Page 26 of Cuervo's Carnival
“Please,” she whimpers, her voice drenched with need.
“I think we have teased her enough,” I say, swiping my tongue across her pulsing clit once more, making her squirm. “Eyes on us when we taste you. We want to see you come undone when we fuck you together with our tongues, pretty girl.”
She hoists her torso up like the good fucking girl she is, so she can watch us consume her here for all the spirits to see.
Curling my tongue, I begin working it deep into her tender flesh. She lets out a receptive moan that unleashes an intense hunger within me, causing me to thrust the length of my tongue into her center. I close my eyes, getting lost in her tight slit, when I feel the slippery warmth of Paxton’s tongue lapping over mine.
The warmth that pours from her swollen lips as our tongues weave in and out of each other’s mouths begins to ease my worries.
As Paxton follows my lead, I shift my hand from pinning her knee downward to cupping her ass, aggressively squeezing it. We lift her up so that she is raised from the ground. We begin massaging the plump flesh of her bottom as we make out overtop her dripping cunt. Caressing her curves while our tongues crash into one another’s, becoming one at her center.
And it’s in these moments of lust and vulnerability that the anxiety of moments before begins to melt away. It’s in these moments that I give my broken self to the only two equally broken people who make me feel whole. They are better than drugs, for being with them is rapturous.
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Lola
Together,they widen the gap between where my knees are bent, spreading me to accommodate their slithering tongues that dance at my entrance.
In blissful unison, they continue to work me, until I feel Cillian drag his piercing against the opening of my wet center, adding subtle flicks and nibbles with his teeth on my flesh that make my inner walls pulse. The mixture of the cool steel embedded in Cillian’s tongue and Paxton’s attention on my clit causes me to let out a squeal I didn’t even know I was capable of.
Still propped up on bent elbows, watching them devour me as they instructed me to, I become lost in waves of rapture. The more I witness their sharp facial features mesh into one at my needy flesh, the more I feel the uncontrollable urge to give into my climax that lingers on the horizon.
Even though I want nothing more than to feel the ripple of pleasure they give me work its way through my body, coming undone at their mercy, I am not ready. I want to prolong this feeling. I want to extend the time I am being held captive by their shared lapping at my aching cunt.
Their vision of me staring at them diminishes as they both close their lids. Taking this as my opportunity to extend the pleasure I am experiencing, I slowly lower myself from my propped position to the desolate ground we lay on.
The moment my body begins to descend, their mouths follow my movement, sinking deeper into my opening, increasing their hold on my thighs. Their palms suddenly feel like they are beyond my flesh and, instead, searing their pressure against my bones.
I yelp from the intoxicating concoction of twisted bliss and pain, arching my back so its curvature creates a gap off the ground. The space between the small of my back and the earth does not remain for long. I feel the void filled by a hand that creeps its way up, as if to distract me from the sound of bare flesh being spanked.
Its echo travels through me, causing me to bite down on my lip, bracing myself for the next attack on my supple bottom. Sure enough, I feel a gust of quick, cool air brush against my lower half before I feel another spank at the meaty flesh of my ass. Paxton’s rings elevate the stinging of my freshly spanked skin, which sears through my core, resulting in my already slick slit to begin dripping in its wake.
The palm that hovers at my back now twists, moving me up with it and forcing me to return to my upright position. The abrasiveness of the movement causes the exposed soil to rub against my bottom the way a rug burn would.
Now sitting upward, I am met with a smirk deepening along Paxton’s face. Even in the dusk, his blue eyes pierce through me. Entranced by the way Pax clicks his tongue, reprimanding me in condescending silence, I don’t notice Cillian loosen his grip from my back.
I’m only made aware of his movement when a shadow forms in my peripheral. Even kneeled, his height towers over me.
Slowly, he leans forward until he makes contact with my chin. He gently rubs it with his thumb, before digging his remaining digits into my cheek. Tilting my trapped jaw upward, he grits his teeth before bringing them mere inches from mine.
“We said eyes on us,” he breathes. The raspy tone of his voice meant to lecture me does the opposite. It fuels my yearning for them while melting me at his rough touch.
I part my lips to speak, but before I can hit him with a feisty retort, the sliver of fading light that hangs above us in the sky highlights my fresh arousal on his lips. The glistening reminder of where his mouth was just stationed moments ago makes me grin.
He squeezes my chin tighter, forcing my cheeks together. “Something amusing you, wicked one?” he begins. “Last time I checked, we take pleasing you very seriously. So, if you want to come in either of our mouths, I suggest you wipe that smirk off your pretty face,” he growls.
I twist my neck to the side, breaking his chokehold on my chin so I can speak. “I like the way my cum looks on your lips,” I pant, tilting my hips upward in Paxton’s face, reminding him of what they need to finish.
Following the way my hips buck in his face, Paxton extends his neck, so his mouth falls on my throbbing center, placing a slow and sensual kiss against my entrance. Pressing my pelvis forward, I bring my hand to the crown of his head, but he reaches back with a bent arm, stopping me.
A sinister laugh is shared between the two of them.
“Now, I’ll ask you,” I begin, snapping my neck toward Cillian before darting my eyes down in Paxton’s direction, “something amusing?”
Cillian draws an exaggerated breath outward, as Paxton bends my knees farther before wrapping his palms on either side of my thighs.
“What’s so funny?” I repeat.
