#eiffel tower

You were pacing the hardwood floor of the living room, phone gripped in your hand so tight and in your other hand was your gun. You were screaming into the receiver to your girlfriend like a crazy ass bitch. Your heart rate was sitting at a smooth 130 beats per minute.

And honestly? Nobody who actually knew you was even surprised. You had a reputation that preceded you everywhere you went. You were a well known crashout, a real life menace to society when somebody pushed you past your limit. You had already been to jail two, maybe three times in your life, all because your temper was a short, frayed fuse attached to a thing of dynamite. You didn't do the whole "let's talk it out" thing. When you felt disrespected, your hands went to work, and you let the consequences sort themselves out later.

Your ex, that bitch ass nigga Kamar, had finally pulled the last straw. After everything you did for him, after all the chances you gave his lying ass, you caught him dead in the act. Cheating. Plain as day. Fucking around in your bed like he wasn't dealing with a girl who would literally burn his whole life down to the ground without blinking an eye.

Standing near the kitchen island and sitting on the couch, watching your every frantic move with a look of heavy concern and quiet amusement, were your two best friends in the entire world: Jermajesty and Randy Jr.

The three of you had been inseparable for as long as anyone could remember. You grew up around them, they ran the streets with you, knew their deepest secrets, and they knew every single jagged edge of your crazy ass personality. Jermajesty and Randy just stood there, completely unbothered, sipping their drinks like it was just another night.

What your oblivious ass didn't know, or chose to completely ignore because you were always too wrapped up in your own chaos, was that both of them had been starving to get a taste of you for a long ass time.

The signs were literally written on the walls. The way Jermajesty’s eyes lingered on your chest whenever you wore something tight or the way he'd always stayed a little too long when he dropped you off. The way Randy’s hand always found its way to the small of your back when y'all were out in public, pulling you just a little bit closer than a "friend" strictly needed to, or when he always found a reason to wrap his arms around your waist from behind whenever you were in the kitchen.

The way Jermajesty’s eyes would track the curve of your hips every time you walked past him in shorts, the way both of them would shut down any other nigga who tried to step to you at the club. You thought it was just them being protective brothers.

But, It wasn't brotherly. It had never been brotherly.

it was the subtle looks they exchanged every single time Kamar walked into the room and the unspoken tension that filled the air whenever the three of you were alone.

They both wanted you badly, had wanted that sweet, tight heat between your thighs for years, but they played their roles seamlessly, waiting for the exact right moment to step in.

And today, with you drunk out of your mind, high off weed, and tearing the house apart over another nigga? The stars were aligning in the messiest way possible.

"I'm gonna kill this nigga, bro! On my momma, on everything I love, Kamar is fucking DEAD!" you screamed, your voice raspy from yelling for six hours straight. "Lying ass, bitch ass, broke ass nigga! I gave him everything! Everything! I bought his clothes! I let him ride in my car! I fed that nigga and gave him a place when he had nowhere to go! And I catch him in my bed?! MY BED, RANDY!"

You started waving the gun around in the air as you rambled, pointing it toward the window, toward the ceiling, completely reckless in your drunk, high state.

"Drink some water, crazy ass," Jermajesty said smoothly, leaning his tall frame against the counter. He had that effortless demeanor– but his eyes were fixed entirely on you as you paced. He took a slow drag from his blunt, blowing a thick cloud of smoke toward the high ceiling. "You gonna burst a vein in your neck before you even get out the front door."

"Fuck some water!" you snapped, cutting your eyes at him. "Don't tell me to drink no fucking water, Jermajesty! You don't know what the fuck I'm feeling right now! Y'all niggas always telling me to calm the fuck down!"

Randy let out a chuckle from where he was sitting on the edge of the couch, his long legs spread out, holding his glass. He shook his head, looking at you like you were the most entertaining thing on the planet. "Nigga, we ain't saying you ain't got a right to be mad. Kamar a hoe. We been told you he was a hoe. But you up in here screaming like a banshee waving that gun around and shit."

