Page 68 of Our Sadie

“Now. I want Zach inside me now.”

Sounds like an order to me. Must sound that way to the other two as well because Zach is tearing off his sleeveless t-shirt and PJ bottoms like they’re full of ants. Either that, or he’s just horny. Can’t blame him on that one. We’ve basically been engaging in light amounts of torture by bringing bliss to her but never granting such a high to ourselves.

At least, not in front of her.

She must be eager, too, because she doesn’t take her time climbing up Zach’s body. First, she French kisses the ever-loving fuck out of him, then she pitches around and straddles him so that her back will be to his front.

Still, when I notice the shape of him, I almost balk. Sadie might not be petite for a woman height-wise, but she has a rather delicate bone structure. She’s also exceptionally small as far as her entrance goes. None of us have had any issues fucking her with our tongues or fingers, and if she’s taken my cock before, I have to assume she’s taken theirs as well.

But in that position, this might prove tricky.

I’m tempted to bring this to a halt just to discuss how things went with that thick and bulbous head of his the first time. Even with me there to lift her up and provide stability, it takes more than once to adjust the angles right, especially since the scars around her left hip mean that half of her isn’t as limber as the other half.

The only saving grace is that he naturally doesn’t just jut straight out but curves up as if to identify true north. Eventually, we manage to get everything to line up and both she and Zach groan as she slides inch by inch down his shaft.

“God, yes...” she calls out once she’s fully seated, and Zach is right on her heels.

“Holy shit,” he pants, grunting out his words. “I forgot how tight she is.”

She’s had to sit almost ridiculously straight to make the geometry work, but in order for Dom to have access to her, she’ll have to lay back. Sadie gradually does, moving at a snail’s pace to keep from being dislodged. And by the time she’s reclined over Zach with her back to his front, he’s wearing a grimace so strained that he might be experiencing pain instead of pleasure.

“You all right, there, Zach?” I inquire, repressing a grin. This more than anything else we’ve done so far is likely to put his endurance to the ultimate test.

“Good,” his voice emits from him an octave too high until he corrects himself by speaking again at his customary register. “I’m good.”

Dom’s eyes are dancing as we glance at one another, and I rip my gaze away just as quickly so I don’t laugh and ruin the moment. Yet, there’s nothing remotely funny about Dom bending her knees and moving each of her legs to the outside of Zach’s thighs. Especially when his dark hair appears just above where she and Zach are physically joined.

The man is downright explicit when he laves his tongue up and down her folds, not shy in the least about doing this with another man inside her.

Gasping, Zach thrusts his hips, his arms holding her around the middle, and this creates a natural rhythm for her to brace her feet on the mattress and respond to. Dom pauses as if to give them the chance to get into sync with each other, then brings his mouth right back to her most sensitive erogenous zone.

Mere seconds later, Sadie’s expression transports into something purely euphoric as she experiences her first climax of the night.

“Oh... unnghn... Fuck, yes...”

Dom has his arms around her thighs, still licking and suckling her as she bucks against his lips and tongue. Zach is still writhing beneath her and based on the perspiration beading his upper lip, looks dangerously close to giving in. In fact, I’m shocked he’s made it this far.

After all, it’s one thing to stave off an orgasm when you’re not being touched. It’s a whole other ball game to have a woman’s walls clenching around you and still stay strong.

I’ve been there. Many, many times. Though to be fair, most of those times I’d already spilled a time or two on film that specific day.

That’s when Sadie tips her head back against the crook of Zach’s neck as if searching for me.

“Now, you...” She reaches toward my cock. “Come in my mouth.”

It’s hot as hell for her to say that, and Zach must agree because he grunts and scrunches his brow line so hard it makes deep divots in his forehead. He drops his hips and goes stationary, but it’s evidently not enough.

“No. No... Son of a... Shit...”

Based on all that, I’m guessing he’s lost his battle with endurance.

Sadie reaches backwards and strokes her palm along his cheek, leaning up so she can kiss Zach as she shifts her body against him, letting him ride it out and relax. But despite him coming, he doesn’t look relaxed, he looks disappointed. Even flustered.

“Quit beating yourself up,” she murmurs to him, and based on his sudden intake of breath, she might’ve just squeezed him internally. “I’m loving this.” They kiss again for a moment, his hands cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples. Meanwhile, Dom hasn’t halted for an instant. Once Zach switches to nibbling on her ear, she whimpers out, visibly close to the pinnacle again. “I need your kiss, Jerome.”

I kneel and give it to her, having zero issues with this change of plans.

That’s when she shouts into my mouth, and I’m certain she’s climaxing for a second time. Only after she’s had a chance to calm down does she speak up again.

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