"I'm really glad you're driving the whole way this time," I muttered, sinking deeper into the seat. "I'm sick of driving."
"Yep," Bella replied around the Slim Jim she was chewing on, completely unbothered.
The Bentley hummed beneath us, smooth and quiet, the kind of ride that made long roads feel shorter. We'd stopped not too long ago for gas and snacks—snacks being an understatement. I had grabbed a modest bag of peanuts. Bella, on the other hand, had basically cleaned out the convenience store.
I glanced over my shoulder at the backseat, which was stacked with chips, candy, jerky, pastries—everything except ice cream.
"You sure you're gonna finish all that?" I asked.
She shrugged, smirking. "Maybe. Maybe not."
I let my head fall back against the cushion, the leather cradling me as the car continued its steady glide down the road. The motion was hypnotic, the engine's purr low and constant. My eyelids grew heavy almost immediately.
"Wake me up when we're there," I said quietly, slipping the house keys of the property I just bought into my pocket out of habit.
The last thing I felt was the gentle sway of the car and the comfort of knowing I didn't have to be anywhere or do anything for a while.
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I shifted restlessly under the warm cocoon of my blanket, the soft fabric brushing against my skin as I scrolled aimlessly through my phone, trying to distract myself from the unbearable wait.
Not having Bella or Elara around felt like pure torture. My mind wandered, picturing what they might be doing right now, their bodies, their laughs.
A heavy sigh escaped my lips as a notification popped up—finally, a message saying they were almost here.
"Fuck... I'm gonna suck the squirt right out of their cunts the second they walk in," I growled under my breath, only half-joking.
The pent-up frustration was driving me insane. I couldn't help but grind my aching boner against the mattress, the pressure both a relief and a torment as I flipped through the nudes I had saved.
Their curves, their teasing smirks frozen in the photos—I was damn near feral, my body burning with need.
"Goddamn it... hurry the fuck up," I muttered through gritted teeth, my fingers twitching with the urge to touch myself. But I held back, barely.
Liz was just in the living room, glued to whatever show or movie she had on. I didn't give a shit what it was; I just didn't want her barging in or hearing anything. My heart was pounding, my skin hot, every thought circling back to Bella and Elara.
"Get a grip, man. Stop acting like a fucking bitch in heat," I scolded myself, trying to snap out of it.
I forced my attention elsewhere, switching apps to TikTok for some mindless scrolling. Big mistake.
The first thing that popped up was some loud, flashy ad for a libido pill—some crap for women who couldn't get in the mood. The irony wasn't lost on me. I snorted, shaking my head at the bizarre timing, but my mind was still elsewhere, counting down the seconds until those two walked through the door.
I snapped out of my daze the second I heard the sharp knock at the door. My heart raced as I bolted up, nearly tripping over myself.
I brushed past Liz, who was still sprawled on the couch in the living room, not giving a damn about whatever she was watching.
I flung the door open with a desperate yank, and there they were—Bella and Elara, standing in the doorway, their smiles dripping with intent. The darkness of the night outside framed them like a fucking spotlight, and the hunger in their eyes told me I was their prey.
"Finally back," I rasped, my voice thick with need. Bella didn't waste a second. She scooped me up like I weighed nothing, her grip firm as she hauled me straight to our room.
She tossed me onto the bed with a grunt, and I barely had time to process before she climbed on top. I started to sit up, but she shoved me back down, her hands rough and commanding.
My breath hitched as she yanked her pants down, revealing soaked underwear clinging to her skin. She peeled those off too, exposing her glistening, dripping lips—fucking begging for relief, just like I was.
She straddled my face without a word, not caring that her mother was in the living room, her thighs clamping around my head. I didn't hesitate, diving in like a starved man.
My tongue lapped at her, tasting her heat, her sweetness, like it was the only thing keeping me alive. I dragged long, hungry strokes over her, feeling her tremble above me.
"Cum... fucking cum on me, please..." I begged, my voice muffled as I kissed her clit, sucking it between my lips. I flicked my tongue over her sensitive spot, worshipping her, desperate for her release. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her harder against my mouth as I devoured her.
"Fuck, yes," she gasped, her voice breaking as her body tensed. Within seconds, she shattered, her orgasm hitting hard. Her juices flooded over my chin, my cheeks, dripping down my neck.
I gulped down every bit I could, greedy as hell, letting her fill me up. Her taste, her warmth—it was like a goddamn meal, and I wasn't stopping until I had every last drop.
