Page 17 of Too Far

Fuck. My heart just about leaps out of my chest at his command.

Kylian wipes at his chin and grins at me. He offers a hand to help me up. Once I’m steady on my feet, I sink to my knees.

Then I do as I’m told and fucking crawl.

My breasts sway and my hips swing as I close the space between us.

“Ah, fuck,” Kylian murmurs reverently from behind.

Kendrick chuckles. “Hang in there, Boy Genius. You’re gonna get yours.”

At the base of Kendrick’s chair, I kneel before him, my legs spread wide and my head tipped back in submission.

“Goddamn, Jojo. You’re so fucking pretty.” He swipes at my bottom lip, then cradles my head in his hands. “She’s a good fucking girl, isn’t she, Kyl?”

“She is,” Kylian murmurs in my ear.

His proximity startles me, but I relax again immediately and tip back, seeking his touch.

Kendrick’s grip on my head tightens to keep me from arching away.

“Who’s the boss?” he chides.

“You, K,” I whisper as arousal drips down my thighs.

“Who gives you pleasure, Mama?”

My smile widens. “You, Kendrick.” This time when I tip back, he releases my head. “And Daddy,” I purr, finding Kylian’s mouth for a hurried, sloppy kiss.

The combination of my flavor and Kendrick’s on his tongue makes my pussy convulse.

“Hey now,” K scolds playfully. Gripping my chin and turning my face, he regards me. “Don’t you think your Daddy deserves to come?”

“Yes,” I reply without hesitation.

“You’re gonna suck him off right here in this chair while I eat your ass.”

I practically black out as his words register, but I’m quickly pulled back to the moment when he rises, lifts me off the ground, and makes way.

“Sit,” he tells Kylian.

The boys swap positions. Kylian lowers into the chair as Kendrick trails a finger over my shoulders and down the length of my spine before dipping between my ass cheeks.

“You don’t stop for anything,” K whispers, his voice husky and heated. He presses into my back, his hips encouraging me forward.

Kylian fists his cock in one hand.

“Suck him,” K commands.

I’ve barely begun when big hands spread me open from behind. Kendrick dives in without preamble, pulling my puckered hole open and exploring with his tongue.

“Goddamn, Mama,” he grunts, alternating long licks with greedy plunges.

Every time his tongue breaches the ring of muscle, I whimper.

Every time I whimper, Kylian fucks my mouth harder.

We’re a chain of indulgence, perfectly in sync as we careen toward mutual pleasure.