Page 32 of Twisted Devotion
A few more bounces up and down with the pressure on my clit is enough to push me over the edge. My pussy is pulsing around Bo’s length, and any strength I had left in my legs is nonexistent. I fall back to my knees, Bo’s cock filling me completely, and as I’m coming back from the orgasmic bliss, Bo’s stomach flexes. His balls draw up, and every jerk of his cock inside of me is almost enough to make me come again.
I let him fill me up completely as he falls back to the mattress, thinking we’re done, but he has another treat for the night.
I’m off his cock and immediately scooting up his body to sit on his face. “Clean up your mess like the good boy I know you are.” My brows raise in question at the shocked look on his face, but my head falls back onto my shoulders as the first swipe of his tongue slides through my folds.
Bo murmurs against my cunt, “Mmm, we taste good together.”
Audrey walks toward us. “Let me taste.”
But I need to taste her first. Grabbing the hand that she had in her cunt, I suck her two fingers into my mouth, looking directly into her eyes and hollowing my cheeks. Then I grab the back of her neck, pulling her lips to mine for a heated kiss.
“You’re getting double-stuffed the next time, Ma’am. That was torture watching from afar, not being able to touch your pretty cunt.” I grab her by the front of her neck and whisper, “Never again, right?”
She nods her head, breathless, and not from the hand around her throat but the words coming out of my mouth.
“Good. Now, Bo, let your wife taste us.”
I scoot back, and she’s pressing her lips to his before I can even get situated back on his now soft cock.
Audrey whispers, “That was so fucking hot.”
Bo agrees, “It was.”
“I want to watch you fill her up more often.” Audrey climbs up onto the other side of the bed and pats the mattress in the middle of Bo and her, and I climb up there because what the hell else do I have to lose?
I’ve already fucked clients of mine, a co-worker, and my best friend’s goddamn parents.
What’s it going to hurt to cuddle up in bed with them?
I chuckle. “I thought I had remembered a breeding kink checked on your intake paperwork at Sin’s.” The devious look onAudrey’s face is telling me everything I need to know. “Plus, I’ve always wanted to do that.”
Bo questions, “Do what?”
“Be filled and then get cleaned up.” I smile down at him. “That was my first time fucking without a condom.”
Audrey’s voice rises about two octaves higher than normal. “Ever?!”
“Ever.” I nod and smile at the shocked expressions they’ve both seemed to wear tonight.
Bo groans as he sits up. “Shower time and then we can get all the cuddles in.”
Do I ever shower with people?
Nope.
Do I ever cuddle afterwards?
Nope.
Am I giddier than a pig in shit?
Yep.
Even with their oversized, step-in shower, and more shower heads than I can count, we’re in and out of there quicker than I can even gawk over it. I think we’re all exhausted from work, plus all the new things we’ve explored together. By the time we all hit the bed, I feel like I’m drifting in and out of sleep faster than I would like.
I’m in the middle of them, their limbs draped over all parts of my body, and I’ve never felt more at home in my life than I do now.
We rest in comfortable silence soaking up one another’s company, and Bo whispers, “We had to be without you for two years. Please stay just this one night.”
