Page 59 of Right Side of Paradise

More Than Enough

Tears leaked from the corner of my eyes and drool seeped out of my mouth, running down my chin.

It was the sloppiest head I’d ever given, yet the sexiest I’d ever felt.

Christian and Soul were tongue fucking each other above me, and the rug burned my knees as I alternated taking each of them down my throat.

Massaging his balls, I gagged on Soul’s girth until his hand laced through my hair and held me there. I relaxed my jaw and let my moans vibrate until I was sure his piercing was hitting the back of my throat.

Instead of letting me go, he got caught up and started fucking my mouth in deep slow strokes that had my lips flush with his pubic bone.

“Harley,” he groaned, his control breaking.

My clit throbbed every time a pleased sound escaped their mouths, and the plug he’d slipped in my ass before dinner didn’t feel like enough.

I wanted to be fuller . I deserved to be fuller.

Because my fingers weren’t enough, and they were too busy stroking Christian while Soul continued to fuck my throat.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.” That was all the warning I got before he pulled out of me with a pop .

My cheeks hurt from being hollowed so long and my jaw was so damn sore, but I wanted Christian to feel it too.

Wanted him as on the edge as Soul was.

I rose up on my knees and took half of his length in my mouth, letting my tongue massage the underside and my desperate sounds vibrate up and down his shaft.

Then I pulled him out of my mouth.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

His erection landed against the tip of my tongue. Loud and hard. Through my tears, I stared up at him, loving the way his jaw flexed when he looked down at me.

Loving the way his chest heaved when I swallowed him down again.

Loving the way he lost his restraint and fucked into my mouth while Soul went back to kissing him.

With both hands, I twisted my grip around his dick and focused on the tip.

Sucking.

Drooling.

Moaning.

It was a mess. I was a mess.

And my man loved it.

I knew it because I felt him swell in my mouth before he pulled out of me with a sudden jerk and growled, “Get on the bed, sweetheart. All fours.”

Sliding a sneaky glance at Rico in the corner of the room, I did what I was told and climbed up on the edge of the bed.

On my knees, I wined my hips, silently begging for more.

I didn’t have to wait long for what was next because Soul’s mouth was on my pussy, eating me from the back.

I knew it from the greedy stroke of his tongue and the absence of facial hair chafing my skin while he ate.

Unprepared for the way he buried his nose in my sex, I collapsed on the bed, reaching for something I couldn’t name.

My hands grasped at nothing until they found purchase on the sheets.

Being on all fours went out the window when my piercings slid against the sheets and the friction had me doing it again and again. Moving back and forth against the bed for friction and Soul’s tongue for pressure, I could feel my release building.

Close.

So fucking close.

The fullness in my ass and his tongue on my clit was a beautiful combination.

Desire hummed through my veins and muffled, incoherent words found my lips.

Yes. Fuck yes.

I was coming. Creaming all over Soul’s face.

He ate me until I stopped quivering.

But it was a false reprieve.

Because Christian slammed into me with my next breath and followed me when I fell flat on the bed. I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. He didn’t care. He pumped into me on my stomach, his dick touching undiscovered parts of me.

The plug felt deeper from this angle.

With the weight of Christian on my back and the slant of his hips when he pushed into me, I was losing it.

My mind.

My breath.

My tiny sliver of control.

It was all gone.

Every last ounce of it.

Until he stopped. Pulling out of me and leaving me on the bed with my cheek pressed into the mattress and my pussy leaking.

There was wetness all over the inside of my thighs.

Still, I wanted more.

Why wasn’t he fucking me?

Roughly, I was pulled back onto my knees.

Then the plug in my ass was moving in and out with ease. I was already used to the width of it and threw my ass back to meet the shallow thrusts.

Two fingers sank into my heat, massaging my walls in tandem with my ass.

Yes.

I needed this.

On their own, my hips kept moving.

I didn’t know if the strangled sound I heard was Rico or Christian, but I wasn’t on my knees much longer after I heard it.

