Page 27 of The Highwaymen

I tossed my shirt aside and leaned in close, my lips just barely grazing Stu's ear. “I want you to fuck me so good on this filthy couch they'll be jealous they can't join.” I nuzzled against him before nipping at his ear. “But first,I’m gonna suck that monster cock and show your friend what he can’t have.”

I slid off Stu's lap and onto my knees between his spread legs, maintaining eye contact as I slowly unbuckled his belt. He watched me intently, his chest rising and falling heavily with anticipation. I popped the button on his jeans and dragged the zipper down, revealing the huge, impressive bulge straining against his boxers.

“Holy fuck,” Tammy breathed from across the room. I glanced over to see her and Deacon watching with rapt attention, Deacon palming himself through his jeans.

I turned back to Stu and mouthed at his cock through the thin cotton, relishing the way it twitched and pulsed under my lips. Stu groaned, one hand coming down to tangle in my hair. I hooked my fingers into the waistband and tugged, freeing his erection. It sprang up, smacking against his stomach before standing at attention, thick and veiny and mouthwatering.

“God damn, look at that thing,” Deacon muttered, envy glittering in his eyes.

I wrapped one hand around the base, my fingers not quite touching. I licked a slow stripe up the underside before swirling my tongue around the swollen head, groaning and making a show of how much I loved the taste. Stu's grip tightened in my hair as I took him into my mouth, working my way down inch by inch.

I relaxed my throat, taking Stu deeper and deeper until my nose was nestled in the wiry hair at the base of his cock. He let out a strangled groan, his hips bucking slightly. I pulled off slowly, my lips sealed tight around his thick shaft, before sinking back down again.

I bobbed my head up and down, fucking my own face on Stu's dick. My own neglected cock throbbed almost painfully in my jeans. I needed friction, needed to be touched, but I forced myself to focusonly on Stu's pleasure. I wanted to make this so good for him, he'd never even think about fucking Deacon or Tammy again.

I pulled off with a lewd pop, a string of saliva connecting my spit-slick lips to the tip of Stu's cock. I pumped him with my fist, lapping at the head, tonguing at the slit to coax more of his salty-sweet pre-cum onto my tongue.

“Holy shit,” Deacon groaned. I glanced over to see he had his own cock out now, stroking it as he watched us. “That boy really knows how to suck cock.”

“He sure fucking does,” Stu growled.

Stu's cock twitched in my hand as I licked and sucked at the sensitive head. I could feel how close he was already, but I didn't want him to blow his load just yet. I wanted that thick cock splitting me open, claiming me from the inside while our audience watched.

I released him from my mouth with one final slurp and stood up, unbuttoning my jeans. I shimmied them down my hips along with my briefs, letting my own straining erection spring free. Tammy let out an appreciative little moan at the sight.

I smirked over at her, giving myself a few teasing strokes. “Like what you see?”

Tammy nodded eagerly, licking her lips. “It’s too bad I can’t get a taste.”

I laughed wickedly and stepped out of my jeans, now fully naked. “Sorry darlin', this is all for Stu tonight. But you're welcome to look all you want while he pounds my ass.”

I turned back to Stu, who was staring at me with pure animalistic hunger, his huge cock rock hard and leaking. I straddled his lap again, grinding my bare ass against him. Stu hissed out a breath between clenched teeth, his hands gripping my hips bruisingly tight.

“Fuck, you're so sexy,” he rumbled, his voice low and gravelly with lust. “Gonna fuck this tight little ass so good.”

“Yes, wreck me Stu,” I purred, writhing against him. “I want to be sore for days.”

Stu crashed his mouth against mine in a brutal kiss. I moaned into it shamelessly, tangling my fingers in his short hair. We made out sloppily, filthily, not caring about our audience.

Deacon let out a low whistle. “Damn, y'all are puttin' on quite the show.” He tossed a small bottle of lube that landed on the couch beside us. “Might be needin' that.”

I broke the kiss and grabbed the lube, flashing Deacon a wicked grin. “Thanks.” I flicked open the cap and poured a generous amount onto my fingers, warming it up before reaching behind myself. Stu's dark eyes followed my every move.

I circled my hole with a slick finger, teasing myself, putting on a show. Slowly, I pushed one digit inside, my back arching at the slight burn and stretch. “Fuck,” I breathed out, rocking down onto my own finger.

“Goddamn,” Deacon groaned, stroking himself harder as he watched me finger my ass. “Lookit him go, openin' himself up for you, Stu. He fuckin' loves it.”

I worked myself open, quickly adding a second finger alongside the first. I scissored them apart, stretching my hole to prepare for Stu's cock. My own dick bobbed and leaked, smearing pre-cum across Stu's stomach as I rocked my hips, fucking myself on my fingers and brushing my prostate.

“Fuuuck,” I moaned wantonly, making sure to put on a good show.

I glanced over at Deacon and Tammy. She had a hand shoved down the front of her jean shorts, rubbing herself through her panties as she watched us with lust-glazed eyes. Deacon was fully jacking his cock now, really into it.

“Shit Stu, your boy's hungry for it,” Deacon groaned. “Lookit him, so eager for your big fat dick.”

Stu's eyes were riveted to Deacon, watching him stroke his hard, dripping cock. For a moment I was afraid he might be imagining fucking his old friend instead of me. A flare of jealousy surged through me.

I grabbed Stu's chin and roughly turned his face back to me, crashing my lips against his in a filthy, claiming kiss. I nipped at his bottom lip hard enough to sting.

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