Page 104 of Her Devils

“Let me see how you kiss J, baby,” he murmurs, trailing his fingers up and down the delicate column of her neck.

“Come here, Jameson.” She smiles, and I don’t make her ask twice.

I take her lips in a hard, possessive kiss. My desire for her is evident by how hard I am.

“Fuck,” I grunt, nipping her bottom lip when she closes her fingers around the base of my erection.

Lenley has obviously been keeping tabs on how I like to be touched. Her touch is perfect—not too fast and just tight enough to drive me crazy. “Princess, if you keep doing that, I’m going to blow my load before I even get my cock near you.”

Her smile is full of mischief. “But I love touching you. You’re so hard, and yet you have the softest, most velvety skin.”

Yeah, no.

I lift her from Channing’s arms, maneuvering to position her on all fours.

“Your hands are perfect, but the Eiffel Tower requires me to take your tight little pussy from behind,” I inform her, grabbing her hips. “Are you ready, princess?” I press closer, rubbing the head of my cock against her wetness before shifting to rub my shaft over her slit.

“Stop teasing me,” she complains. “I need you inside me, Jameson.”

Who am I to deny her what she wants?

I change the angle, lining myself up with her entrance and plunging inside her with one single thrust.

I don’t stop until I’m buried to the hilt and my balls slap against the smooth skin of her outer lips.

“Fuck. That’s so hot.” Channing’s eyes are on us, zeroing in on where we’re joined.

He wraps his hand around his shaft, stroking himself as he watches me move in and out of Lenley.

The thrill of being watched spurs me on to go harder and deeper, encouraged by Lenley’s rocking movements, and we grind against each other.

“Chan, take her mouth,” I instruct when I’m sure that Lenley is comfortable with my invasion.

My best friend kneels in front of our girl, his fist still closed around the base of his hard shaft, as he offers himself to her plump, soft lips.

“Open, princess,” I command.

Our gazes meet in the full-length mirror on the wall behind Channing.

She nods before wrapping her lips around Channing’s tip and taking in more and more of his shaft every time I thrust into her, pushing her forward.

I get into a steady rhythm, loving the feeling of her tight, wet heat and the noises of our skin slapping against each other and her mouth sucking and licking on Channing.

“Shit. This feels so fucking good.” Channing moans, tangling his hands in Lenley’s dark hair to keep her head still as he thrusts deeper into her mouth. “I’m going to come.”

I’m very close too. Every time I feel her inner walls tighten around me, my balls tingle in warning that I’m about to explode. “Chan, it’s time.”

Our eyes meet above Lenley, and he lets go of her hair at the same time I release her hips.

“Look in the mirror, princess,” I call as I lace my fingers through Channing’s, holding both his hands above Lenley’s head. “This is the Eiffel Tower, and you’re the hottest base I’ve ever seen.”

I know she likes what she sees by the moans she makes around Channing’s cock and the powerful squeeze of her core muscles that prove to be my undoing.

My orgasm hits me with such intensity, I’m grateful for the support provided by Channing’s hands, or I think I’d crush Lenley.

“Fuck,” I grunt as I still, feeling my hot release explode out of me as my cock twitches.

White-hot pleasure invades every nerve ending in my body. “Dude, she’s coming too,” I say, loving the way Lenley grinds her hips against me.

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