Page 79 of B is for Beg

“Hold it there.”

“I’ve got you, baby boy,” Gabe says, letting me lean on his arms.

They really have planned this whole thing out, and I’m fucking glad they have. Cal drags my thong down to my knees. His slick finger glides down my crack and then pushes against my entrance.

“You’ve got such a pretty pucker, princess,” he says appreciatively. “I’m going to enjoy thrusting my tongue in there later.”

I whimper. My erection is getting almost painfully heavy. The pressure in my balls is intense. Then he pushes his finger inside me, and I bite out a long, throaty moan.

“Okay, baby boy?”

I nod. “Green, Daddy.”

Gabe holds me steady but also manages to stroke my shoulders as Calvin pushes deeper with his finger, pulls it back, plunges it in again. I swear the bastard strokes my prostate on every thrust on purpose, making it harder and harder for me not to come. Fuck only knows how I’m going to survive riding him without spilling my load everywhere. And yet, even as I think that, I know I’ll manage it because nothing is more important to me than pleasing these two men who I absolutely adore. Calvin adds a second finger, and I liquify around them. The only reason I’m standing is that Gabe has got me.

“Okay, princess, time to ride my big fat cock.”

It is big. And long. And fat. I’ve had it in my mouth. He takes hold of my hips again, slowly guiding me down. I pant as I take him inside me, doing my best to relax. There’s some pain as the fat head of his cock pops through the tightest rings of muscles. Then I’m sitting on his lap, his cock buried inside me, his balls nestled against my arse. He strokes my lower back and presses kisses to my shoulders as I get used to the size of him inside me.

“You good, princess?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes. Green.”

“Good boy.”

He grasps my hips again and controls my movements, making me ride him. I’m not surprised. There’s no fucking way Calvin would ever relinquish control of sex. I’m physically on top, but he’s the Top. The more I moan, the harder he grinds me onto his cock. Gabe stands and watches us, stroking his cock. It’s still soft in his hands, but he’s clearly gaining pleasure from the act despite that. Calvin pulls me up and down, my arse slapping onto his hips every time he drags me down hard. I can’t think straight, so I stop trying. I let go of my thoughts and simply feel. My stare locks onto Gabe, and he looks into my eyes. His are full of lust and something far more complex than that, something that warms my heart and makes my chest squeeze. I smile, my eyelids opening and closing as Calvin pumps me up and down his cock.

“I’m going to fill you, princess,” he gasps, slamming me up and down harder and faster. “I’m going to pump you full of my cum.”

“Yes, please, Sir!”

I feel his length swell and pulse, and then heat fills me. He shudders, groans, and presses, his sweaty forehead against my equally damp back. His hot breath puffs over my skin. His cock pulses a couple more times, and I feel cum leaking out of my arse around his cock.

“That was so good, princess,” he rasps. “Now get on your hands and knees.”

I crawl off his cock, onto the floor, and present my arse to him. His hands part my arse cheeks, and his tongue laps at my entrance. No one has ever done this to me before.

“Oh, Sir,” I groan.

“Do you like me eating your arse?”

“Yes, Sir.”

His tongue pushes inside me, lapping, and he makes the most glorious noises, like my arse and his cum are the ambrosia of the gods. Maybe it is. It’s his cum after all. My arms and legs shake as he continues to eat his cum. I can’t take much more, but I also don’t want it to end. My cock is so hard, so painful I would burst into tears if I wasn’t so fucking high on sex.

“You taste so good, princess,” Calvin says.

When he’s done, he pulls me back onto his lap and cradles me for a few minutes, pressing gentle kisses to my shoulder.

“How are you doing, baby boy?” Gabe asks, sitting beside us. He rubs my thigh.

“I’m good.” I smile and then flop my head back against Calvin.

“You’re sure?”