Page 81 of Finish Line

Cam continues to move his finger in and out of Mav while I run my tongue up and down his shaft.

“Stop, or I’m going to come,” he moans.

I pop off his dick. “We wouldn’t want that, now, would we?”

Cam pulls out his fingers and lubes up his dick. Lining himself up, he pushes into Mav.

Cam grits his teeth, a moan tumbling free. “You feel so good, Mav.”

“Shit,” Mav pants. “Shelby, you can watch if you don’t want to do this.”

Crawling forward, I nip at his chest. “Hell, no, you two have me horny as hell.”

I straddle Mav, my back pressed against Cam’s chest. I ease myself down, taking him in until my ass cheeks rest right where Cam holds himself inside Mav. I rise, then grind down on him, taking my time building up the speed.

When I get going, that’s when Cam starts. Cam and I move together. As I drop on Mav’s cock, Cam rocks forward, slamming into Mav. Then, I move up to the tip, while Cam withdraws again.

Mav drops his head back, and his eyes flutter closed. He reaches up with one hand and kneads my breast. Every so often, pinching it, making me moan.

How does Mav survive both of us? I’m going nuts. His cock slides in and out of me as I ride him, and Cam’s hips slap my ass, my clit grinding against Mav with each of my downward strokes.

Cam’s hand rests on my hip, pulling me back. Mav grips the sheets with both hands.

“I’m not going to last.” His dick swells, the sensation making me arch my back, shifting to take him deeper.

His right hand releases the sheets, then he grips my other hip. He rocks me back and forth. At the same time, Cam slips his hand down my hip to between Mav and me, flicking my clit.

“Ahh!” I cry out.

“Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it.” Mav groans. “She’s squeezing me so tight.”

Mav flexes, and Cam picks up speed. Our tempo increases, and our movements stay in sync as best we can. All three of us are close.

I’m not sure who comes first. Heat blasts its way down my spine to my clit, my pussy pulsing, gripping and milking Mav, who grunts, thrusting his hips up faster, prolonging my orgasms as he chases his own.

I call out both of their names as pleasure continues to rock through me. Mav comes with a final thrust and a growl, his heat splashing against my inner walls, making me cry out again.

Cam’s cry of pure pleasure joins mine, his hips stuttering as he grinds out his last few thrusts, emptying himself into Mav.

I collapse on Mav’s chest. Cam catches himself as he falls forward, so as not to crush us, and places a gentle kiss against the base of my neck. I lay my cheek on Mav’s sweat-coated chest.

We catch our breaths, the room full with the sound of our breathing and the smell of sex.

Once I can breathe, I shift, so I hover over Mav. I lean down and take his lips with mine. “Fucking amazing. Thank you.”

I glance back at Cam’s smiling face, where he still holds his weight over us. “Thank you.” I peck Cam’s lips.

Mav’s dick twitches inside me. “Holy shit, keep kissing me like that, and I’ll be hard again in a minute.”

He chuckles, the movement making my inside twitch in a mini-orgasm aftershock. He must clench down on Cam because he groans.

Reluctantly, Cam pulls out of him and falls to the side.

I laugh as I roll off him, flopping to his other side, my body thrumming with energy. “Damn, I needed that.”

“You good?” Cam checks.

I grin at both of them. “I’m great!”

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