Dealing with the type of brothers you had, growing up around niggas who didn't play about their business, carrying a gun was like second nature to you, it was like carrying an extra pencil. You didn't pull it out to show off; you pulled it out because you meant every single word coming out of your mouth.

"I'm riding past his mama house!" you screamed, your thumb slipping over the slide. "I know where he at! I'm finna pull up, let off the whole clip through his front window, and see if he still talking that shit! Jermajesty, get your keys! Randy, let's go– get in the car!"

Jermajesty didn't even flinch at the barrel waving in his general direction, but he set his glass down on the counter real slow. He exchanged a quick look with Randy across the room, an unspoken language passing between the two brothers in a fraction of a second. The vibe in the room shifted instantly. The joking energy evaporating completely.

"Ma, put the gun down before you put a hole in my damn rug," Jermajesty said, his voice usually had a calming effect on people. Usually. "We ain't sayin' the nigga don't deserve it. We just sayin' you too pretty to be doin' all this over some bum ass nigga named Kamar."

"Get away from me, Maj!" you yelled, trying to step back, but your balance faltered just a little bit. "I'm serious! Fuck the rug! I'm finna go blow this nigga head off!"

"I know you serious," Jermajesty murmured, stepping right into your personal space. He reached out with one hand, his fingers gently wrapping around the barrel of the gun, slowly tilting it down toward the floor so it wasn't pointing at anything alive. With his other hand, he reached behind your head, his long fingers tangling gently into your hair, pulling your frantic face up toward his. "You too good to be doing all this ova a nigga who ain't worth the mud on your shoes."

Randy got up off the couch, and stepped right up behind you. You felt the sudden, massive wall of heat as his chest pressed against your back, his large hands sliding down your body, trapping your arms against your sides.

"Listen to him," Randy whispered right into your ear, his breath hot, smelling of liquor and sweet tobacco from the cigar he was smoking. His voice vibrated right through your spine, sending an accidental, deep shiver straight down to your thighs. "You gonna throw your whole life away for a nigga who ain't worth a dime? Shoot his house up, go to prison, and let him live his life while you locked down? That shit sound stupid as fuck."

Tears of anger finally spilled over your thick lashes down your cheeks.

"I wanna kill him..." you murmured, turning your head to glare at Randy, your eyes glossy, bloodshot, and heavy with alcohol, though your voice kept rising after each word. "I will plead temporary insanity and I'll tell the judge I was under severe emotional distress because a bitch ass nigga decided to bring some bitch into the apartment I pay the rent for!"

"And the judge gonna give you twenty five to life anyway," Randy interjected, snatching the gun right out from under Jermajesty’s fingers. "Cause you black, and loud as shit, and you brought a gun with a red dot sight to a domestic dispute. Use your brain, mama."

"Fuck my brain!" you yelled. "Y'all my best friends, y'all s'posed to help me! I called y'all, screaming my fucking lungs out, and instead of riding with me, y'all sitting here lecturing me! Fuck y'all!"

Jermajesty pulled your back against his chest, sliding both arms around your waist to yank you away from Randy. His brother shot him a warning glare. Jermajesty rested his chin on your shoulder, pulling you onto the floor leaning back against the base of the couch. "Who said we wasn't riding?" Jermajesty murmured right into your ear, his thumb casually sliding under the hem of your shirt, tracing slow, comforting circles onto the warm skin of your hip. "We been riding with you since we was little. You know damn well if you tell me to go dig a hole in the desert right now, Randy already in the car with two shovels."

"Mhmm," Randy agreed smoothly, sliding down onto the floor right in front of you. He crossed his legs, resting his forearm on his knee, his eyes locked dead on your face. "So don't ever play us like we ain't loyal to you. But shooting him? That’s easy. That’s fast. He don't deserve a easy way out."

