Page 37 of Tickled Pink

I laugh because I was an idiot.

I laugh because she laughs at that idiot, too.

You’re my dream guy.

And she’s my dream girl.

Thad hops off the bed behind me. For a moment, I’d forgotten he was even there, completely locked under the spell that is Phoebe Pink. He doesn’t seem bothered by it. Even offers me a look of understanding.

If there’s any man in the world who understands this witchcraft, it’s him.

We share it.

We share her.

I push up on my arms, freeing Phoebe’s mouth. “Thad,” I say, still thrusting.

He strides over, one hand firmly stroking himself as he watches us fuck. “You want this?” he asks her.

Phoebe reaches for him, her fingers crawling up his thigh as her pussy tightens around me. “Yes,” she answers, licking her lips.

Thad nods at me. “Turn her over.”

I happily oblige. I put my hands on her thighs, guiding her to unhook her ankles and she obeys. “On your knees,” I say, quickly taking a second to squeeze her large breasts.

Phoebe chuckles as she moves, her entire body twitching in pleasure. She settles on her hands and knees, aligning herself between the two of us as Thad touches her cheek.

“Open,” he says.

I rest my hands on her hips and watch as his cock slides between her lips. As much as I love the times when I have Phoebe all to myself, I honestly can’t get enough of these moments, either. Her with him. Her taking what’s hers. Him taking what’s ours. They please each other, knowing that I have my eyes on them…

It’s intoxicating.

Thad looks at me, and I know he’s thinking the same thing.

I thrust inside of her again, and Phoebe moans around his cock. I take her with a slow, steady grind and Thad does the same, locking her in place between us.

“Fuck,” I whisper as physical and mental pleasure collide. I dig my fingers into her hips in a foolish attempt to stay in control of myself, but as Thad fucks that little mouth and Phoebe squeezes on my dick, I don’t see how I can.

I pull out, but I don’t leave. I reach around her wide hips, blindly finding her throbbing clit. With trained fingers, I rub her the way she likes it; the way that makes her purr and mewl in my arms.

Phoebe moans, her throat buzzing around Thad’s shaft.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he says, latching onto her bright red hair. “Come for him, Phoebe.”

Her hips roll against my hand. She uses my touch, bucking and grinding to get herself off. My hard dick rubs along her ass crack, a gentle, pleasing massage, but I’m not in any danger of finishing early this way.

Phoebe’s entire body stiffens, and I know I’ve got her. I don’t stop, flicking my wrist and rubbing her in the same place until I hear that perfect groan split out of her throat.

“There it is,” Thad says as she sucks him even harder in her moment of bliss.

Phoebe turns her head, pulling his cock out of her mouth to catch her breath. Her eye catches mine and she smiles as she slowly turns back to me.

I kiss her, not caring for a second where her mouth has been. She straddles my waist and places her palms on my chest, taking charge of me. I allow it and lie down on my back, submitting to that pure pink perfection I love so much.

Phoebe sits on my erection, rocking her hips and purposefully teasing up and down the shaft. I groan for more of her, wanting to feel that tight pussy clench around me again.

Thad comes up behind her and pushes her hair to one side of her neck. He kisses her shoulder as his hand slowly inches around her and comes to rest on her throat.

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