Double-stuffed. Fingers in her ass and her pussy. A tongue on the lower spine. Another on her clit, working fast now, merciless.
“Oh… FUCK!”
Emilia came like a sprinter off the mark. Her knees almost buckled, her whole body shaking with the force of it. She gushed onto Milo’s fingers, what felt like galloons, and one of her hands rose to her mouth. She sucked down two fingers, staring over at Simon, begging him silently to join them. He had the phone trained on her, his smile lost, getting closeups of the guys and her face.
“Milo. She’s your crush. Take her first,” Jaxton said.
Milo pulled away from Emilia’s pussy and stood up. She reached down and squeezed his prick as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her with such a hunger she nearly melted again. His hands fell to her ass and he guided her backwards like that to the bed, dropping her down onto her back and sliding his cock along her length as she spread her legs wide.
“Put me inside you,” he murmured.
Emilia kissed him again, then aimed his cock for her entrance. Over his shoulder was a picture of Landon and Jim together on a dock. Memories of a different life. She felt nothing for them now, nothing but a weary wish all the old images were just gone. Instead of weeping, Emilia smiled. Then she pulled her Milo inside her for the very first time.
And it was fucking magic.
Her already-sensitive pussy eagerly greeted every inch of him, tightening against his walls, throbbing against him. She dug her nails into his back gasping at the release of so much pent-up emotions.
It wasn’t just his cock that felt so good. His lips flowed to a dozen tiny pleasure centers along her face, her neck, her shoulder. He really knew where to tease a woman to make her feel so hot, and she was already a fireball. Her legs rose with the pressure building up again so fast within her, and she kicked involuntarily every time he hit her depths. She whimpered and buried her head against his shoulder.
Jaxton said, “Don’t come in her until we’ve all fucked her.”
Milo grunted something vaguely affirmative to that, and redoubled his efforts. His cock pumped in and out of Emilia, her name on his lips as he breathed in her ear.
“Come for me, Emilia.”
“Call me it again,” she whimpered.
“What?”
She pulled away and cupped her breast for him, folding her lip between her teeth. His eyes crinkled, and he breathed, “My slut.”
“Nnnn,” she moaned, her back arching. “I’m your slut, Milo, I’m your, unnngh, MILF goddamn whore…”
He grinned and kissed her hard again. Still close to her lips, he said, “What do you want?”
“Your dick! Your big dicks! I want you all to… to…” Her feet kicked hard into the air as his cock whipped in and out of her, a furious pace that left her crying out with every hard thrust. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, fuck, Milo, YES!”
Her ass tried to rise up but he had her pinned, pounding into her slick pussy as she came and came and came again. “Jaxton!” he shouted, casting a wild glare at the other man.
“Good to go.”
“Good.” He jerked out of Emilia and she threw an arm over her face, gasping, crying with the force of her orgasm. Her whole body still rocked, and she barely noticed when Jaxton’s big hands landed on her sides. He flipped her over onto the edge of the bed and she rose up as Milo stuffed a pillow under her stomach, putting her ass up in the air just high enough that Jaxton could do all the work himself. Milo turned her head towards him and she stared unseeing as his cock brushed her cheek, her lips. She opened automatically, and Milo stuffed her mouth full of his long prick. She tasted herself and closed her eyes, savoring it, savoring the moment. They shot right back open when Jaxton’s cock plunged hard into her, driving her into the mattress with his first thrust and every one thereafter.