Page 66 of The Hat Trick

“I’ve been dying for your pussy, so don’t expect me to be done with you any time soon.”

I want to say something, but I’m cut off with his mouth on mine. His strong leg pressing against the apex of my thighs, and I moan into his mouth right as his tongue slides against mine. His kiss is methodical, like him. Controlling, and perfected as he takes over my mouth with his. It’s not rushed, it doesn’t have the same hunger like Matt does, but the passion still burns strong between us.

I move my hips to rub against his leg like a cat in heat, dying for him to touch me more. His mouth moves over mine seductively as he pushes his leg harder against me and I gasp at the pressure.

He breaks away from our kiss, sliding his mouth down my throat, my chest, my stomach, until his hot breath is fanning the wet fabric covering my center.

“Please,” I gasp out, pulling against the restraints because I want to grab his dirty blond hair, and shove his face into me.

“Please what?” he taunts, his hand sliding across the fabric, but not applying enough pressure.

“Touch me,” I moan, thrusting my hips up toward him slightly.

“Patience, beautiful. I’ll touch you. I’ll make you come, but I want to see you desperate for it.”

I groan, moving my hips again. I feel like I am desperate for it, so I don’t know what else he wants to see from me.

His mouth closes over my clit, still covered by the soft fabric of my underwear. I moan, wanting nothing more than to feel his mouth on me with nothing in the way.

“You know what I want?” he asks with his mouth hovering just over my pussy that is unbelievably wet for him.

“Hm?” I arch up trying to feel him on me even more.

“I want you so desperate for more than justmycock. I want you aching to be filled by all three of us. Begging and pleading for more. I want you sated and limp from how many times we make you come.” His mouth is back on me, sucking the wet cotton and I try desperately to pull my hands free.

“More, Brent,please.”

“Tell me you want that, beautiful. You want to be full of our cum, feeling us for days?”

“Yes,”I cry out. I do want that, but more than anything right now I just want his mouth on me without a barrier.

“Good girl. But I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget anyone else even exists.”

He moves my underwear to the side, exposing me to him, and his mouth is on me in an instant. I cry out as he licks me completely before sucking my clit roughly. He moves lower, licking me until he’s at my entrance, pushing inside with his tongue. He’s completely devouring me, and I can’t do anything but take it.

My thighs tighten around his head, and he lets me. His mouth continues to move, licking, nibbling, and sucking. He’s at my clit again and I moan loudly when he pushes two fingers inside me.

“Brent, please,” I cry, not even knowing what I’m asking for at this moment.

He moans against me, the vibration driving me insane while his fingers pump at a perfect rhythm. His fingers curl and he sucks hard once again. The orgasm hits me suddenly, like a spike of pleasure while my legs shake and I cry out, pulling at my bound wrists.

His head raises, his stubbled face wet from my release and I want to kiss the taste from him.

“Please let me touch you,” I beg.

“Not yet,” he says, moving up my body. He releases the belt from my headboard, so my hands drop, but he keeps them confined together.

Then, in a quick movement I didn’t expect, he flips me onto my stomach, straddling my legs with his thighs. The jeans he’s still wearing are rough on my sensitive skin. His hands massage my ass, and I feel myself melt into the mattress at his touch.

His skilled fingers reach up to flick open my bra, but I can’t take off the straps since I’m on my stomach and my hands are still bound. Then he slides his hands in the waistband of my panties, sliding them down my legs. His weight only leaves me for a second before he’s back in the same position, now rubbing the bare skin on my ass, up onto my lower back.

The pressure he’s using is unbelievable, causing me to groan in pleasure. I sink further into my soft bed when suddenly one of his hands comes down in a sharp smack. I gasp as the prickle of pain stays on my skin. Though, I can’t deny it feels good too.

He does it again, and I moan, rubbing myself against my comforter, trying to find friction.

“You like that, beautiful?”

I groan, “Yes.”

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