Page 55 of The SEALs' Single Mom Baby Surprise

No resistance when I crash my mouth over hers. Sloane sinks her fingers into my hair and kisses me back, dousing my body with the kind of need I haven’t felt in years.

I greedily open her mouth, showing her exactly the tempo I want to take her at. Her knees go weak, and I take advantage, swinging her into my arms and carrying her into the living room to sit us on the couch.

Shep is sitting one cushion over, his hungry gaze intense as her thighs spread to press us together.

Fuck, I’m hard and aching, desperate to be inside her. But her hips grind slowly over me.

Cole appears from the side of the kitchen, transfixed.

Sloane doesn’t miss a beat, not even when I shift to unzip my pants and pull her back to rub herself over my boxer briefs. It’s only one lost layer, but she’s giving off so much heat that I already can’t wait to see her in full action. To see how much of us she can take.

We’ve never done this before, so I’m interested in seeing how far it will go.

My hands glide over her bare legs, soaking in the silkiness of her skin.

Shep shifts beside us, standing and hovering behind Sloane. His fingers hook the waist of her shorts. “Let’s get rid of these.”

And he yanks them down. Sloane nips my lower lip as she leans to help Shepard strip her shorts from her.

It’s not too long before I can tighten my embrace again, but long enough for me to tug down my briefs. Her folds splay around my cock when she returns to me, and her soft moan is perfect.

We thrust against each other for a few beats before I spread my legs and sink lower on the cushion. The angle gives me the perfect leverage to guide her down over my cock. She’s so wet. Hot. Tight.

I’m working to keep my thrusts long and slow, but she’s so goddamn tempting that my hips pick up speed and swing before too long.

Breathing through how sensitive she makes me, I grab her ass with both hands, massaging her firm bum before tracing the curve of her hips to her waist.

“Let’s get rid of this, too.” Cole is behind her now, Shepard sinking into the cushion beside us, an almost smile on his mouth.

She sits up as he gathers the shirt in his hands, the angle tightening her around me. I change my rhythm to compensate, and Sloane rewards me with a soft moan muffled in her T-shirt as it lifts enough to expose her bare breasts.

They bounce and swing as her arms reach above her head, and my mouth surrounds one rosy nipple before she’s free. Her pussy squeezes around me again when I suck hard.

Cole takes the opening, keeping her arched back with a hand under her chin. He stares down at her as I play with her tits.

Her heavy breathing spurs me on, sucking one hard and rolling her other nipple between my fingers and thumb. When her breath catches, I pinch, and her hips hitch, losing their rhythm.

I peer up to find Cole kissing away Sloane’s moans, keeping her quiet as I bounce her in my lap.

Leaning back, I watch myself disappear into her sweet pussy. I crave the feel of her clutching, pulsing orgasm around me. My thumb slips down to her clit, pressing and rubbing. I grin as she jerks, her moan half-cocked as Cole retreats an inch.

She grins up at him, and he smiles back before releasing her back against me.

“Well, hello again.”

Sloane laughs softly. “Hello again.”

I alter my grip on her, grabbing ahold of her thighs, spreading her a bit wider, and angling myself up to hit deep.

Her nails dig into my shoulders and neck as my pelvis rubs her cleft, and her eyes drown me with her desire. Her pleasure. It’s addictive. I haven’t stopped replaying the face she made when I made her come on top of that crate.

By far one of the hotter experiences of my life.

Almost as hot as this.

None of us have talked about this, planned it out, but the idea of filling her up completely rides my desires.

I grab her ass firmly in both hands, spreading her cheeks and meeting Cole’s gaze over Sloane’s shoulder, nodding to him before he drops his attention to Slone’s body. He’s as hungry for her as I am.

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