Page 24 of Lucy and Her Wicked Three

I've never found anythingcutebefore Lucy.

"What about her pussy, brother? Is it just as pretty?" Silas tilts his head, a curious look on his face.

I nod, "It is. Want to see?"

Silas keeps her eyes on him while he tugs her panties off. Admiring the dark, wet spot in the center of her underwear, he brings it to his nose and takes a deep inhale. He grins and hands the underwear to Noah who does the same.

Silas's eyes never leave Lucy's. He shakes his head, "You're such a prick, Matty. You kept this beautiful woman from us. Now Noah and I have a lot of catching up to do. How long were you two together? Six months?"

"Uhmm," Lucy whispers, unsure how to respond.

Noah reaches out, his thumb strumming her nipple through the fabric of her bra. "Matty kept you to himself for so long, it's only fair we make up for lost time. What do you say, sweetheart?"

I don't mind if they play first, though I would like to fuck my girlfriend tonight. But they're opening her up, getting her to relax, so I'm relieved when she slowly nods. "Y-yes. Yes."

She says it so softly, still so nervous. Noah smiles warmly at her. He's going to be good for her. He puts people at ease, it'll do wonders for Lucy's nerves. I try to help her, but I can be gruff and sometimes I unintentionally make things worse.

To prove to her I'm on board so she doesn't have an ounce of worry about cheating, I push her torso forward slightly and unsnap her bra. Noah assists, pulling the material away, and she shivers when his fingers caress her arm.

Silas bites his fist, eyes raking over her naked body. "Gorgeous."

I pull one of her legs over my left knee while Noah pulls her other leg over my right knee, and I spread my legs, exposing her completely.

Noah's eyes are trained on Lucy and Silas together, and a look of reverence crosses his face. His brows furrow intensely, and for a moment, I can see his vulnerability and longing, the secrets he thinks he's hidden well. It's gone in a flash, focused back on the task of unraveling my girlfriend.

Bared open to the room, Silas kneels between her spread legs, leans close, and blows air on her pussy. She instantly twitches and shivers in my lap, like an electric current runs through her, while Noah and I brace her legs in place. I think about what she admitted to me in the lounge, how she has her own fantasies, and wants to be held down.

I think my girl may be closet primal prey.

The thought excites me, my cock pressing harder into her ass. She wiggles against me, and I groan.

And when Silas, looking up into her eyes, leans down and wraps his lips around her clit, she lets out a high pitch moan, ass pressing harder against me.

Silas starts slow, but before long, he's tonguing her pussy, eating her out like it's his favorite pastime. I love eating her pussy, but I'm not jealous when she moans in the pleasure he gives her.

I thought I wanted to keep her to myself. But holding her while she's getting off, watching her reactions, hearing her moans, solely focused on feeling her come apart—it's something I'd have missed out on if it were just the two of us. I love witnessing her pleasure almost as much as I love to give it.

My mouth waters, and she bucks against me, and when Silas adds his fingers, curling and pumping them into her, she starts to shake. "Oh god! Oh, oh, ahhh fuck, I can't—"

She squirms, but Noah and I hold her in place and she has no way to move. Like they coordinated it, Silas pumps his fingers and leans away so Noah, with one hand gripping her leg, uses his other fingers to pinch her clit, giving it a teasing shake. There's no room for a third hand, but I don't care I make it fit; I spread my fingers, holding her lower lips wide so Noah can flatten his fingers, slapping and rubbing her clit, and with Silas fucks her with his hand, and with all three of us touching her sex, Lucy starts screaming.

"Oh! Wait! Ahh, something's wrong," she pants. "I think I'm going to, I don't think—ahhh!" Her voice pitches, then she squirts, gushing all over Silas's t-shirt and it's fucking beautiful. None of us relent, and I'm in awe. I've never gotten this response from her body before, but I'm excited at the prospects now that the walls are coming down between us. It has just as much to do with her pleasure as it does to do with her emotions and comfort. She's really letting herself go, and it's fucking magnificent.

Silas keeps fucking her with his fingers while Noah rubs her clit, periodically changing the pace and pressure, sometimes outright slapping her. I can hear the sting in the air from each slap, can feel it on my fingers while I spread her pussy open, but she only whimpers in response, and judging by the gushing wet sound of Silas's fingers pumping her pussy, she's enjoying every second.

Lucy cries out again. She sounds like she's choking, and her body goes taut in my arms, then it's as if something snaps. She cries out, tense and pulled tight like a fucking guitar string, her ass clenching in my lap, and she comes hard, splashing and squirting, soaking the floor between them, before her entire body goes lax.

Silas stops playing with her pussy and leans in to give it a kiss. Nudging her temple, I kiss her cheek, while Noah and I release her legs.

She's limp in my arms. I almost ask Silas if she's awake, but he's staring at her with a profoundly venerating expression. Leaning close, he kisses her lips, and I get my answers when she finally moves. Noah kisses her next, but when he pulls away she starts crying.

Sobbing in my arms.

Noah smiles softly, and I can tell he's trying very hard to not take control, wanting to comfort her, a role he's good at, but Lucy's overwhelmed and she knows me. I pull her closer into my lap and let her cry.

"I'm-I'm—" she sucks in her breath.

"Shh," I whisper, rubbing her arm, nuzzling against her hairline. "It's okay. It's a lot."

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