Page 33 of Single Mom's Secret Diary
I flip open to my favorite sexual fantasy that she’s written out.
They press in on me from all sides, splaying me out on the conference table, slowly stripping me of my clothes. Their hands are everywhere, and I can’t tell who bends to cover my pussy with their mouth.
I read it aloud, and Wyatt slides behind Avery, reaching around to unsnap the waistband of her slacks and slip his hand inside. Her gasping moan tears through me.
Wyatt nuzzles behind her ear as he rubs her. Ryder undoes her buttons, spreading that silky fabric to expose her pale caramel skin and the white lace bra that barely covers her breasts. Dark pink nipples peek through the semi-transparent cloth.
Ryder palms a breast, and Avery’s head falls back with a new moan.
Wyatt pulls her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. Ryder gathers her slacks down her thighs. I slide in to rub over her core, marveling at how hot and wet she is.
Ryder and I spread her thighs, and I nod him on. He kneels with a grin as Wyatt unsnaps her bra and reveals those dark pink nipples. I can’t resist bending down to suck one into my mouth. Avery groans, and Wyatt covers her mouth with his own.
The moment she’s bare and Ryder covers her core with his mouth, her muscles contract. His hands squeeze her full hips. I watch the flesh give and know how wonderful it is to have full access to her lushness.
Ryder moans into her. I pull her knee back farther and Wyatt takes her other one, splaying her open like she wrote in her diary.
I turn her mouth to mine, leaning us down to my elbow as her body trembles. Her hand dives into my hair, and I taste her moans across my tongue.
She’s small enough that I can wrap my hand around her opposite rib cage as I hold us up. My fingers find her small but plump breast. I roll and tug on her nipple the way she likes until she cries out.
My kisses move under her jaw, and Wyatt swoops in to kiss her.
Ryder sucks on her clit, and the muffled noise of her pleasure makes my hard-on pulse with need. I never thought I’d share a woman, especially not one I’ve been pining over for the last ten years. But all of her pleasure creates a new need inside me.
I massage the inside of her thigh as it shakes, and when I make eye contact with Ryder, I shake my head. I want her on the edge.
The way his tongue slices her open and circles her sensitive nub has her whimpering and writhing.
More suction until she’s at that brink, and he pulls back.
Avery whines, hips lifting for more, but Ryder kisses along the insides of her thighs, taking over my grip on her knee and trading me places. He descends on her tits and squeezes her thigh.
Kneeling before her sweet, wet pussy, I massage around her core, coming close to touching her without giving her what she wants.
I take my time working my way around her before I finally seal my mouth over her clit, glistening and swollen from already being brought to the brink.
Her legs jerk, like she means to clamp her thighs around my head. Fuck, yes. I groan into her, sliding two fingers into her puss.
Avery makes that wild noise that’s haunted my dreams. One of my friends whispers a softfuckabove my head.
I devour her like I’ve imagined the last few weeks of having her here to tempt me every damn second of every fucking day. I sink into it, toying with her, prolonging her pleasure until I feel her squeeze around my digits. Rubbing that spot until she’s trembling, I pull back and revel in the sound of protest that drops from her mouth.
I drop kisses along her pelvic bone, up her soft stomach.
Wyatt slides his hand down her inner thigh, and I know it’s his turn, but there’s still so much I want to do to her.
Slowly, I retreat, taking over her other knee as Wyatt’s touch finds her core and he sinks his fingers into her. He just holds them there as she writhes, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say he was praying.
Tearing my gaze from the sight—she’s just so pretty and pink and glistening from her own pleasure and the wetness of our mouths—I grab the notebook.
Wyatt slides down to take my place, and his movements are so slow and controlled that she’s dropped back against the conference table in frustration. Ryder is laving at her tits, her nipples swollen and puffy from so much attention.
And when they’ve all tasted me, they take turns sliding their cocks into me, completely destroying my core before moving on to my other holes and their own pleasure.
I whisper her own words against her ear and grin as she shudders. “You’re evil.”
Laughing, I plant a teasing kiss on her. “Not my diary entry…”
