Page 56 of The SEALs' Single Mom Baby Surprise

A glance spared at Shepard shows that curling Cheshire grin, like he can read my mind and knows exactly where we’re heading with this. He reaches forward to press his thumb into Sloane’s mouth. Her lips close around him with a soft hum.

Fuck, I want to fill her with my cum, and I don’t want this to end at the same time.

The sound of Cole unzipping his pants behind her makes her shudder.

“You ready for this?” Shep asks her.

She nods, his thumb still pressed along her tongue.

I find a sensitive spot on her throat and give it a light bite, nibbling as Cole lines himself up behind her.

“Good. Get ready,” I say in her ear.

Her muscles clamp down as Cole presses against her asshole, and I whisper soothing noises in her ear.

“Relax, love. It’s going to hurt if you fight it.” I massage her cheeks as his cock pushes past that tight ring of muscle.

Cole scrapes against her on the other side of that thin wall of flesh. Once he’s seated, he stops, letting her adjust.

God, if he could see her face, the utter hedonistic lust rolling her eyes back in her head.

“Fuck,” Shep swears, running his thumb over her bottom lip.

That’s Cole’s signal to move, thrusting slowly. I can feel every inch and alter my own moves so that she’s in a cycle of unending penetration. Her body relaxes to take it, splaying out across my chest.

Shep smooths hair from her forehead before he sits back to watch and wait his turn, although the way Sloane murmurs against her skin makes me think he could take her mouth easily. Maybe it’s too soon for that.

Might have been too soon for this, but adrenaline swims with the pleasure. Once we have a good cadence going, I gather her hair around my hand and arch her back enough to gain access to her mouth.

Her kiss is a sexy haze. Lazy but hot, it has my hips picking up speed and force. I eat Sloane’s moan. I’m obsessed with her, with every little twitch of her muscles, every soft noise, and the glaze of pleasure in her eyes, even when they focus wholly on me.

I’m trying hard not to be selfish, so I smooth my hand across her shoulder blades, down her spine, and over the generous curve of her ass before hooking her thighs in my grip.

Cole’s hand crawls up her back, slipping under her shoulders and rearing her back against his chest at a sweet angle. Her pussy clamps down on us so hard that we both groan.

The look on his face as he sinks his nose into her hair ricochets through me.

As kinky or as dirty as this gets, it’s about more than sex. I already feel it. I know the boss does, too. It’s written all over him.

He whispers something into her ear that makes her laugh softly and clench around us with it.

The apex of her thighs and that swollen pearl at her cleft call to me again. My touch slips down to stroke her. She shudders out a new, low moan.

I want to tap out an orgasm. I can’t believe she hasn’t had one yet, although she’s gotten close a few times, threatening to wring me dry.

Her lungs expand, pushing out her breasts as Cole bars her in his arms, an arm bolstered across her shoulders and her ribs. It leaves her tits free to bounce with our movements. Then a hand closes around one, palming it before squeezing down to her nipple.

Sloane makes a disbelieving noise as her hips roll.

I’m transfixed by the way her body bows, how she writhes and rides out a swell of pleasure. Her climax is long and breathtaking. I’m under her spell, tunneling through her quaking core until I follow her into oblivion.

It’s not enough.

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SLOANE

I’m riding high on the orgasm stemming from two men fucking me at the same time. Who knew this could feel so good? That I could be so full and needy at once?

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