Page 35 of Fatal Scheme

“Ty?” Jasper attempts to bring him into what’s happening, and finally he looks up at us – half-naked and on the precipice of fucking right next to him – with a fire lit behind his deep brown eyes.

“Carter, spin around and ride him,” he orders, and I can’t help but smile, the beast choosing to come out and play with us.

In record time, the three of us strip each other, the rest of the world fading away as we fall into what we do best.

As Tyson wishes, I slowly hover over Jasper’s cock, lining him to my entrance and when I sink all the way down, I can feel him in every part of me, this position stretching me in completely new ways.

Slowly, I move my hips, attempting to gain rhythm as I look up at Tyson, a devilish grin on his face as I ride his brother cowgirl style.

“Does our cock whore want to be filled?” He growls, his voice so low I almost don’t recognize it, but I eagerly nod, wanting to chase the euphoria I feel when they’re both inside of me.

“Words, Carter.”

“Please, Tyson. Please fuck my mouth while I ride Jasper,” I beg, and he hums in approval, taking my chin in between his thumb and index finger.

“That’s my good girl. Such a perfect little whore,” he says, forcing my mouth open and immediately spitting onto my tongue before slapping it with his fully hard cock.

Patiently, I keep my mouth open and tongue out just as he likes, waiting for the moment he slides all the way in, desperate for him to choke me in the ways he does the best, and when I whimper in frustration, he smiles again – teasing me becoming his favorite way to test how far I’m willing to submit to him.

“Fuck, Ty, she’s soaked,” Jasper rasps, his hands gripping my hips so hard I’m sure there will be bruises, but that only makes me pick up the pace, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing around the room.

Finally, Tyson gives me everything, slowly sliding his cock down my throat, forcing me to take him base to tip, and I gag around him, the heightened sensation already mixing with the pleasure building in my belly.

“Hold it, baby girl,” he orders, fisting my hair and keeping my body perfectly positioned how he wants.

I do everything I can to please him, to follow his orders to the letter, and even with tears slipping down my cheeks, he continues to ravage my throat until I’m ready to tap, but at the last second he pulls all the way out, allowing me a deep breath.

“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are when my cock is stuffed down your throat?” He kisses me tenderly, replacing his rougher side with the gentle one, and I fall apart in his arms, his words enough to send me over the edge.

My limbs go numb as I shake from the orgasm, Jasper not letting me slow down for a second as the waves work through my body, my vision blurred as I come down from the highest of highs.

“I need you, Tyson.” I look up at him, a mess of tears and drool, but he doesn’t even hesitate, lifting me off Jasper and nearly tossing me onto the floor.

“Suck his cock, baby girl, and don’t stop until you swallow every single drop.” He smacks my ass, the stinging sensation causing me to yelp, but he doesn’t allow me a second to recuperate, slowly inching himself inside me as I adjust to being on all fours.

“Come here, Principessina. I’ll go easy on you.” Jasper grins, bending down to kiss me, his teeth scraping my bottom lip as he pulls away.

Using one hand, I stroke his length, my release streaking along his cock and something inside me turns feral as I run my tongue on the underside of him, tasting myself while Tyson finally bottoms out, filling me to the absolute hilt.

Spitting into my hand, I mix my release and saliva as I stroke Jasper’s cock at an excruciatingly slow pace, causing him to tip his head back against the wall, a groan escaping his chest as I tease him in all the right ways.

Just as I slip my lips around Jasper’s cock, pushing myself to take him all the way, Tyson slams into me at a punishing pace, my moans stifled by the cock lodged down my throat, and I swear, the both of them team up against me, giving me everything they know I can handle, turning me into the human form of a puddle.

“She’s so close, Ty. I can feel it,” Jasper informs, his ability to read my body like a tarot card impressive, making it easier to trust him during these moments when my body is at its most vulnerable.

A hand snakes down between my legs, rubbing my clit as we all chase our orgasm, and Jasper lets go first, shooting his release straight into my throat, holding my hair until I swallow around him, not wasting a single drop.

In turn, I explode all over Tyson, my body rattling against his as I finally am able to let out a scream, one that pierces around the room, ricocheting off the walls.

“Stay on your knees, Carter,” Tyson orders, and I sit up ever so slightly, opening my mouth and waiting for him with my tongue out, exactly as he likes. “Fucking hell, baby girl. You. Are. Perfect.”

He thrusts into my mouth, accentuating his words with the act, and I wrap my hands around his thighs, relinquishing all control as his body tenses in response, allowing him to spill his release down my throat, finding a place inside of me to mix with Jasper’s.

“Jesus Christ,” I breathe, flopping onto the floor after another round of intense, emotionally satisfying sex between the three of us that further blurs the line of business versus pleasure.

Tonight changed everything between the three of us – whether they feel it or not – and almost everything I’ve been holding back from them wants to spill out, a strong desire invading my rational thoughts to give them as much of the real Carter that I possibly can.

I’m at a loss on how to navigate my dedication to the Cassini family, as well as these two men, but somehow, I need to seamlessly blend my lives, making room for everyone as I take the throne.