Page 6 of Jagger

Groaning, I clench a fistful of her hair and another of her ass as she drops her lips to mine, her full tits pressing against my chest while Kat’s mouth works magic on my cock. It’s stimulation overload and, apparently, Desi thinks so, too, a ragged moan tumbling from her throat to mine. Only then do I realize Kat’s thoroughly enjoying us both, her fingers buried deep in Desi’s cunt as she sucks and slurps her way along my shaft.

“Jesus-fucking-Christ, Kat,” Desi blurts, her eyes clamped tightly, to which Kat hums attentively.

She keeps at it without falter, too, bringing us both to the edge until, suddenly, everything minus Desi’s lips on mine comes to a screeching halt. It’s like running face-first into a brick wall, my cock throbbing in excruciating pain from sudden abandonment. I’m on the verge of protesting through the flurry of insanity when sweet relief floods me before I could utter a word.

Kat sheathes me with a condom and aligns the head of my dick with Desi’s entrance, swiftly pushing her down onto my length until I’m filling her to capacity. I hiss as her warmth envelopes me at the same moment she sits up and throws her head back, adjusting to the unexpected intrusion.

“Holy shit, you're a big boy,” she moans, rolling her hips slowly, her pussy clamping around me like a vise.

“That he is,” Kat snickers, and when I peek around Desi, I catch her at the end of the bed thoroughly enjoying the view, her fingers leisurely working her pussy.

Desi glances over her shoulder, too, and giggles. “You filthy-fucking-bitch.”

“Guilty. Now, hurry up and come. I want a turn too.”

That makes two of us, pretty girl.

Steady at first, I begin pumping my hips, meeting Desi thrust for thrust. The harder she grinds into me, the harder I drive into her, my hands drawn to her tits. Hers are big, and much like Kat’s, soft and round.

I need them in my mouth.

But I also want Kat’s ass.

I need and want everything, everything like the greedy motherfucker I am because its at my disposal. They came onto me. I hadn’t done a thing.

And they’re the perfect combination, sexy and lethal in all the best ways possible.

Say it with me…fucking heaven.

With a harsh slap to Desi’s ass, I go off like a jackhammer, plowing into her without reserve; a hand in her hair, one arm wound around her waist. Through the blur of my ministrations, I know I’m getting closer, or really, she’s getting closer. The way her pussy squeezes me says it all. So I keep at it, sucking a nipple here, slapping her ass there, until finally she falls apart, her forehead falling to my shoulder as I throttle her through the monstrous wave of her orgasm. Shuddering in my grasp like a wind-up toy that’d been released, a string of expletives tangled with moans fill the air.

I waste zero time pulling out and getting her on her back thereafter. I’m still harder than a fucking rock and the need for release is making me fucking crazed, but I need Kat to come first.

“Ready, pretty girl,” I pant, stroking myself.

Kats smirks and crawls over to me like the saucy little kitten she is. “Been ready. Tell me where you want me.”

“Get on top of her, on her your knees.”

She slithers right into position beautifully, and God damn is that ever a gorgeous fucking image. I take one good look at it, cataloging it to the spank bank, and slide right into her from behind, relishing the feel of her pussy wrapped around me.

Jesus-fucking-Christ.

She’s so warm, wet as hell. Different, in a good way.

And her ass, that ass is finally right where I want it, begging me to leave my mark. My palm meets her skin and she lets out gratified moan, urging me to fuck her harder. She and Desi are up to something, too, something I can’t see with Kat’s dark tresses spilled over them like a veil…

But I can hear them—a soundtrack that rushes all of my blood straight to my dick, more acutely than before.

“Pound her, Jag, she can take it,” Desi encourages, and it’s then I can see her hand clasped around Kat’s throat.

Talk about a team-fucking-effort.

Literally.

And I’m about to seal the deal.

Blanketing her back with my front, I snake a hand between her legs and bring my fingers to her clit, rubbing frenzied circles that leave Kat breathless in seconds. I’m right there with her, my head tossed back with a ragged groan as I come harder than I have in a long time…

This is what wet dreams are fucking made of.

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