Page 127 of Double or Nothing

I don’t know how long they fuck me for. Teasing with a slow down before speeding up again.

Jack pushes me to another squelching overdrive when he pulls all the way out and slams all the way back in again.

“Like a glove,” he says. “You’ve done it now, Alice. Now I know what you’re capable of, you’ve made a rod for your own sweet fucking asshole. Literally.”

I kiss Bryce with a fresh bout of passion. I want this over and over and over. I want to break through every boundary on the way to taking these two at once. Pussy, ass, I want it all.

I come before they do.

It’s a crescendo so powerful it makes me scream and it makes me heady. Nothing but a sweaty, horny bitch, moaning in ecstasy.

Bryce loses it at that. His eyes stare into mine as his fingers grip my hair. His thrusts are out of control, and it spurs Jack on to match him, both of them pounding hard.

I feel like a slutty queen, so proud of myself as they use me like a slut sandwich to unload. Two thick loads of cum shooting deep. Two thick rivers of cum dribbling out of me in the aftermath.

“Don’t move,” Jack says and disappears out of the door.

“That was incredible,” Bryce says, his normal demeanour returning just enough. The perfect warmth after the hedonism. “I can’t believe it.”

“Can’t believe what?” I’m giggling like a giddy teenager. “That I’m a kinky bitch?”

“No,” he says, and pulls me in for another kiss. “I can’t believe any of it.”

“And would you change it? Any of it?”

His eyes burn. I feel his rationale losing the fight, just like mine.

“No,” he says. “I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Good.” I kiss him so softly. With so much meaning.

Jack appears back in the room. He holds up his phone with a ta da!

“Don’t worry, I won’t be sharing this with anyone else but you two.” He positions himself at the bottom of the bed. “Spread your ass, Alice. Show off those dripping holes. Stay in, Bryce. Stay in.”

I feel so beautifully exposed as Jack photographs the wreck they’ve made of me.

I’m cursing all over again as Jack helps me dismount Bryce, because the pain is a beast in the aftermath. It doesn’t stop me performing though, lying on the mattress like a dirty princess, legs spread wide and fingers on my clit as Jack keeps up with the photo work. I splay my pussy lips and push down, spilling that cum for the camera.

“Nice,” Jack says, and turns the screen around.

My God, I really do look like a filthy bitch. His smirk is addictive. I can’t help smirking back as I raise onto my elbows, ready to get up, but he shakes his head.

“Nah, Soul Girl, no fucking chance.” He licks his lips. “That’s dessert right there. Come on, Bryce. Dig in.”

My filthy bitch status feels like it levels up with two men’s eager mouths between my legs. Two gorgeous guys lapping and sucking. Jack’s tongue is electric on my clit as I hold their heads to me. I’m being cleaned out by the men dreams are made of.

I hitch, and splay myself and give it all.

It’s Jack who makes me come all over again with his master tongue circling my clit, his fingers pumping into my squelching pussy.

I’m still panting as he climbs up onto the bed and kisses me with his filthy mouth. I’m moaning with pure hedonistic joy as Bruce joins in.

Dirty, sloppy. Absolutely. Fucking. Beautiful.

We lie tangled together in the soft, ruined quiet afterwards, all clammy skin and uneven breathing and the kind of silence that feels too full to disturb. Bryce is on his back, one arm flung over his eyes like the world has exhausted him, his hair wrecked beyond repair. But there’s a grin on his face. A huge grin.

Jack props himself up on one elbow, surveying Bryce with a laugh.