"Shit, you're such a good boy," Bella panted, grinding against my face as she rode out the aftershocks. Her thighs shook, but she didn't pull away, and I didn't fucking want her to.
I kept licking, cleaning her up, savoring the mess we'd made. Elara stood by the door, watching with a smirk, her eyes burning with anticipation. I knew she was next, and I was already aching to taste her too.
Elara stepped forward, her eyes glinting with raw desire. "My turn, cum dump," she said, her voice low and commanding as she ripped her pants and underwear down in one swift motion. She didn't literally rip them, but the urgency made it feel like she damn well could have.
Her words hit me like a fucking lightning bolt. "Cum dump." My cock twitched hard in my pants, throbbing at the degradation. God, I fucking loved when she talked to me like that—made me feel owned, and I was all for it.
Elara didn't wait for an invitation. She climbed over me, replacing Bella on top of my face, and shoved her cunt right against my mouth.
She didn't need to say a word, didn't need to urge me. I knew my place. My tongue dove in instantly, lapping at her wet folds, tasting her heat, her need. I wanted her to drench me, to mark me with her cum just like Bella had.
"I need it, I'm your slut, Elara, please," I groaned between desperate licks and kisses, my voice muffled against her skin. She let out a rough moan, her fingers tangling in my hair and tugging hard as my tongue hit just the right spot.
"Good fucking boy..." she growled, grinding down harder, forcing my face deeper into her. "Such a good little cunt licker..." Her words sent shivers through me, my dick straining painfully as I worshipped her.
I traced every inch of her folds with my tongue, swirling around her clit, sucking it between my lips just the way I knew she liked. But I knew Elara—she wasn't like Bella. She could hold out longer, draw out the torture, make me work for every fucking drop.
"Keep going, don't you dare stop," she hissed, her hips rocking against my mouth, using me like a toy.
Her grip on my hair tightened, pulling sharp enough to sting, and I groaned into her, the pain only spurring me on. I doubled down, flicking my tongue faster, sucking harder, desperate to make her lose control.
"You want my cum, don't you, slut?" she taunted, her voice dripping with dominance as her thighs started to tremble. "Beg for it. Tell me how fucking bad you need it."
"Please, Elara, fucking drown me in it," I gasped, barely pulling away to speak before diving back in, my tongue relentless. "I'm your bitch, use me, cum all over me." My hands gripped her ass, pulling her tighter against my face as I ate her out like my life depended on it.
I could feel her getting closer, her moans turning sharper, her movements jerkier, and I knew I was about to get exactly what I'd been craving.
"Shit... fuck..." Elara panted, her voice raw and shaky. I glanced up, locking eyes with her piercing gaze, those intense orbs boring into me like she could see every filthy thought in my head.
She was so close, teetering on the edge, and the tension was killing me just as much as it was her.
"So... good..." she moaned, her breath hitching as I kneaded her ass with my fingers, groping the soft, firm flesh. I couldn't get enough of it, squeezing harder as I buried my face deeper into her dripping cunt.
"I'm your cum dump... please..." I whined, my voice desperate, muffled against her soaked folds as I licked and sucked with everything I had.
"TAKE IT!" she roared, her body seizing up as she came hard, her orgasm exploding over my face. Hot, wet cum flooded my mouth, gushing out in waves.
I tried to swallow it all, gulping eagerly, but there was so fucking much—some spilled past my lips, dripping down my chin and neck, soaking into the sheets below.
I kept swallowing, chugging down every bit I could, savoring the taste of her as she trembled above me.
To my side, Bella was watching, her fingers buried between her thighs, touching herself with quick, needy strokes. Her breast grazed my shoulder, the soft weight of it teasing my skin as she let out little gasps, her eyes glued to my drenched face.
"Such a good... little slut..." Elara murmured, her voice soft now, almost tender, as she slowly rocked her hips, riding out the last shudders of her climax against my mouth.
She ran her fingers through my hair, a lazy, possessive tug, before finally sliding off me. My face was a mess, slick and sticky, but I didn't care—I licked my lips, chasing the last of her taste.
"Fuck, look at you," Bella said with a smirk, her voice husky as she leaned closer, her fingers still working herself. "Covered in her cum like a proper little bitch. You're not done yet, though. I want another turn."
My cock throbbed at her words, aching in my pants as I nodded, panting.
"Yes, please. Use me again. I'm all yours."