Page 16 of Too Far

The promise of pleasure gathers low in my belly, then tingles up my spine. Bursts of sensation catch in my toes, my calves, up my thighs, and through my torso.

The anticipation is white hot. It’s the kind of orgasm that promises blackout-level bliss.

I’m so close, and I can’t fucking wait.

“Daddy, fuck. Please.” I can’t help it. I’m pleading for something I know he’ll give me.

But then he pulls back and sits up, his face glistening with a mixture of my arousal and Kendrick’s cum.

I yelp at the loss and scramble to sit up, ready to demand he finish what he started.

But Kylian isn’t looking at me.

No, he’s looking to Kendrick, who’s wearing a wicked smirk as smoke billows around him. His legs are wide, his stance relaxed. Somehow, his Calvins have disappeared. He’s lazily tugging on his straining erection, attention fixed on me, like he’s ready for round three.

“I’m not the boss tonight,” Kylian informs me. “Ask him if you can come.”

Fuck. A shot of electricity zings through me.

Am I really being edged by these two?

I’m too lust-drunk and high to sass back and put up a fight.

So I do as I’m told.

“Please, K? I need it. Please let me come.”

His wicked grin turns absolutely devilish. “You can come. Then when you’re done, you can crawl over here and thank me.”

Kylian dives back down, turning all his attention to my tender, needy clit. He laps at me, then presses the flat of his tongue against me, using his whole mouth to grind into me until I’m twisted even tighter than before.

My pussy pulses in anticipation, but the waves of pleasure keep gathering, each one more violent than the last, heating my body from the inside out.

Kylian sinks one finger inside me and expertly navigates to my G-spot, pressing with the perfect amount of pleasure and caressing me inside while never letting up on my clit.

That’s just the trigger I need.

His name is ripped from my throat, followed by Kendrick’s as I lock eyes with him. Kylian doesn’t slow. He keeps lapping at me as I spiral.

K tugs on his cock, timing the pulls with the pulsing of my pussy. “Fuck, that looks like a good one.”

Kylian grunts his agreement but still doesn’t stop.

Finally, it’s too much, and I slam my thighs closed, desperate to give my overstimulated nerves a break.

Kylian scoffs, pries my legs off his head, and spreads me open wider than before.

“Stay,” he murmurs, shifting back to give Kendrick a clear view of my cunt.

“Goddamn,” he murmurs at the sight of me. “She’s so pink and swollen. You love his mouth on you, don’t you, Mama?”

Chest heaving, I sigh. “Yes.”

“You know we’re not done with you, yeah?”

“I know.” Already, heat pools deep in my belly again.

“Once you get feeling back in your legs, get on your hands and knees and crawl to me.”