Page 39 of Too Sweet

Kylian is my safe place. In his hands I find pleasure; in his arms I find peace.

His devotion soothes all the frayed, broken edges I used to worry would never heal. I don’t worry about healing or fixate on my past the way I used to. That’s because of him, and all of them. They see me exactly as I am. They love me just like this.

“Are you with us, baby?” Kylian asks, running his nose along my jaw and tenderly kissing my neck.

“Ask again later,” I tease. I’m so sated I could fall asleep right here.

“No magic eight ball answers, Mama.” Kendrick scoops me up into his arms. “It’s my turn, and if I don’t get inside you right this fucking second, I’m going to embarrass myself in front of my boys.”

Kendrick rolls me to my back and glides in with absolutely no resistance. I’m already wet and dripping from the others, but K doesn’t seem to care. He drills into me, pushing the cum deeper and filling me fuller with each thrust.

“I fucking love you,” he professes, holding himself above me and sensually driving his length deeper and deeper into my tight channel.

I was sated just moments ago. But Kendrick sparks a need inside me that only he can fill.

I smooth my fingers over his facial hair, pulling him to me and kissing him deeply before issuing my request. “Will you take my ass, K?”

His answering grin is all the confirmation I need. “With fucking pleasure. Flip over for me, Mama. Let me get you ready.”

I mourn the loss of him the second he pulls out, but I know I’m going to be feeling even more full once he’s fucking my otherhole. Flipping to hands and knees, I stretch out my upper body. K grips both cheeks of my ass and squeezes, really digging in.

I hear him spit one second before the wad lands on my puckered hole.

Fuck. Yes. I love when he makes it filthy for me.

Fingertips brush my clit, then I’m surprised when two fingers push into my cunt. Before I can say anything, Kylian speaks up from behind us.

“Lube?”

He asks it as a question, but we all know it’s a requirement for anal.

Kendrick crooks two fingers along my inner wall and drags them out slowly. There’s clear amusement in his voice when he replies. “I mean, you and Nicky left me two loads to work with over here, Daddy Genius. Bring it over just in case, but I think I’m all set for now.”

He paints my backdoor with warm cum before pushing one finger into me. The initial sting is quickly followed by the carnal urge I always feel when he plays with me back there. More. I want more. I want all of him, and I want it now.

Impatiently, I push back, fucking myself on the single digit he’s given me so far.

“Relax, Mama. You know I’ll get you there.”

He’s right. He’s so fucking good to me. I exhale and stretch out again, letting my body relax as another finger breaches my hole. He fucks in and out a few times, quickly getting me to three.

“Breathe,” he reminds me. “Open up, Jojo. You’re doing so well for me. Let’s show your boys how much you love getting fucked in the ass.”

I squeeze around his fingers impatiently. He chuckles, removes his hand, and quickly coats his dick with lube.

He slaps the crown of his cock between my thighs—spanking my clit on the first few passes, then aiming so the slick head hits against my asshole in rapid succession.

I’m lost to the sensation when he breaches me.

“Breathe,” he reminds me again, smoothing both hands up and down my bare back before settling them on my hips. “Let me in, Mama. Let me fuck you just how you like it.”

I release a slow, steady exhale as Kendrick gradually drives into my ass. When he’s buried to the hilt, I groan. It burns in the best way. It excites every nerve in my body, knowing the others are watching.

He eases in and out with measured thrusts, letting me fully adjust to the sensation.

“You’re choking me, Mama. So fucking tight. So fucking good.”

I preen at his praise, but I’m gripped by a deeper desire in the next breath.