Page 104 of Unforgettable

Her release coated my cock and made slipping into her that much easier. We fucked her through each wave of pleasure, and I was barely holding it together. The best thing I’d ever seen was her face when she came. The best thing I’d ever heard were her moans and the sound of her screaming our names—both of them—as she came apart.

She rocked with pleasure for several seconds, and I did my best to hold off my own release.

“Don’t come,” Reed demanded. Startled, I glanced at him over Amanda’s shoulder, and sure enough, he was staring down at me. “She gets one more.”

Not used to taking commands in the bedroom, I hesitated. But something in me wanted to agree.

The taut muscles in his chest rippled with both the force of fucking Amanda but also the restraint of holding himself together. And the sweat that collected on the surface of his tanned skin glistened in the little slivers of light coming from between the blinds. His face was contorted in pleasure, similar to Amanda’s, but his black hair tumbled forward against his forehead and skimmed his eyebrows.

He looked good fucking our girl.

I swallowed thickly and shuddered when Amanda’s pussy fluttered around me again, but then I nodded.

“You gonna give us one more, babe? I know you can.” I barely recognized my own rough voice.

“I don’t know if I can,” she argued breathlessly and attempted to fall onto my chest. But Reed caught her around the waist before she could. With one toned arm around her middle, he tugged her up and pressed her back to his chest, cutting off my view of most of his body but replacing it with Amanda. Her tits bounced as we both fucked her mercilessly.

Looking down at me through hooded eyes, she licked her swollen lips.

She was a fucking siren pinned between us, and she was loving every second of it.

Reed’s hands palmed her breasts as he licked up her neck, and my own squeezed her thighs. She enjoyed the pain, that much was clear in the way her eyelids fluttered closed when I gripped her legs with bruising force.

But they immediately widened when Reed’s hand continued up between her breasts and closed around her throat. The moment he squeezed, Amanda responded with a throaty, strangled moan.

“You’re going to come again. You’re going to cream all over Josh’s cock and then you’re going to lick him clean.” I picked up the pace of my strokes at the image—her on her knees for me once again, with Reed watching nearby.

She nodded, and he rewarded her with another squeeze. Her responsiveness was addictive. Each touch or word out of one of our mouths was like an electric shock to her body.

“Such a dirty girl for us,” I said, testing my theory and proving myself right when she whimpered and clawed down my stomach. Something we had in common was the pain—how it heightened every other pleasurable sensation.

Reed grinned behind Amanda, and my attention was torn between the two. They were both breathing hard and lost in the depths of pleasure, but they also looked so good together, each other’s foils in so many ways. Reed’s dark hair, muscled physique and tanned skin were the perfect contradiction to Amanda’s blonde locks, curvy yet small frame and creamy white skin.

They were quite the pair. And watching them enjoy each other, and me, twisted my stomach. There was a connection between the three of us that we’d tempted the first time around. We’d only gotten a taste and now that we’d gone back for seconds, I didn’t know if I could return to the way things were before.

As I watched them, Reed leaned to Amanda’s ear, not pausing his deep, methodical strokes for a moment, as he whispered to her. Between my own labored breathing and the sleet pounding the window, I couldn’t hear what he said, but I witnessed the small smile pull at Amanda’s lips.

Feeling slightly left out and unable to control myself, I licked my thumb and pressed it to her clit. She jolted as I circled the pulsing spot and her hand struck forward, closing around my throat. Shocked by the move, my thumb stopped and my thrusts stuttered.

They both wore twin conspiratorial smiles. Reed had told her to choke me.

There was still a hint of a smile on Amanda’s lips until Reed slammed into her harder, keeping her upright and pressed against him. My eyes shifted to him.

His eyes held mine and then narrowed on Amanda’s small hand around my neck. It wasn’t doing much—her hand was too tiny to fit even halfway around my neck—but the intention was still enough. Amanda was dominant in the bedroom but enjoyed being made submissive. She liked being used but was vocal about her pleasure.

And in that moment, it was like she was the conduit—like Reed’s hand was actually around my throat.

As Reed’s hungry eyes swapped between staring at Amanda’s hand and my eyes, my own attention ping-ponged between the two of them as our thrusts became chaotic.

Amanda’s hand tightened around my throat, slightly restricting my airway, and I increased the pressure against her clit, feeling my own release barreling down my spine and pulling at my balls. She cried out and a second later, she tensed between us once again and was overwhelmed by an earth-shattering orgasm. Between us, she writhed on our cocks, searching for more friction as her beautiful face contorted.

Her second orgasm was somehow stronger than the first and she strangled my cock. The tightening of her pussy made it exponentially easier to feel Reed’s substantial length rubbing inside of her. The thought that only a small wall separated us made my balls draw up tight.

His cock was so close to mine and the idea was maddening.

Amanda panted with the aftershocks of her release and then I felt the change.

With her third release, our girl was sated. And so we both began the chase for our own. Our thrusts, although still in sync, were harder and faster.

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