You blinked, the liquor swirling heavy in your head. You leaned your head back against Jermajesty’s shoulder, looking across at Randy through half lidded eyes. "What...what the fuck is better than putting a hole in his chest, Randy?"

Randy leaned in closer, his hand coming out to wrap around your knee. His grip was warm, holding you stable while the room spun just a little bit. "Getting even," he said softly, his voice dropping. "Making him realize what he had, what he fucked up, and showing him that he was easily replaced by niggas he couldn't touch on his best day."

You cocked your head, your drunk brain trying to piece the logic together. "Replaced?"

Jermajesty let out a low chuckle right by your ear. His hands shifted on your waist, his long fingers casually digging into the soft flesh of your sides, pulling you even closer until there wasn't a millimeter of space left between your back and his front.

"You been oblivious as hell for years," Jermajesty whispered, his lips brushing against the sensitive curve of your neck. "Years we been watching you waste your life on a bum. You really thought me and Randy were just hanging around listening to you talk about him because we liked the nigga?"

Your breath hitched. The air in the living room suddenly felt ten degrees hotter. "What the fuck are you talking about, Maj?"

Randy’s hand slid from your knee, tracing a slow, burning path up the inside of your thigh, his fingers biting gently into your sweatpants. "He talking about the fact that we been wanting a taste of that pussy for a long time," Randy said flatly. "And you been sitting here crying over a nigga who don't even know how to make you scream."

Silence stretched heavy over the room, thick enough to swallow you whole. The only sound was the hum of the air conditioner and the rapid, unsteady thudding of your own heart against your ribs.

You sat there, clamped between the two of them, the tequila making your head heavy and your skin buzzy with unexpected horniness. You looked at Randy. Then you tilted your head back, looking up at Jermajesty his chest rising and falling against your shoulders, his lips pulled into a smirk.

"Y'all...y'all drunk," you stammered out, trying to sound tough, but your voice cracked, exposing the sudden flutter in your lower stomach. "Y'all just saying shit."

"I ain't drunk enough to lie to you," Randy said smoothly, his hand moving higher, his thumb pressing firm right through the fleece of your pants, directly against the outer curve of your pussy. "And Jer ain't either. Look at me."

You looked at Randy.

"You spent all morning crying over a boy," Randy continued. "When you got two real men sitting right here in front of you. Niggas who would've bought you the house, paid the rent, and kept your mouth so full you wouldn't even have time to complain."

Jermajesty’s hands slid slowly up to your body from your hips, his hands sliding up your ribs, just barely skimming the soft undersides of your breasts before moving to rest under your arms, holding you secure against him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips taking a lingering kiss right where your pulse was racing out of control.

"Mmm," Jermajesty groaned softly against your skin, his tongue taking a lazy, warm lick up to your jawline. "You smell so good tonight. Smells like you ready for us."

"Maj..." you gasped, your head falling back onto his shoulder. The feeling of his mouth on your neck sent a wave of heat straight between your thighs. You were hurt, you were drunk, and the combination of their overwhelming presence was completely shattering whatever self control you had left. "We...we best friends..."

"We still best friends," Jermajesty whispered, his hand sliding down to wrap fully around your waist, pulling your hips back hard against his clothed dick. You felt the heavy weight of his erection pressing through his sweatpants right against your ass. "Best friends take care of each other. That nigga broke your heart...let us fix it."

"Y'all crazy..." you whispered, but you didn't pull away. In fact, you leaned back even more into Jermajesty's chest, practically melted into him, your eyes heavy as you stared up at Randy. "Y'all deadass?"

"Deadass," Randy said.

Randy cupped the back of your head, pulling your face up, and brought his lips down on yours in a soul snatching kiss.

Randy kissed like he had been waiting five years to do it– because he fucking had. He didn't ease into it; his tongue went deep into your mouth, claiming you, tasting the sharp bite of the tequila on your tongue and mixing it with his own saliva. His hands moved from your face down to your neck, his long fingers squeezing gentle pressure against your throat, holding your head at the perfect angle while he devoured you.

