𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 | ✓

Chapter 49

“W-wait!” Meira suddenly stopped them. Two sets of eyes burning with insatiable lust made their way to her and narrowed quizzically. She gulped and continued. “Th-the two of you? At once?”

The males looked at each other quietly and nodded positively.

“Yes. We each took turns with you, so now it's time for us both to rail you,” Ryat ran his tongue up her thigh, eyes not straying from hers for even a second. “Is there a problem with that?”

“N-no! It's just...I-I've never done that before,” she felt Neon's creep up her arm and make its way to her throat. He grabbed it possessively, her pulse beating under the roughness of his fingers. He tilts her head back so she was looking up at him.

“Have you forgotten who you're dealing with? It's us, baby. We won't hurt you, but if we do we promise to make it feel good. Just trust us, and enjoy the amount of pleasure we're going to make you feel,” he squeezed her throat, briefly cutting off her air supply. Neon leaned over and kissed her lips ever so softly, Meira felt Ryat's tongue slide up at down between her slick lips. She moaned into Neon's mouth, her cl*t throbbing – she tried closing her thighs but Ryat held them wide open.

“Snow, do you remember what I told you?” Neon pulled away and pushed her head down so that she could watch as Ryat ate her out. “I said that the next time we f**ked you'd give me a blowjob. And you agree. Remember, baby?”

Meira attempted to grab Ryat's head but Neon grabbed her wrists and pinned them next to her. Ryan threw her thighs on his shoulders as he focused on burying his t*ngue as deep as possible inside her little c*nt. Meira turned her head, her body writhing and legs trembling each times she feels his t*ngue tickle her walls. She felt Neon hold her wrists together with one hand while the other cupped one of her br**sts, his mouth latching onto her neck hungrily and viciously. One was rough and the other gentle, the perfect balance had her wanting to c*m already.

“Z-Zayde...” she threw her head back, groaning as she peered at the glamorous chandelier.

Her back arched high once Ryat slid one finger into her, he thrusted it in and out then added one more as he covered her cl*t with his mouth. The rigid tastebuds on his t*ngue brushing against her cl*t – directly on top of it – with the feeling of her n!ppl3 being pinched and twisted had her moaning uncontrollably loudly. Shivers wracked her body as she grinds onto Ryat's skilful mouth. He turns his finger inside her and curves them, making her eyes grow wide. She flinches with a soft cry and whimpers.

“R-ryat wait! Wait wait–” he slaps her thigh to shut her up and it worked. “Mmmh.”

“Want me to gag her for you?” Neon asks, his warm breath fanning her ear – he watched as goosebumps crept all oved her flesh and smiled.

“I'd be grateful,” Ryat removes his fingers and slaps her p**sy with them. “You're so wet you're flooding the sofa, baby,” he slaps her again and she whimpers. “Who's Daddy good little girl?”

“Mmmh...”

Ryat bites into her thigh and she screamed. “Use your words, Little Dove. Daddy taught you better than this.”

“Answer him,” Neon hops over the couch and pinches her n!ppl3 real hard. Meira turned from side to side, head in a daze from all the pleasure she was being forced to feel.

“I-I am. I-I'm y-your g-good girl,” she gulps. “P-please.”

“Please what?” Neon kneels on the couch and unbuckles his pants. His long and thick c**k bounces out of his boxer. “Your mouth is a distraction. Let's keep it occupied,” he grabs her chin and brings her face forward.