Page 37 of Pin-up Girl

A scrawling, black tattoo in some kind of old-world script was stamped across her ribcage, right under the curve of her left tit. I sat forward to check it out, but she rushed the bed.

“Oof.” I fell back as she jumped in my lap. Pieces of her hair slapped me in the face, and the scent of her cherry shampoo wrapped around me. I gently pushed her away from me, getting to my knees in the bed.

“Sorry, sweetheart. The car was a fluke. I only like to take girls from behind.” I rolled her over to her stomach, then propped her up on her hands and knees so she was facing the end of the bed. Emmett and Jules were so close, their thighs pressed into the mattress.

Shifting behind her, the sight of her round ass nearly made my eyes roll back in my head. Her skin was warm and incredibly soft as I cupped her cheeks, then ran my hands up her back to grip her shoulders. I tugged her back so her ass met my groin, rubbing us together.

She was leaking all over me, just like this.

“What do you want, Elise?” My voice was thick with desire. The naked hunger on Emmett and Jules’ faces shone bright in the dim glow of the room.

“Fuck if I know. This is my first three-man rodeo,” she said as she stretched her hands out in front of her like a cat, pushing her chest into the bed and arching her back.

Gliding one hand around her side and down her stomach, I found the hood of her clit. I rolled the sensitive bundle of nerves, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm against me.

“How about I take care of you, while you take care of them?” With my free hand, I slid the head of my cock through her wetness, savoring the way she trembled beneath me. “Can you do that?”

She hummed and reached for both Emmett and Jules.

Emmett started to move forward, but Jules bumped him out of the way, taking the spot directly in front of her. He smirked at Emmett as he climbed on the bed.

“Goddamn it, Jules. I was the odd man out in the car.” Emmett took the side of the bed, apparently not too put out as he started an erotic rubdown on Elise, hitting the pressure points on her back while she readjusted herself to her elbows, resting her hands on Jules’ thighs.

Jules had been watching Emmett with an amused glint in his eyes, but it all disappeared when she touched him.

I pushed in, sucking in a shallow breath. My mind wandered to the condoms I kept in the top drawer of my nightstand, but she’d said she was on birth control. I was clean—hell, we all were. I’d set her up with the family physician if she hadn’t been tested recently. But with how prickly our Pin-up girl was, I doubted she slept around very much.

She lowered her head and started a slow bob over Jules’ lap. He cautiously threaded his fingers through her hair, biting his lip.

Fuck…

Watching this, experiencing her, was a rush like nothing I’d ever imagined. Tingles rolled down my spine as Emmett played with one of her tits and bunched her hair into a messy ponytail with his other hand.

“Yes, just like that. Jules’ dick is a work of art, isn’t it? Red, angry, hard. Suck it. Yeah, just like that.” Emmett twisted her hair over her shoulder, and pulled his boxers down to palm his own erection.

Finally seated, I started to move, slowly at first. Pulling out, pushing back in. Her choked moans and hums were an erotic cacophony filling the room. I wanted to listen to her forever, but I couldn’t hold in my own pleasure.

I moved faster. She jerked forward with every thrust, her head bouncing on Jules’ cock. I was going to blow, and Jules wasn’t far behind.

I’d never seen Jules like this before. He was always a closed box, hiding even the simplest emotions from his face. But right then, he stared at Elise like she was his own personal angel.

Fuck, fuck,fuck. The tingles shot to my groin like a white-hot hand gripping my balls, and an unforgiving wave of rapture crashed over me.

Digging my fingers into her hips, I powered into her one, two, three times, until my cum shot out, bathing her insides. She pulsed around me, muffled squeals rising above my own groans.

When I came down, my pelvis was pushed so tight to her ass, we might as well have been fused.

Jules tapped her shoulder two times, and then a series of gasps and stilted inhales spilled out of him. She kept her mouth around him, drinking everything he gave her until he shuddered. My softening cock immediately started to make a rebound.

I slipped out of her as she crawled forward and sat up. We should have been doing this for years—only then, we wouldn’t have had our own Pin-up.

The pillows cushioned my fall as I collapsed. Jules moved up the bed and flopped down beside me, while we watched what Emmett would do.

Elise’s beautiful face came into profile as she stared down at Emmett. She probably had no idea what to expect from him either. He’d stayed on the sidelines, happy to massage her, pluck at her breasts and rub her pussy. His fingers even brushed with my cock a time or two.

Now we were done, and he still had a raging erection from hell.

With his eyebrows drawn low and a firmly set mouth, his expression promised that he would get his.

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