Page 46 of Finding Chloe

“That’s it, Greene. Touch yourself. Show us how you like it.” Matt was focused on Chloe’s hand.

Kyle’s pace became frantic; he was getting close. Chloe was quickly approaching her own. I could see it in the desperate tug of her nipple, her short breaths, and the way her eyelids were hooded. She rolled her head to rest against Matt’s shoulder, but I couldn’t allow that.

“Come on, kitten. Eyes on your pussy. I want the two of you to watch as you come all over his cock.”

She gave a frantic mewl, her eyes locking on where they were joined.

“That’s right, sweets. You ready to come? I don’t think I can hold out much longer. You feel too damn good.” Kyle brought his thumb between them and strummed her clit. Her throaty cry filled the room, her eyes never leaving Kyle.

Kyle thrust a few more times before burying himself in her and holding tight. His hips rocked against hers as he emptied himself. I gave my cock a squeeze. I could feel the growing wet spot on my briefs from the endless drops of pre-cum leaking from me. As much as I wanted to bury myself in her pussy, I needed Matt and Kyle to have their turns first so they could see how good it could really be with all of us together.

Kyle rested his forehead on Chloe’s for a moment, and then he kissed her lightly. “You ready for Matt?”

Chloe’s swollen lips stretched into an eager smile.

CHLOE

Was I ready for Matt?

I was more than ready. Hunter’s game was a weird form of foreplay, but it worked fabulously. Not only was I so unbelievably turned on, it helped loosen everyone up. My sweet Kyle worked magic with his tongue, and having Matt hold me while Kyle fucked me was something I never knew I needed but now craved.

I’d never had sex like this before, and it wasn’t even close to being over.

Matt’s cock pressed firmly into my backside, waiting for me. I squirmed as Matt dropped my legs. My fingers combed through his hair as I brought his face to meet mine. I could still taste a hint of myself on his tongue.

Hunter’s moan filtered through my lust. He had orchestrated all of this and was clearly enjoying watching, but I needed him closer. Reaching out to him, I drew him close. Having Kyle still between my legs, Matt behind me, and Hunter beside me, I felt grounded.

I felt alive.

I felt desired.

I felt whole.

Hunter’s lips found mine. Then his hands found my breasts. I moaned, my need spiking. It was Matt’s turn, and I was here for it. Even though we’d been intimate already, this was like our first time all over again.

“On your hands and knees, kitten,” Hunter ordered, and I was more than happy to obey. Matt helped me rock onto all fours. Warm cum slowly slid down my leg, and I feared that when Matt saw it, he would change his mind. My body tensed, waiting for his response.

“Gorgeous,” Matt said, stroking a hand over the curve of my ass. I turned my head, and my worries slightly faded at how focused his gaze was between my legs. Did he mind me having someone else’s cum dripping from me? Did it turn him on?

Kyle knelt in front of me, reaching under me to palm my boob. The pinch of my nipple sent a zing straight to my core. I arched my back and wiggled my ass. I was ready for Matt. I needed him.

“Is this what you want, Greene?” Matt asked as I felt the warm, smooth tip of his cock slip between my folds. “Is this what you need?” God, his voice was so low and rough; it sent a shiver through me.

“Yes,” I said, shamelessly rocking back, trying to impale myself on his dick. Matt continued to tease me, sliding from my entrance to my clit, spreading my arousal all over his hard length.

“Matt,” I whined.

I hoarsely moaned as he notched at my core and pushed only part of the way in. He rocked his hips, still only giving me a fraction of what I wanted.

“Do you want my thick cock to pound into your tight pussy?” he growled.

I jerked my hips toward him.

“I want to hear you tell me what you want,” he demanded, staying so still I wanted to hit him.

“You. I want you to fill me. I want to take all of you inside me. I want you to dominate me.” As my words trailed off, he pushed to the hilt in one stroke. A gasp left my lips when he bottomed out, his hips resting against my ass.

“Shit, Greene,” Matt moaned.

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