.

“I want you to fuck my pussy.” I bit his chin and licked my way down his neck. “I want Cole to fuck me in the ass,” I continued and heard my future husband moan in pleasure behind me as he continued grinding his cock against my behind. “Then I want both of your cum to mix in my pussy and for the both of you to lick me clean. You think you can do that for me, boys?”

“I can,” Carter said in all seriousness. “I’d fucking love for that to happen. Cole?”

“Only for you, Jade.” he said. “I’d lick someone else’s cum, but only for you.”

I felt Carter getting hard again against my stomach, and luckily, he and Cole were about the same height, with Carter being slightly shorter than my fiancé’s six four. Carter pulled me up so that my legs hugged his waist, stumbling back to balance himself against the tiles of the bathroom, and slid his cock into my juicy cunt with no problem. Warmth filled me, and before I knew it, Cole entered me from behind.

I felt full. So fucking full. With Cole filling my ass and Carter in my pussy.

“Yes, oh my God, yes. Yes. You both feel so good inside me, thank you,” I screamed shamelessly. They both started fucking me at the same time, and every time one of them pulled out of me, the other countered by thrusting in me himself. It was painfully gratifying. My orgasm tickled every inch of my flesh. I screamed so loud I knew the neighbors must’ve heard. I didn’t care. Carter looked like perfection itself as he relearned the art of screwing a woman, his brows furrowing, giving me his best, giving me it all, while my experienced fiancé hit my ass again and again relentlessly. The orgasm, like a hurricane, threatened to rip me to shreds. My throat hurt from all the screaming, and when my climax finally washed through me, it was so strong it came in a wave after wave after wave.

Shudder.

It couldn’t get any better.

Teeth chattering.

I was ruined.

My muscles turned into mush.

Best. Night. Ever.

I collapsed on the floor, dizzy and incoherent, my cheeks pink and my limbs dead with the weight and exhaustion of what I suspected were three orgasms in a row. Never in my life had I had that before. It was only when I was lying on the damp floor that I realized my pussy felt like it was full of liquid. Full of cum. I stared at my open legs and bent knees in confusion.

“Carter, did you come?”

I heard him from above me. “I did.”

“I did, too,” Cole added.

I smiled and scooted to the corner of the room, resting my head against the ceramic of the bath, trying to regulate my breaths. I opened my eyes to see Cole making his way toward me on his knees, and before he even got to me, Carter squatted down. Each of them gripped one of my legs and opened it wide. Now my cunt and my ass were fully exposed for them, cum running through both holes, dripping onto the floor. I was almost afraid of Carter’s reaction to what must’ve been his nightmare. Then again, it was his cum, too.

Cole was the first to press his tongue against my cunt. “How do you want us to do this, Butterfly? Each of us take our turn, or we feast on you together like hungry dogs?”

“Hungry dogs.” I blushed, and Carter nodded, moving his head into my inner thigh. Both their heads were pressed against my lower stomach as I saw them feasting on their own cum. It was beautiful. Their gorgeous hair. Their strong bodies. Their ripped, muscled backs. All I felt down there was hungry, wet tongues licking me clean, sometimes even clashing together, but they didn’t seem to care. I felt them on my clit, between my folds, and in my ass. Sometimes a tongue would dart inside, shoved deep, and sometimes there were just little puppy licks that made me want to giggle.

Twenty minutes, they feasted on my pussy, and I came two more times.

By the time the sun came up, I was too exhausted to peel myself off the bathroom floor.

Still, we had to move. So reluctantly, I kissed Carter’s lips—he was still lying beside Cole and me on the floor, fast asleep and stark naked—and whispered into his mouth, “You were the second best fuck I’ve ever had after my future husband. Don’t let anyone tell you you’re less than perfect. This was the best night of my life. I will never forget it. Thank you.”

Cole gathered up my limp body and carried us back to the room we’d share for one more night. He tossed me onto our bed, pretty much the only thing left in our room, and came down on top of me. He braced his arms on either side of my head and rubbed his nose alone the side of my face.

“You enjoy yourself, Butterfly?” His voice was gruff, angry almost. I was in such a state of bliss that I didn’t even question it. I stretched my arms out above my head and arched my back, on the verge of falling asleep.

“Mmm, yeah,” I practically moaned. Cole grabbed my chin and jerked my face to look at his. My eyes popped open, wondering what had gotten into him. Was he mad at me for inviting Carter to play with us? Did he regret it?

“Good. Because that’s the first and last time I share you with anyone. Understand?” His eyebrows were scrunched together, his eyes hard, as if he actually thought he’d have to worry about anything like that. I was so fucking his.

“How do you not see it?” I mused out loud.