Page 45 of Right Side of Paradise

Worth the Wait

There were some things in life you could only understand if you experienced them; I fully believed this was one of those moments.

My imagination couldn’t conceive Christian and Rico on their knees for me, their tongues worshipping my pussy together, but here I was living it.

I was on Soul’s lap, legs spread, and toes pointed while they ruined me from every angle.

The only reprieve I got was Rico pumping two fingers inside of me while he tongue fucked Christian and Soul rolled my hard nipples between his fingertips.

I didn’t know where to look. No matter where my gaze landed, I was overwhelmed.

Heads bobbing.

Tongues lapping.

Rico pulling his drenched fingers out of me and offering them to Soul for a taste, as he crashed his mouth into Christian’s again.

Too much.

So, I closed my eyes and let my head loll back on Soul’s shoulder.

Just as Christian’s mouth covered my sex again.

“Chriiis,” I whined low in my throat.

Rico freed his fingers from Soul’s mouth with a pop and went back to stretching me.

“You taste good on him, Harley baby,” Soul praised, angling my head so he could taste my tongue.

I whimpered.

Tears were burning my eyes.

Christian was moaning against my clit.

And Rico was pushing my legs farther apart so he could dip his head to kiss my thighs like a man devouring his favorite meal.

Too much.

Then he stopped pumping in and out of me and let me savor the steady fullness of his thick fingers while Chris sucked my clit into his mouth over and over again.

We were so fucking nasty. I loved it. Craved it. Nobody could make me feel the way they did, and they loved me so good, while loving each other at the same time.

Desire dripped from Soul’s voice. “You ready to come for us again?”

“N-no, I can’t.” I’d already lost count of how many times I’d come since we got home. I couldn’t catch my breath. Couldn’t do anything but writhe and cry and come .

Soul’s touch roughened. He kneaded my tits and tugged at my piercings until I arched against him, making a mess on his hard dick beneath me.

Rico’s grip was just as punishing against my thighs.

And Christian still hadn’t come up for air. I was lost to the friction of his beard against my pussy and the suction of his tongue against my clit.

“You’ll take what we give you,” Soul promised quietly, nipping at my neck. “Because you like it when we use you. That’s why you come so hard every time. Right, baby?”

Right .

What were they doing to me? All this, and nobody had been inside of me yet. I just wanted to reach down and put his dick inside of me already.

Rico’s fingers felt good.

So good.

But I needed the stretch and pain that only Soul’s girth could give me to satisfy this craving.

It was a need.

Christian and Rico were kissing again.

While Rico’s thumb massaged my clit and Soul’s lips left his mark on my neck.

I still needed more.

Still needed him inside of me. Stretching me until it hurt and fucking me until the pain was gone.

The trembling in my legs didn’t catch me off guard anymore. Neither did the orgasm rolling through me. I cried into Soul’s mouth and let him kiss me until the shaking stopped.

“That’s our girl.” He kissed me sweetly, despite the unyielding grip he had on my piercings. “I knew you could take it.”

“Please fuck me,” I begged. “I’ll do anything you want?—”

Just then, the wet sound of my arousal coated the living room as Rico fucked his fingers in and out of me. “I think this pussy is ready for you, Soul.” He pushed deep . All the way to the knuckle, then he moved his fingers up and down in a scissoring motion.

I was greedy, so even though it wasn’t the dick I wanted stretching me, I rocked my hips with abandon and humped his hand.

Watching me with hooded eyes, Christian licked his lips and pulled his pretty dick out of his shorts. On cue, saliva pooled in my mouth.

Rico looked at Soul over my shoulder, his eyes dark, and face covered in my arousal. “Look how bad she wants you. I love tasting her on Christian’s face, but she wants to come on that fat ass dick now. Right, baby?”

“Yes.” My voice cracked, but all I could focus on was Soul lifting me by the hips with ease, while Rico stroked his dick and lined him up at my entrance.

Soul hissed and lowered me onto him, rocking against Rico’s grip on his shaft and up into me.

Rolling my hips, I let my eyes close and savored the tight fit.

This was good. He was perfect. I needed this every day for the rest of my life.

My mouth formed an O, and something salty hit my tongue.

Correction— something salty and heavy hit my tongue.

Obediently, my cheeks hollowed before my eyes clashed with Christian’s. “Relax your jaw, sweetheart.”

His hand held my face, caressing until I followed his command. He fucked my throat while I bounced on Soul’s dick.

And when Soul flipped me over to deep stroke me from the back, Christian followed.

He sat down on the cushion beside me and brought my head to his lap.

I licked the underside of his dick and groaned when Soul pounded me so hard I couldn’t close my mouth around Christian’s length.

My drool gathered on his tip and thighs, evidence of the sloppy job I was doing.

Hard and needy for attention, my tightened nipples brushed against the couch, taking the stimulation for what it was and sending every pulse of pleasure straight to my clit.

Soul spread me open and fucked into me with enough force to make his balls smack my clit with every thrust.

Mouth and pussy full, I had no choice but to come. That’s what I was good for. Letting them use me until the pleasure was inevitable and all my senses gave way to a perfect storm.

My orgasm sent Soul into his own whimpering release.

“Harley, you made me come.” He collapsed on my back, his cum warm inside of me. He held my hips down from behind and emptied every drop.

My eyes rolled back, and a low hum filled my chest, vibrating against Christian’s tip. I was full of Soul’s cum because I earned it. I made him come for me, and Christian was next.

I wanted to see Rico. Needed him too. But I couldn’t hold my head up for more than a second to see where he was.

My slurping sounds joined Soul’s erratic breathing. He hadn’t moved since he came and I didn’t want him to.

“Fuck, I feel it coming,” Christian moaned. He tangled his hands in my hair, holding my head still.

My tongue. My chin. My lips. His cum was everywhere, spilling out of him in rivulets.

Salty.

Warm.

Mine.

Christian freed my hair, but I didn’t go far.

I rested my head on his thigh with Soul still on my back and his cum still on my tongue.

That’s when I noticed Rico on his knees, his face level with mine and his eyes burning with lust and desperation.

“Kiss me,” he pleaded. “I just want to taste him on you.”

Oh, Rico.

I wanted to whisper the words, but I kissed him instead, letting him lick Christian’s cum out of my mouth and wring me of the waning energy I had left.

I fell asleep sandwiched between Soul and Christian, with Rico back on his feet and standing in front of us.

The last thought I had was how hard his dick was against his thigh.

He hadn’t come.

Yawning, I vowed I wasn’t done with him yet. I just needed to shut my eyes for a second.