Page 103 of Their Wicked Ways

With another moan, Wes rocked on my dick as he took a little more of me on each pass.

“So good,” I praised when the last inch of me disappeared inside him. “Now, take what you need from me.”

Wes groaned and slammed back on my cock, then thrust forward, burying himself deep inside Jett.

Jett’s cry of pleasure reverberated in the room—and deep inside me—as Wes moved between us, his pace frantic and his moans loud.

“There you go.” Gripping his hips, I gave him a little boost, helping him move faster and harder. “Just like that. Make yourselves feel good.”

“Fuck.” He buried his face in Jett’s neck.

Jett clung to him, his eyes closed and his mouth slack with pleasure.

After a few minutes, Wes’s rhythm faltered, and his legs began to shake.

“You ready to get fucked?” I asked them.

“Yes.” Wes collapsed on Jett, his body heavy and limp.

“Jett?”

“Please,” he moaned. “Green.”

Holding Wes in place, I pulled almost all the way out of him, then slammed back in, forcing him deeper inside Jett.

They moaned and cried out as I fucked them as hard and fast as I dared. Wes liked it rough, but I couldn’t risk losing control, not when it was my responsibility to keep a level head and make sure everyone enjoyed this.

Keeping my focus on the men under me, I kept up my punishing pace until the threat of my orgasm was too close to ignore.

Wes’s ass clenched around me as his breathing picked up and his cries grew in volume.

“Are you close?” Letting go of one hip, I gripped his shoulder and used it for extra leverage so I could get even deeper inside him.

“So close,” Wes choked out.

“You want to come?”

“Please.”

“Jett, do you remember what I said about coming?” I urged.

“You said don’t.” His voice was just as wrecked as Wes’s.

“That’s right,” I said, breathing as heavily as they were. “Now, I’m going to fuck Wes until it’s time for him to come, but you’re not allowed. Not yet. Not until I get my dick in you. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Green.”

Leaning over them, I pressed a kiss against the back of Wes’s neck, then pecked a quick kiss against Jett’s lips. “Good boy.”

“Ready?” I asked Wes.

He moaned and clenched around me.

Drawing in a deep breath to steel myself against my orgasm, I used my grip on him to pull Wes against me with each thrust, forcing him to fuck Jett and not just rock inside him.

Wes turned his head and captured Jett’s mouth in a deep kiss as he found the rhythm and moved with me, fucking himself on my cock as we both fucked Jett.

“Come for me, Wes,” I rasped. “Come deep inside him and let me feel it.”

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