Boardroom Bride

“Like hell you will,” Eric says darkly. He pinches my nipple, creating a wave of pleasure that crashes through my body. Then he’s pulling my mouth off of Chase’s cock and moving it to his instead.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Chase says to Eric.

“Stop me then next time.” Eric grins back. “Or at least—you can try.”

I switch to stroking Chase’s cock, but it’s obviously not enough to keep his lust at bay. I barely get a taste of Eric before Chase is pulling me his way again—which causes Eric to emit a low, possessive growl.

Holy shit. These dudes are like fucking animals when they’re hard. I figure it must be all the testosterone in their bodies from so much working out. Then again, maybe that’s just what men are like when their cocks are this big.

They’re both twelve inches of gorgeous, throbbing man meat. If we were one-on-one, I’d need two hands and my mouth just to tame one of these beasts. And here I am, trying to take two at once!

“Boys,” I say, smiling up at them with a cock in each fist, “maybe there are better holes for you to fight over, hmm?”

Not that I don’t want to keep sucking, but like, if they keep pulling my mouth this way and that, I’m going to end up with sexual whiplash.

“Where do you want it, Kara?” Chase asks, his interest obviously piqued.

“Little slut probably wants both of us in her ass at once,” Eric says, bucking his hips against my fingers.

“My cunt would get lonely,” I tell him, even though, oh my god—I don’t even know if my ass can fit both of them at once. I mean, not that I’m opposed to trying, but…

“You don’t get to tell us where we put our dicks, Kara,” Eric says, moving my mouth to his tip again. His cock is hot and hard against my tongue, and I suck him with everything I’ve got.

“That’s right,” Chase agrees. “Why don’t you make us come all over that pretty fucking face of yours, and then we’ll decide which holes we’re fucking next.”

I look up at them wide-eyed. The thought of both of these big buff men blowing their hot, creamy loads all over my face is enough to make my pussy start throbbing out an S.O.S. in Morse code.

I need them inside me. Like, now. And if I have to make them cum all over my face to get it…

Then I guess that’s what I’ll do.

I pop Eric’s cock out of my mouth and move to Chase’s, flicking my tongue against the head and slurping up his delicious precum. I totally get why they’re able to sell cum-based protein shakes—with cum as delicious as theirs, it’s the only thing that makes sense. It makes me feel fucking special, honestly.

I get to sample my protein right from the source.

When I’m done licking all the precum up off of Chase’s cock, I move to Eric’s again. His precum is sweeter than Chase’s, now that I’m able to focus on their unique tastes.

Chase tastes saltier, I think. But the best thing is tasting both of them together. That’s easily the best part—that’s why they’re so fucking yummy and why their partnership must work.

Sweet and salty, all together at once. It’s fucking perfect. I could lap up their precum all day—and maybe I will.

Unfortunately, I quickly become aware that that particular business model isn’t fucking sustainable. Once I’ve gone back and forth, sucking up all the precum I can suck, I realize that I’m going to need to step it up a notch if I want more than just a taste.

“Would you look at that, Eric.” Chase chuckles as I pop my mouth off of his cock and start jerking them both off with my fists. “Looks like Kara’s slutty little mouth is finally tired.”

“And before she made us cum with it, too.” Eric looks me in the eyes and bites his lip. “What’s wrong, Kara? Don’t you want it?”

“You know I fucking do,” I say up to him. “Come for me, guys. Come all over my mouth!”

I tighten my fists around their cocks and start pumping like a madwoman. They each grab my head, winding their fingers up in my hair, but I’m stroking them too fucking good. They can try to pull my mouth to their dicks, but I hold steady.

The looks on their faces are pure fuc

king ecstasy. Perfect.

“Fuck, Kara,” Chase groans, his sexy lips pulled back in a snarl.

“Gonna come, Kara,” Eric warns me. “Gonna come all over that pretty fucking face and—aaagh!”