Page 48 of Too Far

It’s Josephine, ultimately, who always has control.

“I want them both at once,” she declares, glancing over her shoulder to where Kendrick and Locke are sitting side by side on the bench.

“Will you hold my hair for me, Daddy?” she asks Kylian.

Fuck.I swear her words alone have cum leaking from my tip.

Kylian’s sly smile is the only answer he provides before he stands, gathers the loose strands around Josephine’s face, and wraps it around his fist.

“Come,” he grunts. Then, like he’s walking a dog, he guides her across the pontoon boat.

Crawling on hands and knees, she obeys without argument, allowing Kylian to lead her.

They stop in front of the others.

“You heard our girl. She wants you both.”

He tilts Josephine’s head back, exposing her throat. With her face uplifted like this, her swollen lips glisten. She’s wearing the most serene smile as she gazes up at them all.

“And our girl always gets what she wants.” Kylian straddles Josephine’s body from behind, grasps her throat with his free hand, and gives her a sloppy, upside-down kiss.

When he straightens, he keeps his hold on her hair.

“Cocks out. Face each other. Put one knee on the bench if you have to, but get as close together as you can. Give our girl what she wants.”

Both men eagerly comply. Locke groans and gives his already freed cock a stroke. K’s murmuring low as he pulls himself out of his pants. They make quick work of rearranging until their tips are nearly touching.

“You want them both, baby?” Kylian asks, pulling Josephine’s head back again. “Look how hard they are for you. Look how ready they are to feel your perfect mouth stuffed full.”

Puffing out my cheeks, I grip my own length, half-afraid I’m going to blow my load from watching them.

Josephine looks to Locke first, then to Kendrick. Checking in with each of them, I think, to make sure they’re good.

They both grin in response, eager and willing, ready to comply with her every desire.

“Suck their cocks, baby. Make them feel good.”

Positioning herself as close to the bench as she can get, she reaches out to caress each man’s balls as she makes a slow, languid pass over their cocks with her tongue.

“Fuck,” Locke draws out, readjusting immediately to offer more of himself to her.

His back is to me, partially blocking Josephine’s movements, but the hunger on Kendrick’s face is clear in the barely there light of the moon.

I shift slightly, peering over the helm, no longer trying to control the cum that leaks out of me each time one of them moans or groans her name.

“You can get closer,” Kylian says.

His crisp words startle me, and I pull back.

He snickers, but then he doubles down on the encouragement. “Come on, Cap. Get up here. Come watch her work. She loves being watched, don’t you, baby?”

Josephine whimpers in what I assume is assent.

Her mouth is working overtime to stretch over two dicks at the same time, so that whimper is probably the clearest response he’ll get.

“That’s it,” Kylian encourages.

As I inch closer, Josephine’s head bobs faster.