Twin Princes’ Desire

Chapter 3: Games and Things

!!! This chapter involves an intense s****l scene. Readers are warned !!! Enjoy ;)

Lyla POV

I grabbed his broad shoulders and brought his mouth crashing into mine. He responded immediately by nibbling my lower lip. I moaned and he took the opportunity to delve his tongue into my mouth. Moaning, I took my hands up to tug on his hair earning me a satisfied growl.

I could feel myself becoming needier with every touch, his calloused hands roamed up my torso and teased the side of my breasts through my shirt. He brought his hand up halfway towards my n****e before bringing it back down to grasp my hips. I groaned in response hitching my hips upwards to ease the s****l frustration building in me.

I could feel his now hard member digging between my thighs as he started grinding along with my thrusting hips. The friction did little to appease my growing appetite.

“Please Dagon…” I whispered hoarsely. This was the only time I was ever fully submissive to another.

“So impatient little one. Stand up and strip slowly, Layla I want to see everything,” Trent and Dagon's voice melted together in a deep baritone voice that sent shivers down my spine.

Standing up, I moved to stand in front of him, just out of his reach. I only wore an over-sized T-shirt with sexy black lingerie underneath. I was never unprepared when it came to my lingerie.

I slowly moved my hands to the hem of the T-shirt, never breaking eye contact with his now deep golden, brown eyes. I seductively ran my tongue along my bottom lip, earning me another growl.

I felt my toes curl and my stomach tighten before I lifted it to expose my lace, black thong and matching bra. I threw the shirt aside, before reaching around to unclasp the bra. I paused momentarily then leaned down slightly to show off my distinct cleavage. The bra fell off on the floor and I stood up swiftly so my breasts jiggled up and down.

I knew both Dagon and Trent were watching my every move. The look he gave me was pure arousal.

Without having to look, I knew my n*****s were at attention, being as aroused as I was. The cool morning air felt amazing against my sensitive skin making everything feel heightened.

I ran both hands up my stomach and grasped my breasts softly and pinching my n*****s. I gave a small moan bring one hand down to run across my now soaking wet thong.

“That goes too,” he ordered his voice and face were now pure dominants.

Turning around, I bent forward pushing my ass out while lowering my underwear to the floor, giving my bum a small twerk.

He gave a sharp inhale of breath before muttering “Fuck.”

I looked over my shoulder to see him palming the front of his jeans where a large bulge could be seen.

“Do you like what you see?" I snickered while turning around and placing my hands on my waist. I pushed my elbows forward to squish my breasts.

Leaning forward, I asked,"wouldn't you just love to pump your large member through this? Pushing it towards my awaiting tongue," I moaned seductively as I ran my tongue along the top of my teeth.

“That's enough, I'm the one in control here. Now be a good girl and kneel on the ground with your legs apart.” I knelt on my knees as he instructed, bracing myself back with one hand on the floor, my hair falling behind me.

“You’re going to pleasure that pretty, pink p***y of yours. You’re not to look away from me, understand?” His face was stern and dark as he waited for me to respond.

“Yes sir," I moaned as the thick smell of my arousal wafted around us. Slowly, my hand delved between my thighs, making contact with my lips. I gasped as an immediate pulse of pleasure travelled through my body. My p***y was dripping with my inner juice. I looked up and saw Trent staring expectantly at me. Without any warning, I shoved two fingers up into my hole violently, causing a shudder to overtake my body. A loud moan followed.

“f**k yes,” I exclaimed as my body involuntarily began rocking along my fingers. A wet squishing sound filled the air as I moved my hips up and down, riding my fingers all while looking up into his face. He stared back with a smirk.

“That’s my good dirty girl,” he removed his shirt, revealing a defined 8 pack. His body was sculpted to perfection and completely ripped. Golden skin marred with scars was shining with sweat that traveled all the way to his harsh V line. All that remained was his loose, black jeans fastened with a belt that hugged his hips. Undoing his belt, he put it to the side to be used later.

I was a moaning mess as I flicked my thumb against my c**t slowly and softly.

“Please, Trent, I need you inside me,” I begged as I sucked on my lower lip, eyes begging. He reached over to open my bedside draw and pulled out my n****e clamps. My breathing increased in anticipation. Moving forward, he placed one on each erect n****e before slapping each breast softly. My body felt overloaded with pleasure as the weight of the clasps sent tingles to my core.

“Not until you put on a grand show, beautiful, then you will get your reward,” He huskily breathed into my ear before moving back to the bed. I angled myself up and with one hand I grasped my breast, kneading it roughly. I stilled my hips as I let my fingers do the work, plunging in and out at a slower rhythm than before.

“Sir, do I make you hard? Maybe you should take off your pants so I can see just how hard I make you.” I placed an innocent look on my face as I continued to moan.

Trent stood slowly and removed his jeans and jocks in one motion. His thick, long member stood to attention gleaming with pre-c*m. I let out a gasp. I would never get used to how beautiful and big it was.

"Like what you see, little one? I wonder how wet you are just from seeing it. Show me," he demanded, his eyes darkening as they switched between gold and brown.

My fingers picked up their pace while I added a third, filling me up even further. Pushing my hips forward so he could see my juices flowing between my hand.

“Are you imagining my c**k in your sweet p***y, Lyla? How it would fill you to the brim, hitting your uterus with each stroke.”

My groan filled the room as I chanted ‘yes.’ My fingers got impossibly fast while I increased the pressure on my c**t. My breasts bounced up and down as I felt the weight on the clasps pulling at my n*****s. My core began to clench and build with the unmistakable tingles that moved down my legs.

“Sir, please let me come. I’m so close.”

“Hold it and beg,” he demanded, his face stoic as he grasped his member in his hands and pumped it slowly.

“Please, oh please, f**k it feels so good, please,” I leant back again, giving him the perfect view of my p***y being pumped violently. My juices were pouring out of me now with the suspense of an approaching o****m.

"Please Trent..." my moans got louder as I fought to stop my o****m. Sweat smothered my body, dampening my hair. I could feel my walls tightening around my fingers as it became harder to pump in and out.

"Please Dagon..." I whimpered as my hips began to roll forward and back. My body shuddered violently every time my c**t rubbed against my palm.

"I can't hold it sir, please," I screamed as I fell back on the floor and wriggled around my bottom, lifting off the floor as I moved my hand from my breast to stroke my c**t as the other kept pumping my p***y.

“Cum.”

With that one word my body responded immediately, sending me down an abyss of pure ecstasy. A scream tore from my lips as my hips bucked upwards, lifting my shoulder blade off the floor. My body shook violently as I began twitching and muttering ‘f**k, f**k, f**k me.’

As I began to come down, I sat back up, removing my fingers from my p***y and looked up beneath my lashes. Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I stuck them in one by one, licking each finger to clean the juice.

Trent intently watched me as I moaned “mmm, do you want a taste?” I wiggled my eyebrows.

“Stand up.”

Before I could stand all the way up, his arms pulled me into his lap. Both legs were positioned on either side of his thighs with my back pushed up against his bare torso. One hand snaked up to position itself around my neck with his fingers against my jaw. The other palmed my p***y.

“The show isn't over,” just before I could reply, a knock filled the room.

“Lyla, hurry up, we’re all waiting for you and Trent. What’s the hold up?” Eric’s voice came from outside the door.

“You better not keep him waiting,” Trent's breath caressed against my ear, as a muffled moan came out of my mouth.