Page 69 of Here In Your Arms

“Good, cuz it’s in and now we’re going to fuck you.”

“Please,” comes out from her mouth as she moans again.

“Lay on your back, hands spread on either side of you, knees up.”

Rory scrambles to position herself at Wes’ request, and he turns his attention to me. His hand caresses my face, and he bends down for a gentle kiss, our lips lightly touching, almost a teasing gesture.

“I want you to tape her arms to the headboard while I tape her knees up, so she’s spread for us. Then you’re going to suck my dick down your throat.”

My dick twitches at the thought, and I let out a rough breath.

“Okay.”

Wes grins before grabbing my hair and pulling me back in for another searing kiss. He releases me and we get to work, each with a roll of tape to tie up our girl. I secure her hands to two of the small poles dotting the headboard, while her head rests on the pillows. Wes ties her shins to her thighs, keeping her knees bent and forcing her legs to open and relax as a result. He tosses the tape to the side and leans down to swipe his tongue through her pussy.

She lets out a strangled cry as Wes hums in pleasure. “You always taste so fucking good.”

He takes the time to lick her more, exploring her pussy with his tongue and his mouth. I can see him taking mental notes of the spots that light her up so we can visit them again later. Finally, he wrenches his mouth away from her and grabs one of the vibrators he has lined up. Using some creative props, Wes manages to get the vibrator positioned on her clit but hasn’t turned it on yet.

“You want to watch Kyle take my dick down his throat?” he asks Rory, holding eye contact.

“Fuck. Yes.”

He lets a small smile loose, then flips the vibrator to its lowest setting. It’s just enough to tease her, but not enough to get her anywhere. Then he beckons me over. We’re still on the bed with Wes on his knees, so I flip and crawl over to him, my ass in the air and head down toward his hard cock. I lower my mouth over the head of him and suck, using my tongue to lap at the precum leaking out of his slit. Wes’ head dips back on a groan of pleasure, one hand down into my hair, holding my head where he wants it.

Slowly he starts to move his hips, pulling my head down at the same time, forcing me to take him deep. The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, and he forces himself a little deeper, until my gag reflex kicks in. He backs off, a look of pure love on his face as he watches me do it again and again. Rory is making small whimpers of pleasure and frustration as she watches our show. I can only imagine how crazy it must be driving her to not be able to get the release she’s aching for. Wes starts to move more frantically, chasing the release that Rory’s wishing she could have.

“Kyle, love, I’m gonna—” he cuts off as I force myself to take him as deep as I can. He loses all control, thrusting out of rhythm once, twice, then empties his load into my mouth. I swallow every damn drop, the look up at him through my lashes, licking my lips with a smirk.

Wes lets out a few rough breaths, his mouth hanging open, and it looks like his brain is still trying to process the pleasure I just gave him. He pulls me up by my hair and meets my mouth in a demanding but gentle kiss. We pull apart and smile at each other before Rory moans again, breaking the moment. Wes turns with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“Did you need something, precious?”

“I need to come!” Rory practically yells in frustration.

Wes chuckles before looking back at me. “You better take care of that, love.”

I grin at him before moving over to Rory, tossing the vibrator out of the way. I’m pretty sure she’s wet enough to take me, but I swipe a finger through her folds just to be sure.

Fuck, she’s soaked.

Her hooded eyes meet mine, and she bites her lip in anticipation. If her hands were free, I guarantee she would be grabbing me and forcing me onto my back. As it is, I’m in control, so she’s stuck how she is. Luckily, I’m just as impatient as her and I bury myself to the hilt in one thrust. We sit like that briefly, her hips tilted up to meet me, my body pressed as close as I can get to her, our eyes still locked on each other.

“You’re perfect,” I whisper to her.

Her eyes fill with tears and before I can let her think too much about my words, I move in and out of her. Despite wanting to savor the moment, I can’t bring myself to go slowly. I set a punishing pace, slamming into her as fast and hard as I can. Everything about Rory drives me crazy in the best way. Her need to be loved, her big heart, her sass, and her body make me want to do anything and everything for her.

“Fuck!” she whimpers as I continue to go hard.

“I could watch him disappear into your soaking pussy every day,” Wes comments, his eyes riveted to where our bodies meet.

“Oh God.”

“You want him to come inside you? Load you full of him, so you’re leaking for days?”

“Yes!”

“Look at you, flushed with pleasure, taking his cock like you were made for him. Were you made for him? For me? Fuck you look like it. I can’t wait until he takes you here while I explore your other hole.”

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