Page 70 of Saved By My Buyers

Our girl, yes I’m claiming her, is so passionate about what she’s talking about, she hasn’t noticed yet.

Putting her hands on his shoulders as she traces the ink there, she shrugs. “In high school, I hid the second I started getting breasts,” she explains. “I bound them, I showered Bee with attention and mind blowing orgasms so she wouldn’t notice it.”

“Minx,” I tease her, keeping it light. I don’t want her to shut down, and luckily Jack catches on to what I’m doing.

His hands wrap around her blanket covered ass and waist as he listens, not moving her otherwise. “Good, because I want to hold you as you come down from the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had,” he says softly.

“Oh, Jack,” Dahlia says with a smirk, “try my only orgasm.”

“Fuck me,” Jack grunts, eyes wide as he really begins to understand how inexperienced Dahlia actually is. Shifting her weight, her eyes widen as she remembers that her naked pussy is sitting on Jack’s very hard cock.

His lips curve in a wicked grin as he watches her squirm. “Think you can make us both come, baby girl? Show me how you dance, just grind down on my cock a little more. I’m closer than I’m willing to admit.”

Dahlia bites her lip, slowly dropping the blanket off her shoulders. It’s a very conscious move, and Jack’s lips part in surprise and arousal.

“You’re like a work of art,” he whispers, and I have to agree. “On second thought, I don’t think Bee’s come either.”

“I don’t need to,” I say quickly, shaking my head. “I’m enjoying watching you two.”

“I think I can make you both come,” Dahlia murmurs. “But first… you’ve been so patient, Jack.”

Grinding slowly on his hard cock, she kisses him seductively, swallowing his loud groan, as his hands flex on her now naked hips. “Are you calling me a good boy?” he growls.

“If the condom fits,” she teases him. Dahlia has had a lot to process, using humor makes sense for her, and I’m okay with it. It certainly beats rocking in a corner.

“Dolly,” he grunts, nipping her lips. “When my cock finally slides into that pretty, pink virgin pussy, I want to be fucking bare, is that understood?”

“Ye…yes, Sir,” she whispers, making me shudder as my pussy clenches around nothing. Fuck me, why was that so damn hot?

“Attagirl,” he growls. Fuck, I may just turn into a puddle at this point. “Bee, show us how wet you are, baby.”

“It’s embarrassing at this point,” I admit. At his stern look, I roll my eyes, pulling my panties off and spreading my thighs wide for them. Dahlia whines softly as she rocks over Jack’s jean-covered cock, shuddering as she unconsciously finds the friction she needs.

“You’re making Dolly needy,” Jack grunts. “Fuck me. Baby, turn around and spread your legs wide for Bee. She’s going to grind on you. Watching you two has my cock dripping with pre-cum.”

“Don’t offer things I can’t taste,” Dahlia says unthinkingly and Jack practically groans.

“Give it a little time,” he says. “We’re not jumping into anything too quickly, love. Turn that pretty ass around.”

Dahlia twists around until her ass is sitting on Jack’s cock, and I pull off my shirt again to straddle them both. It takes a little maneuvering, but I have my left leg slightly over her right, and my right leg is on the mattress so that my pussy is rubbing against hers.

Laying against Jack’s chest, her lips are parted with desire, hands already cupping my face and pulling me in to kiss her.

As I rock my clit over hers, one of Jack’s hands reach out for her hip, while the other holds my waist. While he’s helping Dahlia find her rhythm against his cock, his hand is squeezing my waist in encouragement.

Jack’s lips kiss down Dahlia’s neck, whispering in her ear, but loudly enough that I can hear.

“Work your clit against Bee’s, baby,” he growls. “God, your ass feels so good against my cock. Fuck, I’m going to come in my pants like a twelve-year-old boy, and it’s all because of you two beautiful sirens.”

My breaths come faster as I find the perfect placement and rhythm to grind myself on Dahlia, listening to her gasps and moans. We’ve found a lot of ways to make each other feel good before, but even I didn’t completely wrap my mind around the fact that she’d never orgasmed before.

Maybe she got close, but her focus was always on me.

“Jack is right,” I moan. “You look so pretty and flushed between us, baby.”

Dahlia’s eyes roll as Jack’s hand on her hip drifts up her side to squeeze her breast. He’s already learned how sensitive she is, and that she needs a bit of pain with her orgasms.

“Rock those hips for me,” Jack pants, his head dropping back in pleasure. “Fuck yes. Please come with me. My balls are tingling, girls.”

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