Addicted (Club Destiny 2.5)

“Then I’m going to bury my cock in your ass.” Logan held Sam’s head in his hands as she began to grind down on Tag’s mouth.

Bright lights began to flash behind her eyelids as her orgasm began to blossom inside of her. Sparks burst forth from her spine, her clit throbbing while Tag skillfully flicked his wicked tongue back and forth, pushing her closer to the edge. She was going to explode at any moment, she could feel the warmth radiating from between her legs, spiraling upward until...

Tag sucked her clit hard, and her body detonated in a rush of light and sound, the tingling sensation ripping through her, straight up her spine until she screamed into the still night air.

“Damn you’re beautiful.” Logan said, still holding her head in his palms before crushing his mouth down on hers.

“Please fuck me.” She whispered into his kiss, her body still throbbing with need, but more so from the desire to be filled completely.

For so long she’d waited for this day, to have her body filled completely while two men fucked her until she was oblivious to anything else. She needed it. The feeling was like a drug, an addiction that she craved.

“Soon. First I’m going to watch you ride Tag’s cock.”

Those words were music to her ears because although she might not have them both, at least one of them was going to be inside of her.

“Sit on the couch.” Logan instructed Tag who was still laying between Sam’s legs, lapping at her, bringing her closer and closer to another explosive orgasm. She was too sensitive right now, her body having just ruptured at the seams.

Sam had to move so Tag could get up, and when she did, he easily pulled her back on top of him, his mouth finding hers once more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close and kissing him back with the fury that was building inside of her. His tongue was hot, and she tasted herself on his lips, smelled the tantalizing scent of sex mingling in the air.

When he gripped her hair, pulling her head back slightly, their mouths separated, and he planted his lips on her neck, licking and nipping as he moved down to her collar bone. She could see Logan in her peripheral vision, standing to the side, watching and giving Tag free reign for a moment.

He took without asking and Sam gave freely, relishing the feel of his mouth on her. He palmed her breasts, squeezing them together as he licked and sucked each puckered tip simultaneously.

“God yes.” She moaned as she pressed against his lips, trying to increase the friction, needing that little bite of pain to take her mind off of the need that was building intensely between her thighs.

Sam leaned back, watching what Tag was doing to her as she pulled his head closer, wanting him to consume her completely. The feeling was intense, and as much as she knew she shouldn’t want it, shouldn’t want this stranger touching her, tasting her, she did. God she did. She wanted him to fuck her into oblivion, sating her body like it had only been sated so long ago.

A few minutes passed as Tag continued to feed on her breasts while two of his fingers had found their way inside of her, spearing her, but not giving her enough to send her into the ether where she longed to be.

“Please fuck me.” She begged, not caring which of them heard her or which of them actually did as she asked.

Then Logan was back beside them, tossing a condom down on the couch, which Tag immediately grabbed, unleashing his mouth from her breasts so he could rip open the foil packet.

Sam moved so that he could sheath his cock before she finally, finally was right where she wanted to be.

“Fuck her, Tag. Fuck my wife while I watch. But don’t you dare fucking come until I say so.” Logan’s words were harsh, demanding, and Sam knew he was venturing closer to the edge himself.

Sam leaned over Tag, placing her hands on his shoulders as she slid down the length of his cock, letting her body acclimate to his size. He was huge, longer than Logan, but not quite as thick, but he filled her nonetheless.

Long seconds passed as her body adjusted, allowing him to push further until she was once again sitting on him, the backs of her thighs resting on the tops of his.

“So fucking tight.” Tag groaned, and the words sounded as though they were torn from his chest. “So wet. Ride me, baby.”

Sam didn’t waste another second, lifting and lowering herself on Tag’s cock, taking him in deep, then lifting until he was nearly out.

She must not have been doing something right because Tag gripped her hips and began helping her, adjusting his angle until he was thrusting harder, faster than she could go.

“Fuck!” Tag bellowed, his warm breath caressing her face, his deep voice bouncing from the walls. “Baby, I’m going to come if you keep it up.”