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He. Was. Toast. “I’m going to fill you with my cum.”

“Please, please, please,” she whispered, writhing on the bed.

With one last thrust as deep as he could go, he spilled inside her.

He closed his eyes, and his hips twitched as she continued to pulse around his cock, drawing out what could be every last drop.

He gave himself a few seconds to gather his sanity and once he got himself together enough to open his eyes… The look of hunger on Ford’s face was almost enough to make Dylan instantly hard again.

Ford wasn’t only pointing that at Erin, but at Dylan, too.

“My turn,” Ford announced, climbing off the bed and coming around to the foot of it.

That was obvious. The angry color of his tightly fisted cock was proof the man was already skating on thin ice.

Before pulling out, he asked Ford, “How do you want her?”

“The real question is, how don’t I want her?”

“Wait. Please,” Erin panted. “I want to see you two together first.”

“You can see us together later. I’m ready to fuck you now,” Ford told her. “Don’t you want me to fuck you?”

“Please, Sir!”

“Do you want me to add my cum to his? It’s one way to have us both inside you at the same time.”

“There are other ways,” Dylan reminded Ford, other than sucking one cock while being fucked with another.

Double penetration was one. Of course, they wouldn’t be able to try that tonight but if this threesome continued in the future, it would be on the table.

“Yes, Sir. I want any and all of that.”

As agreeable as she was, Dylan had no idea if Erin ever had anal. If not, they would have to get her over that barrier first. It was a discussion that needed to be had before attempting it.

Ford took his place within seconds after Dylan pulled out. Dragging the head of his cock through her folds, he spread around the little bit of cum that slipped out. Then he lined himself up and, with his eyes on Dylan now at the head of the bed, Ford pushed himself deep.

Was Ford picturing himself fucking Dylan? Is that why he was focused on him?

His insides shook a little at the thought it might happen tonight, unless… he cut the night short. He recognized that would only delay the inevitable since he promised he’d be flexible.

He told himself again that he needed to keep his word.

Even so, he was torn. The thought of Ford fucking him both warmed and chilled him. Was he actually nervous about it? Yes, since it had been a long time since the last time he’d been fucked by a man.

Ford had shared with him that he regularly drove to State College for hookups. That meant he should be experienced enough to make sure Dylan didn’t suffer through it.

Sex was about pleasure, not pain… Well… Abusive pain, anyway. Pleasurable pain was not the same. One was welcomed, the other not.

Erin loved her ass beaten. Or her breasts bitten. Or her nipples twisted.

It made the pleasure more intense and took her into her subspace, a state of bliss. A euphoria most likely due to a release of endorphins, resulting in an effect similar to taking opioid drugs.

A sexual high, truth be told.

Dylan had experienced that euphoria himself before he realized he preferred to dominate rather than be subjugated. He liked the power and control that being a Dom gave him.

Luckily, Erin was into pleasurable pain since he loved doling out a good whipping or spanking as much as Ford did.

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