Page 92 of Naughty & Nice

Reaching out, I tuck my fingers under the waistband of his pants and drag them down, taking his boxers too.

His dick springs free. It’s painfully hard, the end purple and glistening with precum.

“It’s not going to suck itself,” Wilder quips when I take too long to jump into action.

“Wild,” Hendrix grunts.

“What? I’m just saying.”

Something tells me that the two of them are glaring at each other over my head, but I don’t bother to look, and I’m pretty sure that Rix forgets all about it when I finally lean forward and lick.

“Oh shit,” he grunts, his hips thrusting forward in search of more.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Wilder praises, his hands wrapping around my hips to hold me in place.

“You’re weird,” Rix mutters as I continue to tease him.

“It’s fucking hot, man. You can’t argue with that.”

“N-no, I—” I sink down on Rix’s cock and all his words evaporate.

His fingers slide into my hair and he gently holds the back of my head as I set my rhythm.

The sounds he makes as I suck him ensure that my desire continues to simmer just beneath the surface, despite the mind-blowing orgasm they both gave me. The situation doesn’t get any better when Wilder’s hands begin roaming, either.

“She’s squirming on my lap, Bro. She fucking loves sucking you off.”

“G-Good,” Rix stutters.

Rolling my eyes up his body, I find him staring down at me with nothing but awe in his expression.

Hollowing my cheeks, I take him even deeper.

“Y-you… you want Wilder to get you off again?” he asks, making liquid lust pool between my thighs.

Is that even a question?

I nod. Wilder might not be able to see it, but Hendrix sure feels it.

“What are you doing?” I ask in a panic when Hendrix steps back, pulling his dick from my mouth.

I watch in confusion as he drags the coffee table closer to the single chair and then falls down into it. Wrapping his fist around his cock, he demands, “Get on the coffee table, ass in the air, and continue what you started.”

I look from him to the coffee table, my head spinning.

“What are you waiting for?” Wilder growls behind me, and before I know what’s happening, he’s taken over and I’m deposited in place.

Leaning forward, I rest my palms on either side of Hendrix’s thighs and stare at him as I arch my back and shamelessly thrust my ass in the air.

“Like this?” I ask innocently, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

Hendrix rubs his jaw as he takes me in. “Fuck, yeah. You’re perfect, Elle. Fucking perfect.”

“She really fucking is. Look at this pretty little pussy,” Wilder muses from behind me.

He moves and a rush of air flows over my heated skin. I wiggle my hips, desperate for more.

“And just look how needy it is, too.”

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