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His fingers twitched, and I knew what he was about to do. But I batted his hand away before it could make it to his erection. His pleasure was just as much mine as his ass.

“You’re going to come in my hand with my cock in your ass. This orgasm ismine,” I growled, and I could barely recognize my own voice.

My hand encircled his shaft, but in the next second, another hand was there—a smaller, more feminine hand. Amanda had turned from voyeur to active participant, and the change made my eyes roll back in my head.

Reed reached out and pulled Amanda closer. With a gasp, her chest bumped his as he ground backward, fucking himself back onto me. Between the two of us, our motion never faltered. My fingers tangled into her hair, and Amanda kissed Reed’s neck, sucking and biting him as he turned back to me.

Our eyes connected, emotion bouncing between us and burrowing itself deeper.

“More. It’s so much more,” he grunted, and my mouth slanted over his. Those words were too beautiful not to fully enjoy—I needed to hear them and taste them, let them consume me.

His tongue slipped past my lips, and I was gone. My orgasm spiraled through my body, leaving every inch of me tingling as I drove long and hard into Reed. In the same breath, he went stiff in my arms and, with a low moan, pumped his hot cum into our fists and all over Amanda’s stomach.

I jerked inside of him for a long time. It felt like the orgasm would never end, but when it did, we all still lay there, wrapped in each other.

“Who knew I would love a cock in my ass so much,” Reed said with a chuckle, and even through my exhaustion, I laughed, too.

“It is pretty great,” Amanda added, and the two of us peered over at her. Her face and chest were flushed, and her eyes were alive with lust. One of her fingers, the nail painted a blue that closely matched her eyes, dipped down and swept through Reed’s release, painting her stomach. Purposefully teasing us both, she lifted her finger and sucked it into her mouth.

I hadn’t yet pulled out of Reed, but I knew we both felt my dick react to the move. Apparently my refractory period was nonexistent around the two of them.

She whimpered around her finger. What a crime it would have been to leave our girl unsatisfied or wanting.

“You need the bathroom first?” I asked Reed, who shook his head.

“Okay, I’m going to go clean up,” I muttered to them. “And when I get back, I expect to see your face between her legs.”

Amanda smiled, and Reed rolled his eyes but moved to obey. “I let him in my ass one time and now he thinks he’s the boss. I’ll have to teach him otherwise later.”

And there went my cock again.

FORTY-SEVEN

Reed

Between Amanda’slegs was my favorite place to be. And the ache—the evidence that only minutes before Josh had been inside of me—made it even better.

I hadn’t ever thought we would get there, but we did.

It was better than I imagined—holding Amanda against me and both of them jacking me off as Josh relentlessly fucked me. When all of it began, I was cautious of the attraction—the pull to a man was something I couldn’t wrap my head around.

But letting my attraction lead me and not questioning what I wanted was the best thing I could have done for the three of us. Holding myself back from it based on what I had known my entire life—an attraction to only women—or what the world expected of me would not have yielded the relationship we found ourselves in.

Because I knew they were my endgame.

And I was going to do anything to protect it.

My hands cradled Amanda’s ass as I nipped and licked the soft skin of her inner thigh. She was already dripping wet, and I could smell her fragrant arousal the closer I moved to her cunt. But it was too fun to tease her. I loved the way she squirmed against my hold and whimpered when I would near her slit, only a breath away, and suddenly retreat back up her thigh.

“Reed,” she panted, and my name on her lips sounded like a prayer. My heaven praying to me—it was a glorious sound.

A sound that was abruptly cut short by the incessant vibrating of a phone on the bedside table. But the distraction didn’t keep me from repeating the same pattern—marking her pale skin with my teeth and soothing the sting with my tongue—down her other thigh. That was until the phone immediately began vibrating for the second time.

Amanda let out an annoyed groan and lifted her head. “What time is it?”

My eyes flitted to the analog clock in the corner. “Not even seven thirty.”

“That means whoever is calling could be an emergency. Whose phone is it anyway?”

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