Page 42 of Simply You & Me

Nibbling on her lip, she eyes us once again and turns back to the man beneath her. "Can I taste you?"

Fuck me sideways.

"Oh my god," Julian whisper groans, and Zach's head thunks against the wall.

The breathiness of Wyatt's encouragement makes my balls ache. "Take anything you want, baby girl."

One final look around the room, then Addie's sliding off his lap and taking his dark jeans with her. Settled on her knees, she places Wyatt's pants and boxers beside him on the couch. From where I'm sitting, I can't see her face, but I admire the way her head tilts as she caresses the thick head of his cock.

Wyatt all but pouts when she takes her touch away, but it's only for a moment as she gathers her hair and offers the strands for him to hold. I want to touch myself so badly or swallow Julian down while we watch this play out. This is Addie's moment, though. A moment to test the trust and safety we offer her. It doesn't help that I can clearly fucking see the outline of Zach's cock pointing at me, though.

With a look of complete and utter fascination and tenderness, Wyatt wraps her hair around his fist. Almost like she's trying to tease us, her tongue darts out and runs up the length of Wyatt's throbbing dick. The whites of his knuckles strain to bury his cock in her throat.

Without any hesitation, she swallows him fucking whole. Like the entire thing. The long black strands of Wyatt's hair fall over his cheekbones, making my mouth water.

Confusion fills me when Wyatt drags her lips off of him. Then he speaks, sending my own lust higher. “Did you need more, baby? Your thighs are rubbing together like you need something. Tell us.”

“I—” she breathes, and I notice her legs twisting for the first time. “I want?—”

“What do you want?” I ask, my voice throaty. She’s struggling to ask for what she wants. She needs a push.

I slide to my knees and crawl to her, enjoying the groans from the men behind me. I may be more dominant with Addie, but I’m still their boy, and I know how much they love it when I crawl.

Reaching my girl, I lean back on my haunches and slide my hands up her inner thighs till my thumbs press into her most sensitive spot. “What do you need, Lynnie? You have to ask for it.”

I spank her, hoping to snap her out of her head when all she does is whine at me. She’s still in control here. If she tells me no, I won’t touch her. Asking her to speak is me forcing her to take control in my mind.

“Y-you,” she breathes, nibbling on her lip when I push my thump against her clit.

“Me what?” I eye Wyatt, hoping he’ll help me out. He does, gripping her hair a little harder. His cock bobbing in front of us makes my mouth water.

Her eyes narrow at him, but she pouts at me. “Please, fuck me.”

“Good Doll,” Zach rumbles somewhere behind me. “Take her pants off.”

Fuck. Doing as I’m told, I peel the layers off my girl and do the same to myself without needing guidance. I need to feel her. I try not to scowl at the condom I slide on, but it’s difficult. What I wouldn’t give to feel her skin on mine.

“Good boy,” Julian praises this time as I dip my fingers between her legs.

She’s fucking soaked. I gather her release and coat my cock in the best fucking lube.

“Fuck her,” Wyatt says through gritted teeth. I was so focused on her pretty pussy that I didn’t realize she was back to bobbing on him.

I do as he says, slowly sliding my cock into her slick center. She flutters around me as she moans around Wyatt. Between us, she lets go, allowing me to rub her little clit and pound her pussy and giving Wyatt control over her mouth. It feels like seconds, and maybe it is, but when Wyatt's hips snap to meet her pretty lips, he detonates. Lightening zips across my skin from the force of his sexiness and my girl's eagerness to swallow everything he gives.

She shatters beneath me, popping off his dick to release her cry of pleasure. I ache to give her another orgasm, but the way her pussy grips me sends me over the edge with her. Pressure releases, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Spurt after spurt for the condom separating us, but her aftershocks milk me into the longest orgasm of my life.

Completely zenned the fuck out, Wyatt melts into the couch. Addie leans back and smiles appreciatively at our man just as Zach scoops her off the floor and demands to clean her up.

Her tinkling giggle echoes down the hall, settling the anxious energy our conversation dredged up. I catch Julian's soft smile, too, and my heart does a little leap for him.

My happiness isn't for one or the other. It's for all of us, together and individually. For the family we are building here in South Carolina with Adelyn and Aurora; with my sister, my niece, and her family.

I just hope like hell our past stays where it belongs. Far the fuck away.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Adelyn

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