Knights' Sinner
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He does that until I’m crying out, forgetting where I am, and then he stops. I jerk my head up from Jackson’s shoulder, but Jackson presses a hand to my forehead, putting it back down as if to tell me I need patience. I whimper helplessly as Muff blows on my throbbing clit, and then he leans down, and he bites it. I scream. I scream so loud I can’t hear anything else but the sounds of my own, pleasure induced breakdown.
The pleasure and pain. The mix is mind blowing. I reach down, gripping Jackson’s thighs and digging my nails in. He tweaks my nipples harder, only increasing my pleasure. Muff continues on his little attack, by licking me as if I’m a damned ice cream. His tongue flattens out, and he licks up and down in big, god damned pleasurable, strokes. I am arching, I am whimpering, I am begging, and I don’t care.
Muff’s fingers find my entrance, and he gently slides one inside me just as he uses his other finger to flick my clit. He does this three times, and the pain surges through me, before being quickly replaced with pleasure as he closes his mouth over my clit again, and sucks it in, hard. He sucks, and he sucks, until I’m bucking in Jackson’s lap and begging him to just stop.
Then he removes his finger, and his tongue slides down lower before thrusting inside of me.
Oh.
My.
God.
I come so hard I see stars. My head spins and I don’t even realize how loud I’m screaming until Jackson’s hand comes over my mouth gently. He rasps into my ear, “Fuck, baby, hush.”
Then Muff’s tongue is gone, and I’m being flipped over on Jackson’s lap. He brings my lips down over his, and he kisses me so hard those stars keep on coming. When he wrenches his mouth from mine, we’re all ready to rip each other’s close off, and get on with it. Well, at least I know I am.
“I’ve had your sweet pussy,” Jackson growls. “And I’d love to be greedy and take it first again, but,” he runs a finger around my lips. “I want to be the first here.”
I shudder as he stands, taking me with him, then he deposits me on the bed, flat on my belly. I moan as he runs a hand down my back, making my body quiver. I hear the sound of a condom wrapper, before I hear Jackson say something to Muff that comes out as a blurred mumble. Then Jackson is in front of me, naked and hard, gently propping me up on my hands and knees.
“Easiest way, baby.”
He presses his back against the head board, and then takes my face in his hands, stroking my cheeks, staring into my eyes for long moments before gently tugging my hair.
Oh. Jesus.
I love a dominant man.
I lower my mouth until the head of his cock is pressing against my lips. I snake my tongue out, touching it, tasting it, feeling the silky soft skin caressing my lips. I’ve never done this. I have no idea how to do it, but I’m going to go with what I’ve read about, or seen on television when the guys at the compound were watching porn. I open my mouth, and I sink down onto him, taking him as deep as I possibly can. I must be doing something right, because he lets out a guttural moan, and his fingers tighten in my hair.
“You ready, princess?” I hear Muff murmur, and then he’s behind me, pressing against my entrance.
I can feel my own arousal on my dampened thighs. I nod, and I feel Muff press in. He doesn’t stretch me the way Jackson does, which makes me think he’s thinner. He’s not small though, and I feel a bite of pain as he slowly sinks into me. I open my mouth, and a gurgled sound comes out. Jackson slips his thumb into the side of my mouth, and I slide my tongue across it. He growls, I mewl, and Muff hisses.
Then Muff begins to move, and my whole world spins. I find it hard to keep a tight grip around Jackson’s cock, because my moans are too heavy. Muff doesn’t feel like Jackson in this department, Jackson far outweighs Muff in skill level when it comes to sex, but I’m so aroused, so excited, that even the slightest touch makes my entire body shake. It feels so damned good.
I close my eyes, and focus on Jackson’s cock as Muff begins thrusting his hips gently in and out, muttering something about ‘so fuckin’ tight’. I move my hand up to find Jackson’s tight balls, and I gently massage them, feeling the soft skin against my palm. He groans, and rasps my name, before thrusting his hips up into my mouth further. Muff picks up the pace behind me, and I can hear his skin slapping mine as we all move.
We just flow.
Before I can come, Jackson is pulling his cock out of me, and moving from underneath me. I mewl desperately, but as if it’s an unspoken rule, Muff pulls out, and takes Jackson’s place on the bed. He lies down, pulling me over top of him. His eyes are lusty; his mouth is tight with need. Jackson shifts behind me now, and it’s then I realize what they’re going to do. This is it, the moment I’ve been fantasizing about. I shudder as Muff takes my hips, gently lowering me back down onto his cock.
I whimper.
Jackson is behind me then, his hand flattening out over my back and gently pushing me down further, so my chest is pressing against Muff’s chest. I drop my head into his shoulder, and just relish in the sensations washing through me. I snake my tongue out, and taste the salty sheen on Muff’s skin. He shudders, tangling his hands into my hair, and tilting my face to take my lips in a deep, delicious kiss.
“Jackson,” I whimper, pulling my lips from Muff’s.
“Right here baby, you’re ok.”
I feel some cold lube against my entrance, and Jackson uses his cock to rub it up and down, spreading it. Then he moves it away and presses a finger inside, gently. I groan, and Muff grips my face, forcing me to look at him. His eyes are lusty, and he looks incredibly handsome like this. I reach over, and let my fingers glide through his thick hair. Jackson continues to stretch me, and I groan, shaking my head from side to side.