Page 107 of Full Mountie

That gives me an idea.

“Let’s dance again,” I say roughly as I stroke my fingertips over her breasts and her belly. I love the way she trembles beneath my touch.

Hugh nestles in behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist. I touch his hands where they splay across her belly and he catches my fingers in his.

“You need to let me go so I can put music back on,” she whispers, but we don’t release her.

Not yet.

I curl my body up so I’m sitting, and she’s on my lap, and Hugh’s behind her. I hold them both tight.

This is everything I’ve ever wanted. I had no idea. My whole life, I was waiting for these two, and the universe tried to fucking show me.

I was blind, but I’m trying to make up for lost time now.

I kiss Beth, then Hugh, dragging him around her, and she wriggles free. When the music starts playing, we get off the bed and join her.

All we can manage is a slow, pulsing sway, but it’s enough. We dance together, twisting Beth between us. The music seeps under our skin, makes us restless and wild.

On the next song, Beth cups my heavy bulge through my jeans and whispers that I should be naked, too. I strip down as Hugh pulls her into his arms.

They’re stunning together. His rugged dark tan a stark contrast to her creamy paleness. His muscles heavy and carved next to her willowy curves.

As soon as my dick pops free, heavy and horny, I take myself in hand and stroke. Watching them move together is dirty and perfect, the best porn of my life.

Hugh notices first and whispers to Beth that I’m jerking off. I watch his lips move and curl my lips into a filthy smile. Yeah I am.

She murmurs something back, maybe another instruction to get naked, then slides to her knees in front of me. “May I?” she asks, so fucking polite.

“Yeah,” I grunt. “Lick me up.”

Her tongue darts out, pink and eager.

Behind her, Hugh’s gaze is locked on her ass, and he’s stroking himself, too.

“Come here,” I say, gesturing for him, and she turns on her knees.

We jostle a bit for position, our cocks bumping as we rub them against her mouth. Her wet, swiping tongue is a crazy tease, and I want to push deeper, shove past her lips and into her throat, but we’ve got a plan tonight.

Double penetration.

She wants to take us both.

I sling my arm around Hugh’s neck and pull him close. We’re both going to be inside her, together. Cocks rubbing back and forth.

He looks at me, his eyelids hooded, and I groan. We kiss, a hard crash together, then we look back at Beth, playing with our engorged cocks.

She smiles up at us and Hugh growls. “Dirty girl.”

“Your dirty girl,” she purrs, and he laughs weakly as he leans against me. His mouth is on my neck again, his stubble scratching, and I press into the sensations. His tongue, his teeth—

“Fuck!” I jerk away and he holds on tight as he laughs against my skin.

“Did you just bite me?” My dick throbs and my neck howls in protest.

He kisses the flesh he just abused. “Yeah.”

“Fuck.” I’m panting now, but… “Do it again.”

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