Boardroom Bride

“Honestly, guys. I’ll have to think about it. I have some confidence issues I’m still working through with the weight loss. I’m not used to my body yet.

“We respect that,” I say, even though—fuck. She’s such a goddamn tease, and I think she knows it too.

“I will say our little bang session last night did help. Maybe, just maybe, if I had more of that…I could muster up the confidence to do it. That, and free personal training sessions with you. I felt great at the end of the day yesterday,” Kara negotiates.

“Hard bargain,” I say. Emphasis on hard—my cock is currently making a fucking tent in my gym shorts.

“Oh, and an unlimited supply of these shakes,” she adds, smiling innocently up at us.

“Deal,” says Eric. “We have ten other flavors for you to try, you know. Watching you guzzle down that Sin-ammon drink was…captivating.”

“Maybe you’re a dirty little slut that likes drinking cum,” I add, shrugging.

She pierces us with a sultry, sexy look.

“Maybe you two should whip your cocks out and find out,” she suggests.

Well, damn.

Who the fuck are we to say no to that?

Kara

It happens the way I’ve always dreamed it would happen.

They get their dicks out. Both of them. Two hard, thick, veiny cocks throbbing as they reach peak erection, just begging to be sucked.

And me?

I drop to my knees like I’m about to break a seventy-two-hour juice cleanse, and I’m begging the cake gods for extra frosting.

“You little slut,” Eric chuckles as I lick my lips. He works his cock over in his fist, making nice long strokes up and down the shaft. “You look half starved for my cum, Kara.”

“And mine,” Chase adds, muscling his way forward. I can see every thick, pulsating vein on his cock swell as his hot, ripped body pumps blood to his member. “Question is…which do you want more?”

Now, look. I’m not exactly unaccustomed to shoving delicious things down my throat as quickly as possible. Once upon a time, that was kind of my M.O., right?

But for the last two years, I’ve been living in a state of total denial. No sex, no blowjobs, and certainly no guzzling of anything cream-related—least of all hot, salty, body-building billionaire cum.

There’s power in denying yourself the things you really fucking want. I’ve felt it. I know that it’s real.

But those desires don’t ever just go away. They build and build and build inside you, until finally you lose control and just can’t fucking help yourself and then—

“Both,” I purr, diving for them. “I fucking want both!”

I take a moment to thank the good Lord for giving me the perfect number of fists, then I put them to good use, taking one cock in each hand.

Chase and Eric moan simultaneously, which is easily the best fucking sound in the entire world. It only makes me squeeze their cocks tighter in my greedy little fists, pumping them in unison like I’m conducing a sexy duet of billionaire fuck sounds.

“Gimme your fucking mouth,” Chase growls, grabbing the back of my head.

He pulls my lips to his cock, and I let my tongue roll out over my lower lip, deliberately licking up a fat, slick bead of precum from the tip.

“That’s right. Swab my fucking dick, sugar lips.” Chase thrusts the fat, swollen tip of his cock up my hot, wet tongue, and I suck it between my lips.

Chase’s cock thrusts deeper and deeper between my lips while I stroke Eric’s cock faster and faster. I can feel Eric’s hips bucking against my fist, meeting my rhythm perfectly until he’s the one driving the motion, picking up the pace.

“God, yes, Kara.” Chase’s lips pull back as he forces the words through his teeth. “I’m gonna flood this hot little mouth with so much cum you’ll fucking choke on it.”