You let out a low, muffled moan into his mouth, your fingers tangling into his short curls, pulling him closer. The heat of him, the firm strength of his chest pressing against yours, made your whole body go soft.

One minute you was on the rug, and the next the ceiling fan was spinning. Clothes were just things that fell off. There was no walking down the hall. There was only the king sized bed rising up to catch you, and the sudden, loud sound of breathing that wasn't just yours anymore.

Randy was hovering over your chest, his broad shoulders blocking out the faint lights filtering through the blinds. He cupped your jaw with his massive hand, his fingers digging into your soft cheeks to hold your face still as he explored your mouth. His tongue was sliding deep into your throat until you let out a muffled, helpless moan into his lips.

From behind you, Jermajesty was pressed tight against your back, his lower half completely bare, his thick, hard dick pressing hot and heavy right against the crease of your ass cheeks. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his lips kissing, and biting, and sucking small, bruised circles into the sensitive skin of your neck.

"Damn, you taste so sweet, baby," Jermajesty growled against your neck, his breath hitched, his teeth scraping over your skin just hard enough to make you arch your back with a sharp gasp. "Been wanting to get my mouth on you for years. Listening to you talk about that lame nigga while you was sitting right in front of two niggas who would've died for this..."

The whole thing was entirely overwhelming. Randy's mouth was completely dominating yours, his taste intoxicating, his heavy chest almost crushing down on your breasts, while Jermajesty's lips were lower, moving down your shoulder, his hands reaching around your front to roll your bare nipples between his hard, calloused thumb and forefinger.

You let out a broken, high pitched whine against Randy's lips, your fingers digging into the thick muscles of Randy's back, feeling the muscles of his spine contract with every deep breath he took.

Jermajesty shifted up and moreso next to you, his chest sliding against your arm. He reached forward with his right hand, forcing you to break the kiss with Randy. He pulled your head to the side, taking your mouth in a kiss that was completely different from Randy's. It was sweeter, and wetter, but it was also filled with an urgent, and desperate hunger.

"Look at me," Jermajesty rasped against your lips, his eyes wide and glossy with lust, his fingers around your face. "Give me that tongue."

You opened your mouth, letting his tongue slide inside, tasting the liquor, feeling the smooth slide of his lips against yours. But before you could even wrap your brain around Jermajesty's mouth, Randy slid down your body, his lips dragging over your throat, down your ribs, over your belly button, his stubble scraping against your soft skin until his hot breath was blowing directly over your dripping, swollen pussy.

"Fuck," Randy grunted, his hands reaching under your thighs, lifting your hips completely off the mattress and hooking your knees over his shoulders. He stared down at you, his thumb dragging through the thick, clear cream coating your folds, smearing it up toward your clit. "Look at this wet shit. You leaking for us already, huh? You knew who this belonged to all along."

"Randy– mmnnhh– !" You arched your back as Randy plunged his face right into your pussy, his tongue taking one long, flat stripe from the bottom of your slit straight up to your clit.

Jermajesty didn't give you a second to breath either. He moved up, kneeling right beside your head, his thick, heavy erect dick resting right beside your cheek, dark, veiny, and twitching with anticipation. He grabbed a handful of your hair, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to direct you, and pressed the wide, wet tip right against your bottom lip.

"Open up, mama," Jermajesty groaned, his breath ragged as he watched Randy's tongue working wildly between your legs. "Take it. Suck this dick like you mean it."

You turned your head, opened your mouth, your tongue darting out to lick the clear pre cum shining on the tip before you took the heavy head inside. Your lips tightened around him instantly. He was thick, so thick it stretched your jaw as you took him in even more, and the taste of him was rich and salty making you moan.

"Yeah, just like that," Jermajesty groaned, his hands shifting to cup the back of your head, starting a slow rhythm, pulling your mouth up his dick and letting you slide back down to the base. "Work that mouth, girl. Fuck..."