Christian picked me up and kissed me like my mouth wasn’t a mess. When I wrapped my legs around him, Soul came up behind me and fucked the plug in and out of me. Over and over. He kissed my shoulder, the center of my back, anywhere his lips could land.

Before I knew it, I was climaxing against Christian’s stomach, the steady thrusting in and out of my ass all I needed to get me there.

The man holding me cursed against my lips and kissed me harder.

All while Soul pulled the plug out of me and licked the shell of my ear.

“You want more, Harley baby?”

“Yes…please…I need more,” I begged. Still breathless, still coming down from the orgasm that had me leaking on Christian.

“I want you to sit on Christian’s dick while I fuck you here.” His finger pushed inside of me until I moved up and down, mindlessly seeking more fullness.

That seemed to be all I craved tonight. More and more fullness. And they gave it to me so well.

Without letting me go, Christian moved to the center of the bed and eased me down on him.

I sat there, unmoving and stared into his eyes.

The tenderness and warmth in his stare wrapped around me like a warm hug.

Soul moved around the bed, tossing lube and a condom near us before he crawled to us.

With a firm press of his hand on my back, he pushed until my chest was flat against Christian’s.

“I’m gonna give you two fingers, Harley. I’ll stop whenever you tell me to. You understand?”

“Yes,” I choked the moment he pushed past my tight hole again.

It was nothing like having my pussy fingered and stretched, and I didn’t think I’d ever get used to it.

It didn’t hurt; it felt euphoric, but the pressure had my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I unknowingly began moving on Christian.

Soul pumped in and out of my ass as I fucked myself on Christian’s dick.

“You look so pretty letting us use you, sweetheart.”

Christian grabbed my face, connecting our lips hungrily.

“Soul stretching you out good?”

“ Yes .”

“You ready for him to fuck your ass while I take care of this pussy?”

“Y-yesss.”

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I know,” I cried into his chest. “I love you too. So much.”

As I said the words, Soul spread my ass and nudged at my entrance.

More lube.

More pushing.

The sting was something I couldn’t prepare for, and a mixture of a sob and a moan got muffled against Christian’s chest.

Soul pulled my hips back and worked himself deeper.

“You’re taking it well, Harley baby.”

That was all I needed. To know I was doing a good job.

After a minute, I shifted, seeking comfort. Soul hissed.

“Please don’t move, Harley. Or I’m gonna come before I get to enjoy being inside of you like this.”

So, I didn’t.

I matched my breaths to his and only let my hips jerk when his thighs started slapping my ass.

There was no space left to fill in me, and my chest shook with a shuddering breath. It was a sigh. It was relief, and awe, and love wrapped up in one.

I was full because of them. Satisfied because of them. They made me feel like I was floating. Like the ground wasn’t real, and I was suspended in this realm with them.

It made sense that pleasing them was all I wanted to do.

I became consumed with it, letting them stroke me until my walls contracted. Knowing Rico was watching the whole thing and there was nothing he could do about it.

Sandwiched between them, I cried out my content when they came seconds apart. Soul filled the condom while Chris’ warm cum filled my sex and dripped out of me.

Oh, God.

I hissed with Soul when he left my body. As soon as he was gone, I missed him with an intensity that scared me. I didn’t know how we were supposed to go back to making love any other way than this.

Christian lifted me off him and I rolled onto the bed beside him, my eyes clashing with Rico’s.

He looked too sated—too unapologetic .

Propping myself up on my elbow, I studied him through my sluggish haze.

“Come here.”

Rico stood up and his walk to me was just as unapologetic as his expression.

My limbs felt like jelly when he bent down to scoop me up.

I was in his arms bridal style when my question tumbled from my lips. “You already came for us?”

“I’m a lot of things, baby.” His lips brushed my jaw. “But at the end of the day, I’m just a man. You thought I wasn’t coming, watching Soul lose control when he felt how tight you were?”