Page 37 of Room One Hundred and Nineteen: Watching Her

I smiled, pressing my forehead against hers. “You tender?” I asked?

“Green. I’m good, I promise. I’d tell you guys. Please, Miles, I need you.”

“Fucking hell, beautiful. You have any idea how good you feel like this? In my arms? You know how long I’ve wanted this? Not a fucking piece of fabric between us, skin to skin?”

“I have an idea because I’ve wanted this for a long time, too.” Her whispered confession echoed in my head. Her eyes were seton me then sought the men, who had both joined us on the bed. The mattress dipped with their weight, but my focus was on her.

“You’re going to ride me, baby, and when you do, Josh and Rick are going to caress your body. Understood?” She nodded and straddled me, opening her legs and dropping down slowly. Her tight heat surrounded me. Her wet dewy beauty slid over the underside of my shaft. Back and forth, my little tease of an angel drove me closer and closer to the brink of madness. My head dug into the pillow under my bed. My hands held on to her waist like I owned her. Tight and firm. Almost like I was afraid if I let her go, she would disappear.

“Miles,” she purred, and my lips twitched.

“Ride me, gorgeous. Give me that pussy. I get this pussy first.”

“Oh god,” she whispered, dropping down. The ruddy mottled head of my cock bumped at her entrance, and she gasped. “You feel so good, and you’re not even inside me.”

My grip at her hips tightened.

That beautiful, dirty mouth of hers was going to get me into trouble.

“I’ve never had anything like this. Shit,” I hissed. “Never taken a pussy bare, Elena. Only you,” I rasped, and her mouth crushed down on mine. Deep and wet, we got lost in the moment until I pulled back. “Now ride me. Raw. Come on, pretty girl.” She dropped down a little more, and I swore my eyes were about to cross.

Fuck, I wasn’t even inside of her completely. The crown of my cock pushed into her sweet little snatch, and my heart and lungs seized. Nothing in the world could have pulled me away from that moment. The world could have burned to the fucking ground for all I fucking cared.

“You’re going to give it to me until you come, is that understood?”.

“Oh god,” she breathed. Her arms clung to me. I lifted her up, letting that pussy drag against my cock until she dropped down again. Little by little, we found our rhythm. The air in the room grew warm, humid. The scent of sex and need permeated the space, but fucking hell, it was the best fucking smell.

“Miles!” she panted. I glanced at my best friends and nodded tersely. I needed their help. I wasn’t too proud to ask for help. Not when her pleasure was my priority. Our priority.

Josh and Rick’s knees hit the mattress. It dipped under their weight, and the slight bounce of the bed made me sink deeper into her hot depths. I groaned.

“Miles,” she whimpered.

Rick and Josh both pressed their fronts against her side, moving her hair out of the way. I watched them kiss her neck. She started to clench her inner muscles, milking my dick, drawing me in deeper.

“Miles! Oh! Please!” she panted, and I nodded.

Together, we started to work in sync.

Both of her hands dropped to the center of my chest as her hips started to get to work. I let go of my hold of her hips so I could cup her face. Pressing my forehead to hers, I thrust into her as she sunk down on me. Up and down, those perfect hips of her started to roll. Little soft pants sounded. Rick and Josh’s moans and groans joined the symphony of the highest high I had ever experienced in my life. I’d always stayed away from things that could get addictive. With my background and childhood, I knew just how genetically inclined I was to fall, but fuck me, Elena Flores was the sweetest most beautiful addiction a man could get. One he would work his hands to the bone and bleed for day and night.

“Miles! Miles, oh!” Her forehead left mine.

I watched her sway and undulate like a goddess on my lap. “Baby,” I growled. “I’m–– Fuck!” I was close. “I’m going to come, baby.” I was going to need her to pull me out.

“Me too,” she whispered, and I felt it. “Miles, please,” she cried. “Come inside me.”

“Baby, I shouldn’t.” I’d never come inside a woman without any kind of barrier.

“Please, Miles, I want to feel it. Feel you.” How the hell was I supposed to say no?

“Cream-pie her, Miles,” Josh said.

“Give her what she wants,” Rick added.

“Fuck,” I growled. My hands gripped her hips again. I watched her bounce on my dick. Her tits jiggled, and before I came, I felt it. That tight little cunt of hers started to flutter around my cock. My eyes caught hers just in time to watch her come undone. Her head fell back, her dark eyes rolled, and she came for me. Milking and pulling me deeper. The ripples of her tight hold on my manhood tightened, and I couldn’t fucking stop the release that was headed my way. The sight of her shattering like a beautiful shooting star, imploding on my dick, was too much. There was no stopping the way it pulled me under like some kind of euphoric riptide.

I erupted inside of her. Ribbon after ribbon of my release coated her womb, and she fell forward, her front covering mine as I held her close.

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