Page 33 of Room One Hundred and Nineteen: Watching Her

“Where, beautiful? Tell me where you need me to touch you, Elena,” I coaxed like a dick. She gave a little frustrated growl that made me grin like a fool. Fuck, she was adorable and all ours.

“My pussy.” I loved that she wasn’t afraid to say what she needed. That she wasn’t embarrassed to talk dirty. “Please finger me,” Elena pleaded.

I didn’t need to be asked again.

I was a big guy. My best friends were about my size, if not girthier. I needed to make sure we got her ready to take us completely. The night wouldn’t be rushed. There was no way. We took care of what was ours.

“Rick,” she whined, and that was when I broke. I plunged two of my thick fingers straight into her, and she bucked on my lap.

“Like that?” I strained through gritted teeth. “You want me to finger you?” I asked, sliding them out slowly only to thrust them back in with a force that made her buck.

“Yes!” she hissed. “Hard. Just like that,” she gasped. I glanced down to see her. Her tits were round and firm, nipples straining against the tiny little bra. I couldn’t see her pussy, but I could feel it. Tight and soaked.

“You’re so fucking wet and juicy, beautiful.”

“Rick,” she whined.

“Look at them,” I instructed. “Open those pretty, dark eyes. Can you see them? Can you see Josh and Miles there? Sitting. Hard and aching. Their dicks throbbing just from watching you.”

“Oh god,” she gasped but nodded.

“Look at how good you are doing for us,” I praised, my fingers working in and out of her pussy, loving the way sheclenched around them and tried to suck them back in with her inner muscles.

“Rick!” she cried, and Itsked.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” I teased, then hooked my finger to the very spot inside of her that needed attention before dropping my other hand form her perfect tit and dropping it to between her legs.

“You want to come, baby girl?” The pad of my free hand started to rub her little pearl of nerves. “Shit,” I rasped against her ear. My breathing was heavy as the filthy words kept tumbling out. “I can feel it. Jesus, this small little pussy is ready to go off, isn’t she?”

“Rick!”

“And we just started to play, pretty girl.” Her legs widened, and her hips started to move in the rhythm she needed. “Should I let you come?” I demanded. “Should I let Josh and Miles watch you shatter for us?”

“Oh god,” she moaned. “It’s been…”

“A long time?” I guessed. The soft little mewled purr was my answer. “Good,” I rambled. “It’s been a fucking long time for us, too, baby. We’ve been waiting for you.”

“Oh!” Her hips had been rolling and grinding, but it seemed that little tidbit of information really got her off.

“Find it, beautiful.” Her ass rubbed perfectly against my cock. “Watch them watch you. They need to watch you come like you watched Josh.” Her breathing stuttered.

“You guys knew.” Her voice cracked, and I chuckled darkly.

“There isn’t a thing about you we don’t know. We don’t keep shit from one another,” I gritted, strumming her sensitive little love button back and forth. “Soon, the four of us won’t have any secrets between us either, Elena,” I promised, kissing her neck, careful not to nip her.

“Rick, oh, Rick.” Her toes curled beside me. Elena’s nails dug into my forearms. Despite the fabric that lay between us, I knew she would break skin. I fucking hoped for those little half-moon marks. That they’d scar, so I’d keep them as a mark, a reminder of tonight. They’d be my favorite even over the ink that marred my arms.

“You’re close,” I whispered.

“Yes! Oh god, Rick, please!”

“Keep looking at them. Let them watch you fall apart, gorgeous. Let them look at that pretty pussy. Dripping wet, filled with my fingers deep inside. Come for us!”

And like the beautiful, most perfect creature she was, Elena exploded on my lap. A thick gush of wetness surged from her. I fucking throbbed from head to goddamn toe.

Elena was a fucking squirter!

She coated the front of my pants with her wetness while her tight little cunt tried to break off my fingers. Fingers that were most definitely not done with her. I squeezed in a third, stretching her. And our beautiful girl didn’t tell me to stop. No, the little breathing temptation lifted her ass and arched her back, close to falling off the chair. Not that I’d let that happen. My arm wrapped around her middle, and before she fully recovered from that first orgasm, I had her on edge and ready to go with the second.

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