Page 19 of Rolling with my Professors

Mila’s eyes meet mine—pure pleasure. She’s lost in the moment. She wants to be with both of us. She let go of her inhibitions.

There’s something wickedly special about the three of us that frees me. Every thought I’ve held back floods through my mind.

I feel like I’ll die if I can’t get further inside of her.

Repositioning my hand behind her, I find her hair and wrap my fist in it. A slight tug yanks her head back. “Take my cum, Sweet Fuckbaby.”

She cries out through her smile, and I feel relief that the unexpected name didn’t freak her out.

Edging Rutherford out of the way, my mouth lands on Mila’s exposed neck.

Her scent—a mix of wildflowers and raw femininity, the salty perspiration I kiss off her neck, and the pounding of her pulse against my tongue, drive me to kiss her harder, fuck her harder… love her harder.

Love… I can’t deny it. I don’t want to deny it. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it at any cost.

One more perfectly timed roll of my hips and she falls apart. Tension stills her momentarily while I continue thrusting, unloading stream after stream of my seed into her womb.

I release her hair when her body falls limp, but I have a few more pumps of cum. It’s overkill. The warmth of our mixed releases spills out of her onto my balls and thighs. The sloppy, wet sounds accompanying each thrust remind me…

She’s mine.

Rutherford whispers, “That’s so fucking hot.”

Whichever part of the moment he’s referring to doesn’t matter—the scent of sex, the sound of our bodies, or the sight of her wrapped around me.

His hand rests on my shoulder. I lift my head. He shoots me a smile before leaning in to kiss Mila. Her head falls back against the wall. She’s surrendering to him. His masculine scent intertwines with hers.

Trailing kisses to her ear, he pauses to say, “It’s hard for Daddy to wait his turn after seeing how good you are at riding cock, but we need to clean you up and let you rest.”

Mila’s eyes flutter open. Her sated smile grows mischievous. She licks her lips. “Daddy talks a big talk, but so far…” She pauses, shifting her gaze to me. “Hasn’t done anything.”

Fuck. I’ve never been the wild one compared to Rutherford.

He accepts the challenge and wastes no time shedding his clothes. Under the mix of moonlight and the garish fluorescent light on the corner of the building, his thick, muscular body stands as a stark contrast to Mila’s thin frame.

A shred of my common decency comes back, reminding me I’ve had her twice to his none. Clutching her body against mine, I lift her, and pull my cock out. The cool evening air hitting my shaft isn’t even enough to kill the high I’m on.

Rutherford carefully grips Mila’s waist and takes her from me. She swings her arms to his shoulders. Her legs wrap around his waist as naturally as they wrapped around mine.

The swollen red tip of his cock is trapped between them. Not that I was looking. No. I watched her tit press into him and just happened to notice his shaft.

Yeah, that’s it… a peripheral vision sort of thing. The milky-white bead of pre-cum catches on her belly, connecting the two of them.

It’s surreal watching two people like this.

Another pang of guilt leaves me uneasy. She’s… No. Nothing matters but this exact moment.

Reaching between them, my pinky finger grazes his cock and cum before cupping Mila’s breast.

A huff gets my attention. Their foreheads rest together as they watch me. What have I done?

“I think Daddy liked that,” Mila says.

He lifts Mila, and says, “Stroke it.”

“I… uh… don’t…”

“You have to do what Daddy says,” Mila clarifies.

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