close my eyes, the sight of his face all at once too intense.
“Taste her,” Jay says.
Patrick makes a hungry noise, plunging his tongue deep. The pleasure is tearing me apart, so hot, so massively screwed up—this big man’s mouth on my pussy, Jay’s palms coaxing pleasure from my breasts as his breath steams against my neck. Two men. Jay’s fingers move to the front clasp of my bra, exposing my breasts, fondling them.
“I get to fuck her bare,” Jay says. “I should have fucked her first and made you eat all my come out of her.”
I gasp and my eyes pop open, unsure if what he said is utterly, insanely hot or completely fucked. But only Jay gets to decide what’s hot or fucked tonight. Patrick doesn’t protest the idea, just keeps doing what he’s been ordered to, fucking my pussy with his mouth.
Jay lets one of my breasts go, reaching down to my mound. He makes a V with his fingers on either side of my lips, pulling the skin a bit tighter, exposing my clit more to Patrick. I know Jay must feel Patrick’s tongue and Patrick must be licking Jay’s fingers and the idea that they’re sharing the barest of sexual contact sends a crackling bolt of selfish pleasure through me. I think something evil as their hands and Patrick’s mouth pleasure me—about Jay’s ultimate revenge, making Patrick suck him. I don’t think there’s any chance of that happening but the thought makes me so hot I feel the climax reach boiling, the heat in my toes and the muscles of my legs, gathering and whirling in my pussy and breasts and my skin and my shaking hands.
“She’s coming,” Jay says. “Don’t stop fucking her ‘til I say.”
Patrick obeys. His licks and sucks grow rougher as I lose myself, turning the orgasm from exquisite to excruciating.
“Keep going,” Jay orders.
I wriggle and jerk between them, my clit dying for a respite, but Jay knows how I work. There’s peak to the torturous sensitivity and once they get me over it the second climax rips through, twice as hard as the first.
“Drink it up,” Jay says.
I feel utterly wrung out and I know Patrick must be drowning in my come. His tongue laps, lips suck, and I feel his fingers coaxing all my juice out so he can swallow it.
Jay speaks close to my ear, the shallowness of his voice giving away his arousal. “You happy now, Robin?”
“Yes.” The tiny word comes out polysyllabic from my hitching breath.
“Is two men enough for you?” Jay asks.
“Yeah.”
“You want us both at once?”
I don’t know exactly what he means, and I hesitate, falling back to earth with an unceremonious plop. Jay knows anal skeeves me out and I look over my shoulder at him, nervous.
“Maybe he can fuck you from behind while you suck my cock.”
I don’t have a chance to decide if this idea is brilliance or sadism because Patrick suddenly stands, zipping his jeans over his erection and buckling his belt, looking ten feet tall.
“I can’t do this,” he announces. That’s all he says. He turns and leaves the room, heavy footsteps thumping down the stairs. I stare wide-eyed at Jay and he nods to the door to say I should go after him.
With my bra still flapping around my shoulders I grab my bathrobe from the hook by the dresser and nearly break my neck, yanking it on and stumbling down into the den. The front door’s open and Patrick’s tugging his second boot on. I rush to him but realize I have no clue what to say.
He straightens up. “I’m sorry, Robin. I can’t do this.” He walks to his truck and I follow.
“No, I’m sorry,” I say. “I didn’t know this was what he had in mind. If I’d had time to think about it, I might’ve realized it’s insane.”
He looks down and shakes his head. “You have no clue how bad I want you… But I can’t share you. Not like that. You guys’ll have to work this out without me. I’ll see you around.”
I think I’ve earned a far harsher ear-bashing than this, considering how massively
“Taste her,” Jay says.
Patrick makes a hungry noise, plunging his tongue deep. The pleasure is tearing me apart, so hot, so massively screwed up—this big man’s mouth on my pussy, Jay’s palms coaxing pleasure from my breasts as his breath steams against my neck. Two men. Jay’s fingers move to the front clasp of my bra, exposing my breasts, fondling them.
“I get to fuck her bare,” Jay says. “I should have fucked her first and made you eat all my come out of her.”
I gasp and my eyes pop open, unsure if what he said is utterly, insanely hot or completely fucked. But only Jay gets to decide what’s hot or fucked tonight. Patrick doesn’t protest the idea, just keeps doing what he’s been ordered to, fucking my pussy with his mouth.
Jay lets one of my breasts go, reaching down to my mound. He makes a V with his fingers on either side of my lips, pulling the skin a bit tighter, exposing my clit more to Patrick. I know Jay must feel Patrick’s tongue and Patrick must be licking Jay’s fingers and the idea that they’re sharing the barest of sexual contact sends a crackling bolt of selfish pleasure through me. I think something evil as their hands and Patrick’s mouth pleasure me—about Jay’s ultimate revenge, making Patrick suck him. I don’t think there’s any chance of that happening but the thought makes me so hot I feel the climax reach boiling, the heat in my toes and the muscles of my legs, gathering and whirling in my pussy and breasts and my skin and my shaking hands.
“She’s coming,” Jay says. “Don’t stop fucking her ‘til I say.”
Patrick obeys. His licks and sucks grow rougher as I lose myself, turning the orgasm from exquisite to excruciating.
“Keep going,” Jay orders.
I wriggle and jerk between them, my clit dying for a respite, but Jay knows how I work. There’s peak to the torturous sensitivity and once they get me over it the second climax rips through, twice as hard as the first.
“Drink it up,” Jay says.
I feel utterly wrung out and I know Patrick must be drowning in my come. His tongue laps, lips suck, and I feel his fingers coaxing all my juice out so he can swallow it.
Jay speaks close to my ear, the shallowness of his voice giving away his arousal. “You happy now, Robin?”
“Yes.” The tiny word comes out polysyllabic from my hitching breath.
“Is two men enough for you?” Jay asks.
“Yeah.”
“You want us both at once?”
I don’t know exactly what he means, and I hesitate, falling back to earth with an unceremonious plop. Jay knows anal skeeves me out and I look over my shoulder at him, nervous.
“Maybe he can fuck you from behind while you suck my cock.”
I don’t have a chance to decide if this idea is brilliance or sadism because Patrick suddenly stands, zipping his jeans over his erection and buckling his belt, looking ten feet tall.
“I can’t do this,” he announces. That’s all he says. He turns and leaves the room, heavy footsteps thumping down the stairs. I stare wide-eyed at Jay and he nods to the door to say I should go after him.
With my bra still flapping around my shoulders I grab my bathrobe from the hook by the dresser and nearly break my neck, yanking it on and stumbling down into the den. The front door’s open and Patrick’s tugging his second boot on. I rush to him but realize I have no clue what to say.
He straightens up. “I’m sorry, Robin. I can’t do this.” He walks to his truck and I follow.
“No, I’m sorry,” I say. “I didn’t know this was what he had in mind. If I’d had time to think about it, I might’ve realized it’s insane.”
He looks down and shakes his head. “You have no clue how bad I want you… But I can’t share you. Not like that. You guys’ll have to work this out without me. I’ll see you around.”
I think I’ve earned a far harsher ear-bashing than this, considering how massively
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