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“Now isalwaysthe right time,” I argue, licking up her throat and biting her ear. She whimpers as I cup her breast and lightly pinch her nipple. “You need this. I want it. Doesn’t Henry look eager?”

I know she’s focusing on him as he drops the papers on a side table and walks forward. I thrust against her ass. “Doesn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t you want to please us both?” I rasp, getting harder by the second.

“Carter, please,” she moans, shifting against my fingers as I press them to her panties.

“Is that what you want, angel? You want to take us both right here and now? To have our hands all over you, to enjoy our mouths and cocks?” Henry asks.

“You deserve to feel so good,” I continue in her ear. “You’ve been working so hard. You deserve a break.”

Katie whines and squirms between us as I lift her dress over her head and Henry claims her mouth. She moans and rocks her hips forward and back, trying to give us both the attention we crave. I hook my fingers in her panties when Henry’s hand works to get her bra off.

Her clothes drop to the ground and any chance of focusing on anyone or anything else is gone. Henry kisses across her breasts, then cups them, sucking and teasing her nipples. I massage her clit, swirling my fingers, as I whisper against her ear. “Take off my pants.”

She doesn’t hesitate or question it. She sinks between Henry and me, stripping us from the waist down while we take care of our shirts. Dad takes longer, but I ignore him as my girlfriend’s breath teases my cock. I groan as she licks over the tip, then takes me as deep as she can, her saliva coating me.

“Fuck,” I groan.

Her soft eyes peek up at me as she strokes my cock, then she turns to Henry and takes him down her throat. She doesn’t neglect either of us, switching back and forth to keep us lubed and pleased. My thighs tighten when she chokes on me and I pull her up, carrying her to the living room and putting her on the coffee table.

“I want her pussy,” I growl.

“To start,” Henry hisses as we stare at her, lying on her back on the table. He guides her further towards him until her head hangs off the table. “Do you want us both, angel? Filling you up?”

“Yes,” she moans.

I spread her legs and fill her wet cunt in one strong thrust. Her moan, deep and loud, is cut off and muffled when Henry fills her throat. I glance up and see him cupping the back of her head. I pound into her harder and faster. Henry palms one of her breasts hungrily, pinching her nipple and groaning.

“So fucking pretty. So good with your mouth. You’re meant to be right here, little slut. Right with us,” he groans.

I lightly swat her pussy, making her arch as I spread her thighs and put her feet on the table so I can watch myself fill her again and again. I’m finishing inside her. There’s no question about that. Henry can come in her after me, but I know how much she likes to be filled and I fucking love filling her.

Henry trembles. “Fuck, if you keep that up…”

“Fill her throat. I’ll fill her pussy. Then we can switch,” I command and Henry grumbles.

That’s all it takes. We bounce her between us until we fall in sync. When I fill her pussy, Henry fills her throat, over and over until she gushes over my cock and her legs move, locking around my waist and forcing me deeper. Henry groans and gives in to her tongue and frantic sucking. Her choked moans echo until he comes.

I’m next, her pussy squeezing and milking my cock until she gets what she wants. I shudder and bury myself deeply inside her, spreading her legs again as I empty my dick. I ease out of her slowly, watching her pussy as my cum and her wetness leak out of her, glazing her.

“Two minutes,” Henry pants.

I help Katie flip over and swat her ass. “You’re such a dirty doll… get Daddy hard again so he gets to fuck your cunt.”

She moans and obeys, no questions, just the distraction she needs, the distraction I’m happy to keep giving her.

Chapter seventeen

Katie

I’m pleasantly exhausted by our midday romp, but I can’t forget the papers waiting for me. I grab them from the table while Henry and Carter talk in the kitchen. Carter’s cooking for me—he’s determined to keep me eating. Both of them have been trying to keep me steady even though I wait to hear from Brad every day.

“It’s not happening again,” Carter hisses. “She’s obviously worried about him. He’s in jail and she’s blaming herself.”

I pause, my brow furrowing. I move closer as I listen in. My eyes flick to the paper. There’s a list of other witnesses being called and someone has been listed as a “maybe.” A girl namedBrandy.

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