“I can’t seem to get enough of you Olivia. You will be the death of me.” He whispered, panting from the rigorous exercise we had undergone.
My hands had held onto the sheets for dear life. Accidentally knocking over a picture frame that had been on the bedside table.
Three men, identical in nature and features stood side by side with smiles on their faces.
Triplets?
“Isn’t it enough that I’m here now?” Reece, the second one of the triplet, asked in a low husky tone, "ride on me, my princess."
My pussy moistened a little bit more at the movement, excitement already flowing through my veins. From under me, Reece’s cock was already rock hard and its tip already at my entrance.
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“Please Reed, please.” I begged, unsure what it was I was begging for. Maybe it was for dear life.
“Please what sweetheart? Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?” he drawled lazily his eyes never leaving mine.
Reed, the biggest one of the triplet, pulled his hand out and it was completely soaked from just cupping my pussy. He licked his fingers like it was coated with the most delicious cream then pulled my panties off from under me. Then with both hands, he lifted my legs and placed it on his shoulder.
He settled himself close to my pussy his breath fanning me. He took in a big whiff and growled under his breath. Without warning, Reed latched his tongue on my core, his tongue flickering to part my lips, then shove his tongue as far as he can go.
“Reed!”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head when the explosive orgasm hit me. I jerked on top of him, gripping his hair to keep him in place as my body shook from the intense pleasure that hit.
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"Tell me, on a scale of one to ten, did I fit into the character? How was my roleplaying?" Royce, the third one of the triplet, asked me in amusement.
"Let me go, you crazy pervert!" I screamed at him, fighting to break loose.
He stroked my hair, tucking strands away from my ear, he leaned in, whispering words that sent chills down my spine, "oh you have no idea how much you're turning me on right now."
He took a long inhale of my scent, his erection pressing against me through the fabric of his jean pants, "your despair, your pain, your–" he paused to inhale me once again while I whimpered, trapped in his arms, "–tears, they turn me on so damn much. Your scent drives my senses crazy."
My heart skipped a beat when I heard the sound of his zipper coming undone. I frantically shook my head, crying even more.
He tipped his head back, groaning in-between a chuckle and rasped, "sweetheart, I hope you know that by doing that, you're only rubbing against me… and that's making me even more aroused."
His fingers continued thrusting in and out of me, curling around my sensitive spot which made me cry out. His fingers skillfully kept hitting my g-spot, bringing me closer to orgasm than I could ever expect from me.
"Cum for me, baby." He whispered in-between the kiss.