Below, Randy wasn't playin' fair at all. He had two fingers buried deep inside your tight, dripping hole, pumping them in a hard, curved angle that hit your spot over and over, while his lips stayed locked onto your clit, sucking it hard into his mouth.

The double sensation was too much. Your free hand scrambled over the sheets, your small fingers digging into Jermajesty's thighs, squeezing the solid muscle as your throat tightened uncontrollably around his shaft. You let out a muffled, desperate whine into his lap, your body tensing up as a sudden, sharp wave of an orgasm started to roll through your lower half.

"Oh nah, you ain't cumming yet," Randy muttered, pulling his mouth off your clit. He dropped your legs back onto the mattress, giving your cunt a sharp slap making you whine and jolt, and pull Jermajesty’s dick outta your mouth.

He flipped you over onto your hands and knees before you even had a chance to catch your breath.

"C’mon" Randy commanded. He grabbed your hips, his big hands digging deep into the soft flesh of your buttocks, pulling your back down into an arch, presenting your soaking wet, swollen pussy right to him. "Look at that plump ass shit. Jermajesty, look at this."

Jermajesty sat back on his heels at the head of the bed, his dick still glistening with your spit, his heavy eyes watching as Randy lined the thick, flared head of his dick right up with your dripping entrance.

"Take it, ma," Jermajesty said softly, reaching out to tangle his fingers in your hair, lifting your face up so you were forced to look at him while Randy slid in.

Randy pressed forward with one hard shove, his hips slamming against your ass cheeks in a single movement.

"Ohh– fuck!" you screamed into the quiet room, your eyes squeezing shut, your fingers gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white.

He was huge, filling you up completely, stretching your tight walls until you felt every single vein along his dick. The weight of him inside you made your lower stomach drop, a sharp, white hot shock of pleasure running straight up your spine.

"Yeah, scream that shit," Randy groaned through his teeth. He pulled all the way back until just the wide head was caught in your lips, then slammed back in, the wet soundof his pelvis hitting your ass echoing through the bedroom. "Take all nine inches of this real nigga dick, bitch. Forget about that nigga…"

Randy set a brutal, punishing pace from behind. He was holding your hips tightly, his fingers leaving red marks on your smooth skin as he dragged his dick out and drove it back in, over and over and over again. Every time he hit the back of your wall, your body jerked forward, the recoil of your ass cheeks slapping against his thighs with a loud, wet sound that filled the room.

"Oh my god! Randy! Randy, wait-" you gasped out, your fingers trembling against Jermajesty’s thighs, barley able to give him the time of day as randy pounded into you with no mercy.

"Wait for what?!" Randy breathed out, his breath coming in heavy, ragged wheezes, his eyes locked onto the sight of his dick disappearing into your dripping, cream covered hole. "You wanted a real one, right? You wanted somebody to hold you down, right? I'm holding you down! Look at this ass fat as fuck! Jermajesty, get your dick in her mouth, she talking too much!"

Jermajesty didn't need to be told twice. He moved over, sitting right in front of your face now, his veiny dick rising straight up in front of your nose. He grabbed your jaw, pulling your face directly into his groin.

"Come on, ma," Jermajesty rasped, his eyes burning down at you as Randy's relentless thrusting kept shaking your whole upper body. "Can you suck it for me?"

You tried to wrap your lips around him, but Randy's rhythm behind you was too crazy, too hard, hitting your g spot with every single drive of his hips. Every time Jermajesty slid his head into your mouth, Randy would give one extra hard, deep shove, making your throat clamp down around Jermajesty's head while small, pathetic whines escaped the corners of your mouth.

"Unh unh, c'mon girl," Jermajesty muttered, his hands tightening in your hair as he felt your teeth graze him slightly from how hard you were shaking. "Don't let Randy distract you. Work the tip, baby."

"I- I can't–" you tried to say, but the words were instantly cut off as Randy reached forward, his big hand pushed your head down, forcing you back on his dick while he pounded you from behind.

