“Ow!” I yelp, then I giggle as he bites into my shoulder like a fucking animal or something.
“Don’t make me turn this car around,” Eric warns us.
As his hand finds my thigh, I can’t imagine that he’s too serious about that. Probably, he’s just jealous he can’t be nibbling on my shoulders, too.
...unless he means, like, he’s going to turn the car around and take me back to his place for more hot fucking.
Actually, I bet that’s exactly what he means.
Oh, god. I’m way in over my head with these men. And honestly, babe…I kind of fucking love it. There’s no better place to be in all the world—no place I would rather be.
Especially considering the way Chase’s dick is pressing against my ass as Eric hits a pothole—deliberately, too, I bet.
Fuck. These men are insatiable, and it’s fucking catching, too.
This is the most attention I’ve gotten from men in years. Maybe like…ever.
Sure, I had my fair share of admirers when I was modeling, but I always had this nagging fucking feeling that they just had some kind of big girl fetish, y’know?
Some of the creepy-ass messages I used to get were, “Kara, baby, sit on my face and suffocate me with that fat ass,” and “Hey, sweetheart, wanna go whaling?”
I could never tell if they were hitting on me or insulting me.
Probably, it was both.
But all of that’s gone now, and instead, I’m riding an expensive car with two super-buff billionaire fitness moguls who like to pump me full of their candy cum.
Those creepy dudes on the internet are probably still in their mommies’ basements, rubbing their Cheeto-dust fingers all over their tiny little pricks.
We pull up to my apartment, and I consider inviting them inside. Like, I’m not saying that I’m in desperate need of another taste of their dicks right now or anything…
But then Eric hits the pothole right in front of the building, and Chase twists my nipple beneath my tank top.
On second thought, that’s exactly what I need.
But then I remember—Holly-Anne. She already gave me enough shit about fucking the dudes at the gym the last time I came back all post-orgasmic and glowy.
While I’m hungry for a round two with Chase and Eric, I’m not exactly looking forward to a round two of horny story time with Holly-Anne right now.
Eric grabs the door for me, and Chase pops our seat belt off. With a thrust of his hips, he has me tumbling out of the car and right into Eric’s arms.
“Look at you.” I giggle. “Always there to catch me when I fall.”
“For a pretty thing like you, I always will be,” Eric says, stealing another kiss. He tastes amazing—of fucking course he does. Everything about these guys is too delicious to be real.
“It’s a privilege, really,” Chase says.
Eric pushes me back into Chase’s arms, and then I’m spinning. Chase cups my jaw in his big, calloused hand as he steals a kiss of his own.
Oh, they’re real, alright. I just can’t let Holly-Anne see us like this, or else I’ll never hear the fucking end of it.
But before I can inform them that I’ll carry the protein shakes in by myself, they’ve already got the trunk popped open and half a dozen boxes in each of their arms.
“Oh, guys, no,” I protest. “It’s okay. I’ll carry them in. You don’t need to—”
The fuckers just laugh at me, though.
“They’re heavy boxes, Kara,” Chase tells me.