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Sarah hesitates for a moment, biting her lip as if trying to hold back the plea building inside her. But eventually, her need to be touched outweighs anything else. “Please,” she whimpers. “I need you. I need you to fuck me. Please, I'm begging you.”

She sounds desperate, and I fucking love it. I pull her dress off over her head and toss it to the side, leaving her in only her bra and underwear.

She stares up at me with wide, pleading eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. I take a moment to drink in the sight of her, making sure I step aside slightly so Kat gets a view. I had worried that this might feel too performative with Kat watching us, but her presence only makes this even hotter.

I unhook Sarah’s bra and toss it beside her dress. Her nipples are already hard, and I take them between my fingers, rolling them and brushing my thumb over them until Sarah’s back is arching to press herself further into my touch.

Behind me, I hear Kat shift again, and the constant reminders of her presence only spur me on. My cock throbs, and I’m dying to bury it inside Sarah.

Sarah whimpers softly as I tweak her nipples before pulling away, a sound of both need and protest. I trail my fingers down her stomach until I reach her soaked panties. Dragging my fingers over the damp fabric, I revel in the sight of her squirming against my touch.

“Lay back,” I tell her, and she eagerly complies before I yank her panties off.

I stand back, taking in the sight of her completely naked body. Her thighs are damp, and her pussy glistening, ready for me. I glance back at Kat, who's leaning forward in her chair, eyes locked onto Sarah. “Is this what you wanted to see?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she breathes. Still holding eye contact, she lowers her hand between her legs and pauses, as if waiting for confirmation that this is okay. I give her a subtle nod, and she slips her hand under her dress and into her underwear.

Fuck, this night is so much better than I expected it to be.

I turn back to Sarah, who's watching us both with unrestrained desire. I unbuckle my belt, taking my time as I slip out of my pants to let the anticipation build. My cock springs free, catching Sarah’s attention.

I spread her legs before kneeling on the bed before her and situating myself over her. She instinctively lifts her hips while I fist my cock and rub it up and down her slit, coating myself in her wetness.

“Please,” she begs.

I give her what she wants.

Inch by inch, I fill her. She's so tight and warm, her inner muscles clenching around me as I push deeper and deeper into her pussy. Her head falls back as she lets out a low moan. I hold her there for a moment, letting her adjust to the feel of me inside her. Then, I start to move.

Each thrust is slow and deliberate, each withdrawal a tease. She rolls her hips against me, trying to match my rhythm. I lean forward to kiss her while I’m buried deep inside her, and her tongue entwines with mine.

Moments later, I break the kiss and glance over at Kat. Her eyes are glued to us, her hand moving faster between her legs and her gaze hooded. The sight of her pleasuring herself while watching us fuck is intoxicating. I turn back to Sarah, who was also looking over at Kat, and I increase the pace as I fuck her harder and faster.

Sarah's moans fill the room, her body moving in sync with mine. I can feel her getting closer, her muscles tensing around me. I reach between us, my fingers finding her clit. I rub it in quick circles, driving her towards the edge. I’m getting close as well, but this is a race that I don’t want to win.

“Come for me,” I command in a low growl, knowing how much she loves when I take control. “Show her how beautiful you are when you come for me.”

Sarah's body tenses a few seconds later and her nails dig into the skin of my shoulders. Her orgasm hits her hard, her body convulsing around me as she cries out. Seconds later, soft moans sound from behind me where Kat is coming on her own fingers, and I know I won’t be able to hold out any longer. My own release builds quickly, and my cock throbs inside Sarah as I come, groaning and spilling into her.

Seconds pass, then a minute, and the room is silent aside from our collective breathing. I know we’re all thinking the same thing: What comes next?

CHAPTER 9

KAT

My heart pounds as I pull into the driveway of Sarah and Quentin’s house. It’s exactly what I expected—a classic Chicago two-story with a neat front yard and small, welcoming porch. A perfectly nice home for a happy family. All it’s missing is the white picket fence.

It hits me then how different their lives have been from mine. While they were raising two kids and having the quintessential family life, I was traipsing around the country and avoiding putting down roots.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out to find a text from Sarah: “Stuck in traffic. Be there in about 20 mins. Sorry! Quentin's there though.”

Great. This won’t be awkward at all.

I consider turning around and getting right back in my car, but before I can act on that impulse, the front door opens. Quentin stands there in jeans and a black t-shirt wearing a wide, genuine smile.

“Hey,” he says. “Sarah just texted me that she's running late. Come on in.”

Well, no turning back now.

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