Page 9 of Thick

"You know what else won't hurt?" he asks me, his voice still a low rasp that sends a shiver down my spine.

I shake my head in response, unable to find the words because his rough, calloused fingers wrap around my stiff rod.

"Having all those luscious curves tucked in between us."

Fuck.

"Do you think her wet, dark cave would be able to take both of our explorers at once?" He asks me the most insane, ridiculous question ever, but because of the way his hand moves up anddown my erection, I find it one of the sexiest things he's ever said.

Okay, there is also the fact that having his stiff cock pressed up against mine while we fuck her tight cunt at the same time is one of my biggest fantasies.

His hand continues to rub my pole, drawing the precum from the tip and using it for lubrication. With expert movements drawn from years of experience, with me and before me, he has me on the edge within minutes.

And then the fucker stops.

"Even better," he whispers again, licking at the inside of my neck where he's probably left his mark. "I'll watch you fill her pretty pussy with your cum. I'll let you breed her and plug her up so she stays full of your seed before I take her tight virgin ass. And when I'm done with her, we'll close that hole, too. Have our pretty Little girl all filled with our spunk. What do you think about that, hotshot?"

The groan that slips from my lips is one of pure desperation. Only Brennan knows exactly what to say to get me going like this.

"Fuck yes. She'll be our Little cum slut. Fuck, Bee. We need her to want this as much as we do. I'll die if she doesn't."

As the desperate words leave my lips, my husband's hand moves on my cock, this time jacking me so hard and fast I'll probably be sore tomorrow, but it’ll be worth it.

Coming all over his hand while picturing our girl—and she was going to be ours, dammit—filled and covered with our cum is such a hot thought that I blow my load.

"If Zelda were here now, I'd have her lick us both clean," Brennan says, almost conversationally, as he slips one of his jizz-covered fingers in his mouth to suck it clean.

And then we hear it.

A soft moan. One filled with pleasure. One of release.

My eyes dart to our front door, where Zelda is standing, her hand shoved up under her skirt into her panties.

six

Bee My Keeper

Zelda

So... finger-fucking yourself whilewatching your neighbours getting it on is probably not the best idea. But honestly, I had no control over myself. None.

I came home, all innocent-like, ready to duck into their guest room and pretend my two hot neighbours didn't exist until they called me to come out for dinner.

But there they were.

On the couch.

For the whole world to see.

So what’s a girl to do? Run and hide? Me? Never.

I do the only thing that makes any kind of sense. I shove my fingers so far down my panties that I'm surprised my greedy kitty doesn't swallow up my entire fucking arm.

It's been way too long since I've gotten any kind of action. Watching two ridiculously stunning men together is the closest I'll likely come for the foreseeable future.

And if I'm being completely honest, they are so distracting, mouth-watering and downright tempting that I'm pretty sure all thought processes flew right out the window.

Too late now, anyway. I've been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Literally.

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