by LP Lovell
"Hello. . ." Her voice trails into another deep moan. "Number three."
"Good girl," Preston says, pulling her head back again and kissing her as his hands grope at her perfect breasts. My cock swells at the sight, my heart picking up its pace.
"See, just fine. Our little toy is just fine, number three."
"I'm surprised, yet I'm not. She is special after all."
"Yes, you told us she was special." Her eyes lock with mine and I stare at her. "For a moment, I was afraid she would jump, just like the last one." I laugh. "But not my little lamb, she's different and special. And she will do great things with us, don't you think?"
"I believe she will," he says. "I hope she will. She's so beautiful, it would be a shame to lose her now."
Ella's still watching me, every so often giving into the pleasure of Preston's cock. And I can see the slightest hint of worry flash across her eyes. "I can't wait for the two of you to meet." I smirk. "The way her pussy tastes, number three. . ." I allow a deep growl to work its way up my throat, "you'll want to eat it for days."
"You sound rather pleased with it all."
"I am. Perfectly pleased."
"I'll call tomorrow. Everything's prepared. The prices have been paid."
"Good."
And I hang up, my eyes never leaving hers. "Come for him, little lamb. Come on his cock so I can lick it off."
Within moments, Ella's moaning and screaming, her back bowing as she fists the sheets. I crawl over the bed, grab her hips, and pull her away from him. Preston's eyes gleam and he bites down on his lip. I throw a passing glance over my shoulder at Ella as I grab Preston's slick dick in my hands. He throws his head back, his breaths growing ragged as I work over him. "Watch me, Ella," I say as I lean down and slowly place my lips on Preston's cock, sucking Ella's come from the head. "So sweet," I whisper. "You taste so sweet on his cock." And then I swallow him back, his fingers tug at my hair.
"Fuck," he groans. "Tobias."
I work over him faster and harder, swallowing him back completely, the taste of him and her making me drunk. I live for this, for sex. For the depravity of corrupting such innocent souls as my sweet little lamb. My cock grows unbearably hard, so I fist it, moving my hand in rhythm with the one sliding up and down over Preston's dick. I know him like clockwork, I know when his fingers tense, the muscles of his stomach flex, I know he's going to come and it makes me that much more heated. I let go of myself for a moment and wrap my arm around Preston's hip and drag him down on the bed with me. He grabs my cock, fisting it hard and steady as he kisses me. The rough stubble of his chin scratches my face, his hard chest presses against mine. I grab his dick and we move in rhythm with our hands and our tongues, are bodies winding around each other like coiling serpents. He groans into my mouth and I nip at his lip as each stroke, each touch grows desperate and wild, primitive as only two men can become. Muscles bunch and tense and I feel the heat of his come land on my dick giving him the extra lubricant I need. Heat bubbles in my stomach, a sinister bliss creeps throughout my body and I groan, coming on Preston's cock. And here we lay, breathless and spent, our bodies twisted together in a sinful show of lust and greed, and Ella, sweet Ella lays tentatively watching.
Ella's now aware there are three players, and now, now the game has truly begun.
