Page 29 of The Hat Trick

She’s doing exactly as I say and unbuttons his slacks before pulling them down his legs. His hard cock bobbing in front of her face. I see the moment she goes to reach for it but stops herself and looks back at me for instruction. That, alone, makes me want to throw this entire plan out the window, bend her over the bed, and fuck her like she’s never been fucked before.

But I don’t.

“You can touch, beautiful, but don’t make him come yet.”

Wrapping her hand around him she pumps a couple times, and he groans. I watch her bite back a smile, she likes the reaction she gets.

“Suck him,” I instruct, and she doesn’t waste any time taking him into her mouth, sucking him deep.

“Fuck,”he groans, his hands instantly tangling in her hair.

“How does her mouth feel, Dumont?” I ask, watching as she licks him from base to tip before swallowing him down again.

“Like fucking heaven,” he grinds out.

She bobs her head on him, and I watch as his hips start to flex, fucking up into her mouth.

“You like sucking his dick, beautiful?”

She moans, and nods around him while continuing to suck. My cock strains against my pants, and I'm jealous that it’s not engulfed in her warm wet mouth, but I’m not going to touch myself, no matter how painful it’s going to be.

Dumont continues to fuck her mouth, and she pulls back to lick and tease before diving in again. I can only imagine how good it feels for him. He throws his head back, groaning even louder, and I think he’s close.

“Stop,” I say suddenly. And she does. “Get naked.”

She stands up, and shimmies out of her pants and panties, then turns to face me. I take her in, her curves, soft stomach, thick thighs.God,I want to touch her. I don’t think I’ve wanted to touch someone so badly, but not tonight.

“Lay on the bed. On your back.”

She does as I say, and I watch her ass sway while she climbs onto the sheets before she settles on her back. Even Dumont is waiting for my next command, and the power I feel is heavier than normal. When it’s just me with a woman, she’s at my mercy, doing what I want. Now, it’s both of them, just waiting for the next command.

“Dumont, make her come on your tongue.”

He smiles at the instruction, ripping his shirt off his body before climbing between her legs. He buries his face between them instantly like he can’t even wait, and she cries out the second his mouth is on her.

She brings her hands down to his hair, holding tightly, but her eyes stay locked on me. She writhes under him. His arms are wrapped around her thighs, holding her in place while he eats her.

I was right about her skin flushing. She’s whimpering and moaning at what he’s doing to her. I adjust myself under my pants, almost breaking my resolve and taking my dick out to touch, but I don’t.

“How does that feel, Chandler?” My voice is so low I don’t even know if she heard me over her moans.

“So good, oh my god,yes,”she cries.

“Are you going to show me what you look like when you come?”

“I want—ah—I want you to touch me,” she breathes, and my heart stalls in my chest.

“Be a good girl and come on his tongue.”

It doesn’t take long before she’s moaning out her release. Her words are playing on repeat in my head that she wants me to touch her. I don’t know how I still have any self-control left because I want nothing more than to touch her right now. I want to make her come again, but this time on my tongue.

Not tonight.

“Dumont, lay on your back.”

He wipes his mouth from her release, and does what I say, lying next to her on the bed while she continues to catch her breath. His dick is standing straight up, he’s probably in almost as much pain as me, but he’s about to get what I would kill for right now.

“Ride him, beautiful, use his cock to make yourself come again.”

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