"Keep your mouth on him…" Randy breathed into your ear, his body slick with sweat. "Suck his dick while I stretch this pussy out…show him how good you can take both of us…"

Your fingers were grasping blindly at Jermajesty's thighs, your nails digging deep into his skin, squeezing him tight as your mouth slipped back down his shaft. Jermajesty let out a low groan, his hips twitching forward, pressing his heavy balls right against your chin, letting you feel the warmth and weight of him as you sucked him deep, all while Randy was practically breaking your back from behind.

The relentless tempo left you completely breathless, and completely helpless, mixed with the fact you were stroking jermajesty’s shit while leaning down to suck on his balls.

"Look at her taking it," Randy panted, his hand moving down to rub your dripping clit right where his dick was sliding in and out. "She dripping all over my shit. Look at this mess she making."

Jermajesty groaned, leaning down to press a hot, messy kiss to your forehead while you continued to choke on his dick, his thumb sliding over your cheek to wipe away a stray tear of pleasure. "She doing good...damn, she taking all of it..."

Randy suddenly pulled out with a loud, wet squelch, making you let out a whimper at the sudden emptiness. But before you could even turn around, Randy grabbed your waist, pulling you back onto your knees, in front of him now, your pussy in front of jermajesty now, Randy’s dick shining with a thick coat of your juices.

He tapped the wet head of his dick against your cheek, his breath ragged. "You made a whole damn mess on my shit. Clean it off, baby. Use that tongue and clean your best friend up."

You let out a low, breathless whine, your hands trembling as you reached up, your fingers wrapping around his massive, muscular thighs for support. Your tongue darted out, licking a thick, slick stripe of your own wetness right off the underside of his dick. Randy let out a hiss through his teeth, his hips twitching forward just an inch as your warm tongue lapped over his sensitive skin.

"Yeah, just like that," Randy groaned, his brows coming together, his hand coming down to cupping the back of your head, his fingers tangling into your hair.

You parted your lips, taking the tip of his dick deep into your mouth. He was thick– so fucking thick, the heat of him burning against the roof of your mouth. You hummed softly, working your lips down the long, veiny thing, tasting the salt of his skin mixed with the lingering taste of your own wetness.

You slid your mouth lower, dragging your tongue along the heavy vein running down the bottom of his dick until your nose pressed right up against his pelvic area. Without hesitation, you pulled off, sucking one of his heavy balls straight into the side of your mouth, swirling your tongue around it while your fingers pumped the base of his shaft.

"Shit, mama!" Randy choked out, his head rolling back, his jaw clenching so tight the muscles in his neck stood out like cords.

Jermajesty, who was sitting right behind you on the mattress, let out a low chuckle, his eyes completely glazed over with lust. He was stroking his own dick, waiting to have you, as his chest rose and fell with fast, shallow breaths.

"I told you she was a wild one, bro," Jermajesty grunted, reaching out with one palm to cup your soft ass cheek, his thumb dragging through your slick, pussy lips as you let Randy’s ball slide out of your mouth with a wet pop. "She don't do nothing by halves. You crash out on the street, you crash out in the bed. Ain't that right, ma?"

You looked back at Jermajesty through your heavy eyelids, your chin shining with saliva. "Shut up, Jermajesty..." you slurred out, your voice raspy. "Talkin' all that shit...come put this dick in me then."

Jermajesty’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous smirk spreading across his pretty face. "Oh, it's like that? You ready for me now? After Randy just tore that little hole up?"

"I can take it," you rasped out, the words barely tumbling past your swollen, glistening lips before a low laugh rumbled deep in Jermajesty’s chest.

"You hear this crazy ass girl, Randy?" Jermajesty said, his eyes dropping down to the slick, shiny trail running down your chin, his fingers digging a little firmer into the meat of your ass. "She talking 'bout she can take it. Like I ain't been watching her twitch every time you drove that thing into her."

