Page 37 of His Turn

I moan, “Ohhh,” just as he makes it past the soft, wet folds and finds the entrance. “Yes,” I say, breathing hard now.

I buck my back, making my head fall even farther back over the side of the table. Bric is unzipping his pants, taking out his cock. I watch it appear. Long, and hard, and so fucking thick. His balls are tight and round and I reach up and out to hold them.

I can’t see the smile on Elias’s face, but I know he’s smiling when he leans forward, my mouth open wide, and pushes the round tip of his cock past my lips.

I suck on him immediately, making him grab my hair. Fist it roughly. He likes this, I think in my head. He likes what I’m doing. I’m pleasing him. And this pleases me.

A quick thrust from Jordan and he’s fully inside me. I lift my hips up in surprise, so focused on Elias, I’d forgotten he was about to fuck me.

He’s still got my legs pinned closed and it’s killing me. It’s killing me not to open wide for him the way I’m open wide for Elias.

“Put your hands on my thighs, Nadia,” Elias commands. “And don’t move them.”

I obey. I grip his muscular thighs, grip the fabric of his pants, desperate for more of everything they’re giving me tonight.

“Open your throat,” he says, as Jordan begins to fuck my pussy harder. Making my whole body rock. Making my mouth take more cock. Making my pussy take more cock. “Open your throat and let me take over. Give in, Nadia,” Bric says. Because yes, this is Bric again.

He’s tricked me, I realize. He’s always been Bric.

But I don’t care. His commands feel like a gift.

I let everything go. I let all my inhibitions fall away. I let them own me.

I submit.

And I like it.

My throat opens. Bric’s cock thrusts inside me, making me gag and choke on his long length. I grip his thighs so tight, he lets out a hiss of air between his lips. I push him back, try to force him to withdraw, but he denies my request. Jordan is pounding my pussy. And with each thrust, I take Bric just a little deeper. I will die here, I think, desperately trying to breathe through my nose with Elias Bricman’s cock down my throat.

There are sick, disgusting sounds coming from my mouth. Long strings of saliva leak past my lips, falling down my cheeks like a waterfall, stinging my eyes.

But in between all this discomfort is the building of my climax. I can’t help it. There’s nothing I can do.

I am coming.

I moan and writhe on the table as spasms of relief rocket through my body.

Bric fists my hair so hard my scalp becomes uncomfortably tight. But even that contributes to the next wave of pleasure shivering its way up my spine, making me convulse with relief and ecstasy.

And then they both come, their moans echo off the tall ceiling at the same time. I feel spasms of hot semen pulsing into me from both ends.

Bric pulls out of my mouth and I immediately twist my upper body, desperate to sit upright and stop the choking.

Jordan holds me down, not finished with me yet. He’s still inside me, his cock throbbing. Moans still coming out of his mouth as he says, “Yes, Nadia. Yes,” over and over again.

Bric steps back, grabs the towel off the floor that started out covering my ass, and wipes off his dick as I watch, wiping the sticky liquid off my lips with my fingertips and still trying to catch my breath. He tucks himself away, zips up his pants, and buckles up his belt.

Jordan finishes and falls forward, bracing himself with both hands on either side of my shoulders. I lift my head to look up at him and catch his smile.

I smile back, unable to stop myself. He leans down, and even though Bric just fucked my mouth, he kisses me on the lips.

“You’re a good girl,” Jordan says, whispering the words. “A very good girl.”

He sighs heavily, then swings his legs over the side of the table and I’m released.

“We’re having dinner now,” Bric says, once again sipping his drink. “Go take a shower and then come back out here.”

My body is pliant and limber when I try to sit up. Jordan has to help me. Has to hold me and keep me steady as I make my way to the huge spa-like bathroom.