Page 79 of My Three Hometown Hard Hats
Conrad smirks at me as he silently keeps building me higher and higher. He crooks his fingers inside of me, his thumb pressing down harder on my clit.
The orgasm that had been slowly building is suddenly right there, and I’m tumbling over the edge.
I groan, the sound echoing in the small space. My back arches as I grind my hips against Conrad’s hand.
The vehicle is silent aside from my ragged breathing as I spiral down from the high.
Austin tears up the driveway, a cloud of dust billowing behind the once clean truck they detailed for tonight. He screeches to a stop in front of the house, not even waiting for the garage door to open.
In the blink of an eye, the door is flung open, and I’m swept into Conrad’s arms. Nervous energy courses through me as he carries me into the house.
I’m just waiting for what’s to come.
He sets me down on the floor in the entryway. All three of them are staring at me with varying degrees of lust, frustration, and eagerness.
Me. I’m what’s about to come… Again.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Brooks
Con takes a step toward Hadley.“I told you I was going to fuck you against a wall in that dress,” he tells her.
She bites her lip and nods. He shrugs off his suit coat, tossing it on the entryway table.
“I know you’re already wet for me,” he says, his finger ghosting down her arm.
A visible shiver runs through her. She might have come in the car just a few minutes ago, but she’s already ready for more.
Nova peeks her head over the railing. Deciding we aren’t interesting enough to warrant the walk down the stairs, she moves back into my bedroom.
“And you’re not even wearing any panties,” Con says as he starts pulling the fabric of her dress up over her legs. “You wanted us to use your pretty little pussy, didn’t you?”
What the fuck? Con’s never talked like this when we’ve been with other women before. I guess Hadley brings out the caveman in all of us.
“Ye-yes…” she mumbles.
“Heels on or off, sweetheart?” he asks her.
“On,” Austin growls from my side.See? Caveman.
Her wide eyes dart to him.
“Okay, on it is,” Con says, keeping one hand on her skirt he has bunched around her waist, while the other frees his cock from his pants.
She lets out a breathy yelp when he grips the back of her thighs, picking her up into his arms. Her legs wrap around his waist, the heels digging into his lower back.
Good call, Austin.
The way Hadley’s eyes close and ecstasy dances across her features, I know the moment he slides inside of her.
I don’t need to see what he’s doing to her to know exactly what she’s feeling. Every emotion and sensation coursing through her is clear as day on her face.
When she moans, “I’m going to come,” I already know she is right on the edge of the cliff.
“Now,” Con growls, slamming into her one last time. One of his hands presses into the door next to her head as he groans into her neck.
She doesn’t even flinch as she clings to him, her body still trembling.
