Instead, he focused on her face.
“I thought Armand had the best seat, but I think I do. I get to watch the way your body reacts each time you go down on his cock. I get to watch the way your nipples harden like cherry pits, so tempting I just want to bite them.”
He loved the way she was open. Never shy or embarrassed about her body or needs. Always willing to try new things and new positions. He looked forward to a lifetime of bringing her rapture. He could afford this one night to share her and be civil with Armand. It wouldn’t be easy, but he could do it.
He watched her climax and could barely wait another second.
Shayla could barely keep it together. Her body was on fire. She liked the way Bastian stared at her while Armand fucked her pussy. She moistened her fingers with her tongue and brought them to her clit. Slowly she circled her fingers and smiled. She enjoyed the tortured expression on Bastian’s face. In retaliation, he wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it from base to tip. God, she wanted to taste him. Fill her mouth with his saltiness. At the same time Armand’s big thick cock had her pussy spread unbelievably wide.
“Work that clit,” Armand whispered. “I want you touch yourself while I fuck you good.”
She nodded and circled her fingers in a swift, steady pace. Bastian ran his tongue along his lips and kept tugging his cock. Shayla could feel the climax building. She wanted to come because she knew what was next. She’d have them both, the way she preferred. The way it was meant to be.
Armand pumped up into her so hard she could barely keep from falling.
“Come, Shayla . Hurry.”
Her hand burned from working her clit, but she didn’t let up.
“Mm, yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I’m close, I’m close, just like that, just like that. Oh god, yes.”
The release was crazy sweet the way it slammed through her. She barely had time to catch her breath when her lovers helped her turn around. Now she faced Armand. Her legs were sore from the chair arms, but she didn’t care. A little discomfort was so worth the pleasure.
She started to ride Armand’s cock and welcomed the cool liquid Bastian coated her ass with . His fingers toyed with her tight opening briefly before in one quick motion he entered her.
Shayla moaned into the bliss, all stretched and full of cock. She was so completely soaked that her cream ran down her inner thighs.
“We want to hear you, sweets. Let it all go when you climax and fill this house with your lusty cries.”
They’d get an earful all right. Armand and Bastian thrust relentlessly into her. Intent on getting her off. Their bodies were incredibly close. All mashed together. Slick and slippery. The scent of their arousal strong and permeating the air. Her entire body was high on constant stimulation. She felt things more than before. Each movement bringing her to a heightened state that she didn’t believe existed. This was their final showdown. Not the incredible sex from last night—that had been the cake. Now she was getting the icing, and it would be the sweetest of memories.
Their grunts grew in volume. The tightness in her belly started to come undone. She should be sad that this was the last time to be with them, but instead she milked it with everything she had. It felt so damn good. Most women could only fantasize about two immaculate lovers. She had the real thing.
“Scream it, love,” Armand pleaded.
Despite the ache in her legs and the kink in her side, she let them take her body until she couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Yes. I’m going to come right the fuck now.”
She screamed their names as they simultaneously climaxed.
Shayla crumpled forward into Armand with Bastian’s arms draped over her back. Her body jolted every few seconds and made her gasp.
She refused to let this be the last time. She pulled away from their stronghold and stood with her hands on her hips.
“You are incredible. As lovers, as friends,
Marina Dyachenko, Sergey Dyachenko