Randy let out a ragged exhale, his hand moving your head back toward him, keeping your face right where he wanted it– inches from his glistening, veiny dick.

"She think she tough 'cause she can handle a little bit of noise," Randy growled, his thumb tracing the swollen line of your bottom lip, dragging a drop of your saliva across your skin before thrusting the thick tip of his dick back past your teeth for two sharp, shallow pumps. "She don't know what she asking for. Go 'head, watch how fast that mouth shut up."

Before you could even gulp down the heavy spit pooling in your mouth, Jermajesty grabbed you by your waist. His fingers sinking deep into the soft, tender flesh right above your hip bones. With one smooth pull, he dragged your body backward so you were back on your knees.

He didn't give you a single second to settle. Jermajesty dropped his heavy weight over your lower half, his chest pressing firm against your arching lower back, crushing you into the bed. You could feel the size of him– his shoulders, the hard ridges of his abs, and that thick, throbbing dick resting on your ass.

Randy pulled himself up, sliding into a sitting position right, he spread his long legs out, resting his back against the headboard, his heavy dick still standing straight up. He reached down, catching your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up so you had no choice but to look straight at him, straight at the monster of a thing you were supposed to be cleaning off.

"Put your hands on my thigh," Randy commanded softly. "Work my dick with your hand while Jermajesty puts his inside you. Let's see how much of a boss you really are."

Your breath came in short, ragged hitches. Your hands, trembling almost violently, reached up and found the muscle of Randy’s left thigh. Your fingers dug into his skin. You reached your other hand around, your fingers barely able to wrap around him, and began a slow, unsteady stroke up and down.

"Good girl," Randy rasped, his eyes darkening in a way as he watched your small hand try to handle him. "Now look at me while he do it."

Behind you, Jermajesty didn't bother with any slow entry. He had watched you, wanted you, lusted after you through years of listening to you cry over some weak ass, dry faced ass nigga who didn't know what he had. He was done waiting. He reached down, grabbing his dick, lined the tip up right at the soaking wet entrance of your pussy.

He leaned forward, his teeth lightly grazing the tender skin of your shoulder blade, and thrust his hips forward in one continuous drive.

"Mmmhmmm...fuck– jerma– hmmm!"

The moan tore out of your throat. Jermajesty was built entirely different than Randy– where Randy was thick, and heavy, and hit deep enough to make your lungs collapse, Jermajesty was long, and curvy, and hit your g spot almost instantly.

Your back arched, your face digging into the mattress, but Randy’s hand immediately caught your jaw, forcing your head right back up onto his lap, keeping your eyes locked onto his face.

"Stay right there," Randy growled, his knuckles white as he held your head steady. "Don't you dare close your eyes. Look at me, girl."

Jermajesty let out a low groan from behind you, his hands coming down onto the meat of your ass cheeks, spreading them wide as he began to set a fast pace. He pulled almost all the way out, letting just the tip hover at your dripping lips, before pushing.

"Oh my go– Maj, stop...it's too...unhh!" you sobbed, your hands completely losing their grip on Randy's thigh. Your head was spinning, the room tilting completely sideways as Jermajesty drove into you over and over, his hips slapping against your ass with a relentless, punishing cadence that made the entire bed frame creak and groan beneath you.

"Nah, nah, nah!" Jermajesty groaned, his voice right at the back of your neck. He reached forward, his fingers digging deep into your ribs, pulling your torso up so your back was pinned flat against his sweaty chest. "You said you could take it, right?! You was running your mouth downstairs, talking 'bout killing niggas, talking 'bout crashing out! You want to do somethin'?! Take this dick then...every fuckin' inch of it!"

He pushed you back down and lifted your hips slightly, shifting his angle, and drove in even deeper.

The angle hit a spot deep inside you that sent a shock straight to your brain. Your eyes rolled back into your head before you just squeezed them shut, your mouth hanging open as high pitched, pathetic whines started pouring out of you, completely stripped of any attitude, or any anger, or any of the tough front you’d been carrying all day.

