Page 75 of Three Grumpy Groomsmen

Ivy obviously enjoys the view. I do too.

Now who the fuck is suffering delayed gratification?

I’m painfully hard as Ivy pumps herself onto Ford’s fingers harder and Ford swears harshly under his breath. Squeezing her breasts, I push them together so I take both nipples into my mouth at once.

“Oh, God!” she exclaims.

“That’s it,” Harrison tells her. “Let yourself come, Ivy. You’re right there on the edge, I can see it on your face. Ford, slap her ass.”

“Is that what you want?” Ford asks. “My hand on your ass?”

I’m buried in her chest, my legs surrounding her, and I revel in the taste and touch of my sexy girlfriend. She’s giving tiny cries of pleasure now, the movement of her hips more frantic as she fucks Ford’s fingers.

“Do something,” she begs. “Please, Ford. Oh, God, Liam, that feels so good.”

Ford smacks her ass, and she jumps a little on a low gasp. “Like that?” he asks.

“More.”

“That’s it,” Harrison says. “Tell him what you want.”

Ford complies, rhythmically smacking the soft curve of her ass as I suck her nipples.

It registers that I’m definitely not the one in charge here, but I don’t mind. If anything, it’s only enhancing the experience for me—to see how this combination of three men involved in pleasuring her has Ivy losing herself in the moment.

She’s a golden goddess right now, head back, lips parted as I glance up the length of her graceful neck.

When she shatters, our groans join hers.

“That’s it,” Harrison says. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

“Keep soaking me,” Ford demands. “Ride it out.”

I don’t say anything. My mouth is still wrapped around her nipples.

I’m not sure I would know what to say anyway.

I’m overwhelmed with love and pure raw lust that Ivy is getting to experience being with Ford exactly the way she wants to.

This is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

And we’ve barely gotten started.

Once she settles back down, I pull back and release her breasts, breathing hard. She eases her grip on my shoulders and tumbles forward into my arms when Ford steps back away from her, sucking on his fingers. I kiss her softly, then shift her down on my lap.

“Look and see what you do to Ford,” I tell her, tilting her chin so she can see the man she can’t stop thinking about lapping up her essence.

Heat blooms on her cheeks, staining them a pretty flushed pink. “Oh, wow.” Then she leans against me, her voice a little shy. “What do we do now?”

I pet her hair, stroking down the golden strands, and easing her hair tie out so it can flow freely down over her shoulders.

“Ford is going to get undressed.”

“On it.” He’s instantly unbuttoning his shirt.

He was clearly dressed to be in front of diners, because he has on black pants and a button up shirt.

“Then once he’s ready, I’m going to put your mouth over his cock. You haven’t gotten to taste him yet, have you?”

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