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Who’s the Naughty One?

W illow

My brain comes back online as I hear Braveheart say, … just getting started.

I don’t know if I was fully asleep or just so blissed out I lost the ability to think for a moment, but I’m awake enough now to chuckle.

“Just getting started?” I ask as I look over at him with a feline smile. He may be the one with some feline DNA, but I feel like a cat who just ate cream.

They’re flanking me, my two mates. Both on their sides, leaning their heads on their hands, elbows cocked. Bookends. Gorgeous, naked, huge, hyper-masculine bookends.

I dig deep to find the energy to sit up and face them, kneeling with my ass on my heels at the foot of the bed so I can see them both. I just want a moment to drink them in. Then I pounce.

I lean to suck Valor, after all, he just gave me the most intense orgasm of my life. Braveheart was right, we are just getting started.

As I bend toward him, I reach behind me to grip Braveheart’s cock. It wasn’t hard to find even though I wasn’t looking in his direction. It’s humongous. I tug him closer so I don’t pull my arm out of the socket, then bend to tease my tongue up Valor’s thigh.

That’s right, Willow, suck me . His voice is deep and rough, even in my head.

Braveheart scoots close, curls against me, encloses his hand over mine, and helps me jack him so I can focus my attention on Valor.

Just as Valor burrowed his head between my legs a moment ago, I do the same to him. I want to suck his cock, but even more urgent, I want to be buried between his legs to smell his potent scent.

Dipping my head, I lick a swath from under his heavy ballsac up farther, then slide along his prodigious length to the lip of his head. Catching his gaze, I keep our eyes locked as my tongue skates around the rim, first one way and then the other.

It’s only now, having his full and utter attention, that I swipe the beaded pre-cum off his tip. It’s rich and tangy and perfectly Valor.

He grabs himself at the root and paints more of his essence on my lips, then taps me, almost as if he’s asking permission to enter my mouth. I ease onto him, opening my jaw until it pops so I can accommodate him.

I’ve waited forever for this. To feel him inside me, to taste his skin on my tongue. I was never great at multi-tasking. I think I’m failing miserably trying to pleasure Braveheart with my palm as I bob on Valor’s cock. He takes pity on me as he manages the operation, using my hand to pleasure himself.

Valor’s fucking my mouth from below. I’m his receptacle as he thrusts into me, his huge palm on the back of my head to keep me right where he wants me.

That’s right, Willow. Take me. So good.

I love his praise as he pummels into me, never pushing so deep I gag, but going as far as I can take.

Braveheart slips from my grip and moves under me. After he lifts my hips, I feel his tongue in my channel. He’s on his back, sprawled across the bed with me spread wide, riding his face.

Braveheart is eating me from below, and Valor is pressing into me as I hang on for the wild ride.

I’m so aroused, it doesn’t take long for Braveheart’s facile tongue and clever fingers to bring me to climax. Even with Valor’s cock deep in my mouth, I manage to moan as my body spasms in delight. Intense pleasure burns through me like a sky ablaze with heat lightning.

As my final contractions fade, Valor spills down my throat. He was in so deep I barely get a taste of his masculine release. I manage to lick his shaft to gather more of his essence before I lose muscle control and flop my head into Valor’s lap.

I recover quicker this time, and my first thought is of Braveheart.

What’s wrong with this picture ? I ask as I turn to look at him, his lips covered with my cream.

He wordlessly lifts an eyebrow.

The score is two to one to zero. Can’t have that, I say, shaking my finger as if Braveheart were the naughty one.