Page 72 of Shameless Game

Then I remember what I saw Beau do. It was so fucking hot. How he already knows how to unlock Blair’s squirting lust, so I do it, too.

Slowly driving two of my longest fingers inside her cunt, I curl them hard against her wall while my tongue won’t stop toying with her clit, and the way she moans, she cries. She does it so long and so high it’s almost a wail. Her thighs shake, clenching together, getting ready to jolt with an orgasm. She tastes so good, I’d let her break my neck between her legs as she braces for it, grabbing my hair so hard.

It starts with her pulse around my fingers. So, I stroke them harder inside her, my tongue flattening, unrelenting, and taking her clit because I want this as much as she does.

“Coolllttt!” A scream finds her voice. Tremors take her thighs. She’s coming, and I’m found. I lap Blair up, drinking her sweet gush in my thirsty mouth.

The sensation of her desire dripping from my chin, from my beard, makes me fucking feral to fuck her, but Beau takes over.

“Now, baby.” He rips his shorts open, lifting his hips and shoving them down. “Fuck us now.” So I help him kick them away. Gently, he lifts her while he orders, “You’re gonna come on my cock, then you’re gonna come on his. You’re gonna shower us in that sweet squirt all night like our good little slut.”

Blair catches her breath before she yanks her dress off, dragging it over her head. She’s found her second wind while I stand and strip my trunks off, too.

Then I remember, as I watch her straddle Beau, how she sinks on his bare cock, so I head for my bedroom.

“Where are you going?” Beau growls. “We’re fucking her. We’re taking turns with her.”

“Until I get tested, I need a condom,” I explain.

After what Amber did, my trust is thin. And though it was done to me, I won’t do it to another. I don’t risk my lovers or me.

The rule in the locker room is you wrap until you wed.

Clearly, that’s Beau’s plan with Blair because he’s taking her raw. By the time I’m back, taking my seat beside them on the sofa before sheathing my cock, Blair is riding him hard.

She’s playing with her nipples for him, making him grunt while she moans.

Damn, she can work those hips. She makes a stripper look like a nun. She makes my lips part; my jaw slack with awe.

So is Beau’s. He demands, “Hold still, baby.” She obeys. “Yeah, just like that. Sit right there and don’t move. Just let us watch you be a dirty girl.” He sucks his thumb. He gets it dripping with spit. “You want Daddy to go deep? Like your naughty panties say?”

“Yes.” She takes him all the way to his thick base.

“Then sit right here,” he says, “and don’t move. Feel Daddy’s big dick deep in your pussy while I play with your naughty clit.”

Damn, he’s dirty, and damn, I love it.

I never knew.

I stroke my cock, but have to pace myself. I know Beau and I will finally have a chance this week, too, but this night’s for her. We’re devoted to Blair’s pleasure, and it’s so erotic, so trusting, too.

I don’t know how Blair can take Beau, but she does. She leans back, her hands behind her, bracing on his knees, but she doesn’t ride him. She doesn’t move. She’s sealed to him, letting him thumb her slick, exposed, hard clit until she’s shaking.

It’s so damn hot. It’s beautiful the way her back arches, her ample breasts swelling more, I swear, while her nipples ache for attention, but Beau’s in control.

He wants her like this; how she trusts him like this.

“That’s it, baby,” he coaxes. “Show us how you want it. How you want every dirty thing we’re going to do to you.” She moans, and his thumb presses faster. “Yeah, you do. You’re creaming on my cock for it, aren’t you? Your clit’s so hard. You want it so bad. Don’t you, Blair? You want my cock. You want Colt’s, too. So, fucking come for us. Show us. Come for your daddies.”

Blair convulses. With a guttural groan, her orgasm quakes through her. She can’t speak. Her primal sound is like a mating call. She wants more, and damn, I need her now, and I get my wish.

“Fuck her.” Gently, Beau lifts her off his cock. It falls out, still swollen and glistening, his shaft dripping with her release. “Fuck her, and keep making her come.”

My heart melts, my dick surging at the way Blair reaches for me. She trusts me, too. Her hands wrap around my neck while her body leaves Beau’s to straddle mine.

I lift my cock for her, holding it up, and she takes me with a moan. She’s a woman on a mission, seizing what she wants. She starts riding me so hard and fast, too; it’s like a defensive tackle hits my chest. I grunt at the shock, at the force of her, but this is pleasure. So much fucking pleasure, I plunge my hands in her raven hair to hang on. Her strands feel like silky reigns in my grasp while I force her hooded stare to mine.

“You like riding Daddy’s dick?” I’m gonna take her there, too. “Feel it. Feel how it’s so hard and fucking long for you, isn’t it, Blair?”

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