Page 52 of Fatal Fantasy

At this angle, there’s no way I can use my hands and keep balancing in the way Tyson posed me, so I inch forward, tongue out as requested, relying on only my abilities as I wrap my lips around Tyson’s cock, the sheer size of him exercising my jaw within seconds.

My body confuses fear and pleasure, my knees locking and heart rate accelerating because of the act, but Tyson senses my discomfort, wrapping a hand in my curls, the other stroking my neck where his cock is lodged down my throat, and I can sense his reservations, like he’s taking it easy for my sake.

Without a thought, I take him deeper, opening my throat until I feel my nose touch his stomach, and a deep groan releases from his chest, the grip on my hair tightening with each second I spend choking around his cock.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he rasps as I slowly pull back, gagging as his length slides across my tongue until I release him with a pop.

Spit dribbles down my chin as I look up at him, a small smirk on my face as I revel in the ways I made him fall apart with only my mouth.

It’s different, when you actually want to devote yourself to an act of sexual desire, and I feel nothing but power surging through my veins as Jasper steps up to the table, an evil grin plastered on his face.

“Let’s see if my perfect little cocksucker can still take every fucking inch,” he growls, his fingers reaching out to swipe the spit from my chin, pausing until I open my mouth, allowing him to spread it right back onto my tongue.

With these boys, I could never stay scared for too long, their presence being the one thing that has ever been enough to calm me down, so when Jasper drops his boxers, the feeling in my belly materializes as excitement, rather than fear.

It’s a fresh wound, a trauma that needs healing, but at this very moment, all I want to do is please him – both of them – in order to place the final patch over our mended relationship.

Wrapping my lips around his cock, I slowly work my way down Jasper’s length, and his hands immediately land around my neck, his thumbs over my windpipe as his cock breaches the back of my throat, filling me to the absolute hilt.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Principessina. Your throat feels so fucking good,” he says, accentuating his words with small thrusts, just enough to force my gag reflex to kick in, causing me to choke around him.

In a split second, he pulls all the way out, dropping his lips to mine in a kiss that kicks my pounding heart into overdrive, the vodka and taste of sex mixing in my veins like a deliciously devilish cocktail.

“There’s no way in hell the first time I come in six months is going to be down your throat,” Jasper whispers, tapping my cheek with his hand lightly, my eyes slowly opening into his after another round of claiming.

“Fuck me, then,” I choke out, my voice hoarse from the sheer size of him and Tyson, a harsh reminder of how perfectly they fit inside of me.

“You want me to fuck your pretty little pussy, Principessina?” Jasper hovers over my lips, a playful, yet dark tone in his voice, and I can’t help the smile that breaks across my face.

Finally, I’ve got them where I want them, the selfish desires to be completely owned by my boys stealing every other thought, leaving my mind empty and my body on fire.

“God, yes. Please, Jasper. Mark me, claim me, own me,” I breathe, repeating the vow we took in an effort to rile him up to the highest degree.

“You already own us, baby girl,” Tyson adds, snaking a hand around my belly, pushing me back to a sitting position and easing the tension in my knees. “But I’ll gladly claim every single inch of this beautiful body, if that’s what you need.”

“Put me into another one of your pretty poses, Tyson,” I beg, completely falling into submission while he steps back to look at me, as if he has a million different ideas running through his head.

“Massi, take her to the bed,” he orders, the deep rumble in his voice sending a shiver down my spine, the anticipation bubbling in my belly for what’s to come.

Jasper scoops me into his arms effortlessly, and I bend into the crook of his neck, leaving kisses along his collarbone as we leave our discarded clothes in the middle of the kitchen.

My mind wanders to the first time we slept together, how timid I was, and how my life changed solely because I decided to let two men have me at the same time.

Every move since has altered the trajectory of where I was headed, versus where we ended up.

Hushed voices echo off the walls, but I’m so lost in the idea of pleasure that I let Jasper drop me in the middle of the bed without so much as a whimper, while Tyson flattens me onto my back, his hands tangling in my hair, rolling along my curves, and not stopping until his fingers curl under my chin, forcing me to focus on him.

“Safe word?” He asks, always starting off a scene with the technical details, but it’s one of the things I admire about him most, how much my level of comfort means to him.

“Butterfly.”

“Massi, she’s all yours,” he says with a nod, pleased with my answer and allowing us to continue.

Reaching up, I pull Tyson until our lips meet in the middle, desperate to let him know much I love him, and distract myself from the reckoning I know Jasper is about to deliver.

All at once, I’m being returned to the place I called home, positioned between the only people in this world who care about me, for me, and were created for the sole purpose of loving me in ways I never thought were possible.

TWENTY-FIVE