Page 101 of Manny

He moves closer. Lucky for him my bed is low, so we’re at the perfect height for head.

Lace rises up onto the mattress, moving aside so Bandit can fit between my legs. “He needs to be out of these clothes, though.”

“We leave the cut on,” Bandit demands.

My dick jerks and I need it out before I explode inside my underwear.

Lace helps me out of my boots, my jeans and underwear, and I pull my cut off momentarily so I can shrug out of my shirt. Then, looking up at Bandit, I fold my arms back through.

I’m naked, save for my cut, my dick loud and proud as he begs to be touched.

“A little birdie told me that Bandit was the one who brought it up to Cash about you being patched in,” Lace whispers, her mouth nipping at my neck as she gazes up at Bandit.

Bandit has the good grace to frown for a moment.

My heart races in my chest as I look up at him. “You did?”

Bandit brushes it off. “It was the club’s decision, not mine.”

“But you had a hand in it,” Lace goes on. “You suggested it.”

“Doesn’t matter, what matters is Emmanuel gets the recognition he deserves. That he’s officially part of the NOLA Rebels MC.”

Emmanuel.

“I love everything you just said,” I say. I bite my lip as I purposely stare at his hand on his cock. “You gonna bring that bad boy over here and let me show you what my big mouth is good for?”

Bandit snickers. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll find some way to be vocal, even with my cock down your throat.”

My heart beats wildly as our girl presses her palm on my dick, playing with my piercings, moaning when she feels the pre-cum at my tip. “He’s so hard, Jonah, look what we’re doing to him.”

I insert two fingers into her pussy and she cries out as she fondles me, then Bandit’s holding his cock right in front of my face. I take it out of his hand and lick the tip. Knowing I’m the first man to do this has me wanting to explode. His eyes are hooded as his head falls back, and I’ve barely even touched him.

I grip his girth, groaning when I can barely close my fingers around him. He tastes like heaven and when I suck him farther into my mouth, his eyes pop open and meet mine. There’s fire in them, and lust like I’ve never seen. He wants this as much as we do, and I’m not gonna believe otherwise. Though, I have to admit, he has come out of his shell since our last sexual encounter at the club.

“See,” he murmurs. “You can be quiet for five seconds.”

I grip him tighter, opening my mouth wide as he starts to fuck my mouth. He doesn’t shove in like I thought he would, he’s moving surprisingly slow. His dick is perfect, maybe a little big, but like everything about him; it’s visually stunning and heck, I can’t imagine the damage he did to Lace’s pussy with me inside, too. No wonder she was sore.

“Does that feel good, Jonah?” Our girl moans. I’m still fingering her pussy and when I brush her clit, she clenches around me.

“So good.” Jonah clenches his teeth.

“I’m coming, oh, God, yes, oh—” Lace throws her head back and Bandit’s eyes dip to her as she bounces on my fingers, pushing her tits together as she comes hard.

“She’s so pretty when she’s coming,” I mutter, pulling him out as I slide my tongue down his entire girth.

“She is,” Bandit agrees. “But I think she’d look good with your cock in her mouth.”

Fuck.

Lace giggles, then she moves down so she’s lying on the bed, her head in my lap as I spread my legs wider. She grips my dick and licks my head, laving my piercing and slit with her hot little tongue as I grip Bandit’s cock and lick the underside. He growls, his hand reaching for my neck as he grips me again. I love it when he does that. It’s so fucking Bandit. It’s like he’s trying his hardest to not lose control, and that makes my chest puff up just a little because he really is showing restraint.

“Such a pretty boy with my cock in your mouth,” he grunts. “Take it,Emmanuel.Watch our girl take your dick as you’re takin’ mine.”

I groan; I’m about to explode. He hisses as I grip his balls and shoves his cock back in, hitting the back of my throat, pumping harder as I try not to gag. Lucky for him, I’ve been doing this a while and my gag reflex is better than average. Lace works her magic, taking me deep as I run my hands up Bandit’s thighs, relishing in the fact that he doesn’t shove my hands away. He wants me to touch him. I grip his ass, forcing him to hit my throat harder.

“He tastes so good,” Lace murmurs. “Should we make him come?”

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