"Look at her," Randy said, as he watched you completely disintegrate under Jermajesty’s power. He reached down, sliding two fingers into your mouth, hooking them over your tongue, pulling it slightly so your spit ran down your chin. "You breaking her."

"She was talkin' too much," Jermajesty grunted, his chest heaving against your back, his hands moving from your ribs down to your stomach, pulling you backward into every single thrust, earning a moan, or a whimper, or a groan every fucking time. "Thought...thought she was...running shit..."

The sound of his pelvis slamming into your soft, bouncing ass cheeks filled the room. You were completely out of it. Jermajesty was hitting you so good, and so deep, that you couldn't even keep your head up. Your neck felt like lead, and your chin dropping heavy onto Randy’s thigh, your face pressed against the warm hair of his leg.

"Get your chin up," Randy commanded softly, though there was no real anger in it. He reached down, grabbing a handful of your hair, pulling your face back toward his waiting dick. "You supposed to be stroking me, girl. You slipping."

"I...I can't...Randy, please..." you wept, your fingers feebly trying to stroke his dick while Jermajesty behind you slammed his hips home with enough force to lift your lower half right off the mattress. "Maj is...oh god...oh fuck"

"I don't give a fuck. Keep stroking," Randy said again, his voice leaving zero room for argument. "Put your mouth back on it. Do both."

You couldn't do it. You literally could not form a sentence, let alone hold Randy’s dick in your mouth. Every time you tried to lean forward and press your wet lips to Randy’s tip, Jermajesty would deliver another deep, gut wrenching thrust that made your whole upper body jerk, your lips slipping right off Randy's skin with a wet, helpless sound.

"Look at her, bro," Jermajesty gasped, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips so hard his knuckles were turning pale under his skin. "She can't even keep her mouth on you. I'm hitting this shit too deep."

"Drown this little bitch in it. Make her forget every other nigga she ever laid up with."

"She already forgot," Jermajesty said carelessly, his speed picking up, his thrusts turning into frantic as if he wanted to prove a point. "Ain't no Kamar...ain't no nobody else...just us. She ours now. Say it, mama...say you ours."

"I'm yours! I'm yours! unnhhh, Maj, please!" you screamed, your brain completely turning to mush, the orgasm that had been building since Randy had you finally snapping like a stretched rubber band.

The walls of your pussy clamped down around Jermajesty’s thick dick with a desperate, suffocating grip, milking his pretty thing violently, sending a wave of uncontrollable tremors straight through your thighs and legs. You sobbed out loud, your head buried in Randy’s thigh, your small hands clutching at his knees like a drowning person reaching for a lifeline.

"Yeah...that's it, mama." Jermajesty groaned, his breath hitching as your tight walls squeezed him to the point of pain. Though, he didn't slow down, he pushed through your climax, pushing his hips into your pussy five, six, seven more times until he let out a low, shuddering groan that sounded like it came from the absolute depths of his soul.

He drove in as deep as he could possibly go, pinning your hips flat to the bed, his entire body going stiff as he began to pour himself into you, his pulse heavy and violent inside your tight, milking pussy.

Randy leaned forward immediately, pulled your face up to his, his mouth claiming yours in a kiss, tasting your tears, and your sweat, and the liquor off your tongue.

Jermajesty slowly pulled out from behind you with a loud, wet squelch, his heavy breathing rattling in his chest as he collapsed back onto the mattress beside you, his body glistening.

Randy pulled back from the kiss, his eyes dark, heavy, and completely unsated. He looked down at your face, flushed, covered in sweat, your lip trembling, your eyes wide and completely glazed over with absolute surrender.

"Look at you," Randy whispered, his hand sliding down your damp back, down between your ass, his fingers tracing the swollen, lips of your pussy, feeling your warmth leaking out over his fingers. "You good?"

"Randy..." you breathed, your voice barely a squeak, though you nodded as he caressed you cheek, your eyes fluttering close.