Page 82 of Her Puck Daddies
Her moans turn breathless, desperate, her body trembling under the intensity of his touch, lost in the pleasure of being devoured.
I strip off my shirt, Sven following suit, the two of us leaving a trail of clothes across the floor as we prepare to claim our home, and our girl, properly.
Eric keeps Ava anchored to the counter, his tongue working her into a writhing mess, her fingers clutching at him, legs shaking. The sound of her orgasm sends a jolt of heat through me, and when she reaches for me blindly, I know she needs more.
Eric pulls back and Sven lifts her effortlessly from the counter, cradling her against his chest as he carries her into the living room. The couch is massive, one of those oversized sectionals we bought specifically for nights like this. He lays her down in the center, his mouth capturing hers in a slow kiss.
I lay beside her, my hands roaming greedily over every curve, mapping the heat of her skin with my fingertips. “You look perfect like this,” I purr, my lips teasing the shell of her ear, trailing down her jaw before dragging my tongue along the sensitive column of her throat. “Like you were made to be ours—every inch of you.”
Eric kneels at the foot of the couch, his gaze dark as he spreads her thighs apart again. “Sheisours.”
But before he buries his face between her thighs, Sven sits on the other side of her, his hand digging into the coffee table’s hidden drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. With a slow squeeze, he slicks himself up, the obscene sound filling the air.
"I need you to be my bad girl tonight," he growls, fisting his cock. "Come sit on me. I want to feel that tight little ass stretch around me, watch you take every inch while he fucks you hard from the front.”
Without saying a word, she stands, turns around, and straddles him slowly, her back arching against his chest. Sven’s hands grip her ass, spreading her open as he drags the head of his cock against her tight hole. “I need you to ride this cock until you you’re so wrecked you can barely stand,” he huffs, and in one smooth, unrelenting thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, forcing a strangled gasp from her lips as her body fights to take every thick inch.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he grits out, his fingers digging into her hips as he bounces her up and down. “That ass is mine, isn't it, bad girl?”
“Ye-yes, Daddy.”
Ava’s legs tremble as she spreads her legs wider and leans back, hands braced on the cushions, her pussy glistening and open, inviting Eric in. He drops between her thighs, inhaling her scent like a starved man before shoving his tongue deep inside her dripping cunt. He devours her folds, growling against her swollen clit as she writhes helplessly between them.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groans, his voice thick with need. “I could spend all fucking night buried in this sweet little pussy, making you come over and over until you can't speak.”
She gasps, her hands gripping the cushions as pleasure coils deep in her belly. The wet sounds of Eric’s tongue working her mix with Sven’s rough grunts as he thrusts harder, consuming her, owning every inch.
And just when she thinks she can’t take any more, Eric pulls back, his lips glistening with her cum. He stands, his cock hard, ready,teasing her entrance as he leans over her, caging her in with his body. His fingers tangle in her hair, tugging her head back so she’s forced to look at him. Then, he snaps his hip forward, pushing his cock inside her, filling her in one brutal pound.
Ava's eyes roll to the back of her head as she cries out, her body caught in between their need.
“Are you ready to be completely destroyed?” Sven grunts from under her.
"Yes, Daddy."
They take her without mercy, stretching her, using her, smashing her in perfect rhythm.
The room fills with filthy, desperate sounds—moans, gasps, the slick, crude slap of skin on skin.
It’s primal. It’s pure fucking sin. And I need to get in.
With one hole left to claim, I climb onto the couch and stand next to her, my cock throbbing at attention. I grab her by the hair, tilting her face up and toward me. “Open your naughty little mouth,” I growl. “And suck my cock.”
She doesn’t hesitate. Her lips stretch wide as she wraps them around me, sucking deep, hollowing her cheeks. Her breath is ragged, desperate, a soft whimper escaping as she flicks her tongue against my tip before plunging down again, taking me deeper, choking slightly before pulling back with a wet pop. She does it again. And again. She's addicted, swallowing me down like she needs it to breathe.
I fist her hair tighter, my control hanging by a thread. “You like getting your mouth fucked, don’t you?” My voice is nothing but gravel and need.
She nods, but that’s not enough. I grip her chin, forcing her to look up at me, my cock sliding out of her mouth, but still touching her swollen lips. “Say it. I want you to beg for my taste.”
Her pupils blow wide, her expression turning naughty. “Use me. I want you to fuck my throat until I can’t breathe. I want to taste your cum, every last drop, while your cock pulses inside me.”
“That’s my good girl.”
Something snaps inside me. Fisting her hair, I thrust deep, forcing myself down her throat. She gags, her nails digging into my thighs, but she doesn’t pull back. No, she moans around me, sucking harder, her throat clenching. I fuck her mouth without mercy, her spit dripping down her chin, messy, filthy,perfect.
“Fuck,” Eric groans. “That’s hot.”
Sven curses under his breath, his hip jerks turning erratic as he rams up into her from underneath. We’re all on the edge, her body the spark setting us ablaze.