Page 80 of My Three Hometown Hard Hats
When their breathing evens out, he sets her down. He keeps his grip on her dress around her waist.
“Hands up, sweetheart. I don’t want to ruin your dress with the mess I just made of your pussy.”
If it’s even possible, her cheeks redden even more than they already were after her orgasm. She lifts her hands above her head.
Con gently removes her dress and sets it on his coat. When he steps to the side, Austin and I are graced with the view of her in her delicate black heels with hair that looks like she was just fucked long and hard.
Better buckle up, baby, because we aren’t done yet.
Con unbuttons his white shirt and crouches before her. “Step your legs apart a bit.”
She looks down, seeing him holding his shirt up to her dripping pussy. “You’re going to ruin your shirt.”
“I don’t give a fuck. Let me clean you up, love.”
She stutters in a breath, but steps apart like he says. He uses the shirt to gently wipe her clean. He presses one kiss to her stomach before standing.
I hold out my hand for her. She slides her hand in mine, and I guide her into the living room.
Easing her down onto the couch, I quickly shrug out of my clothes except for my boxers. Beside me, I can see Austin doing the same.
Sitting in the corner of the sectional, I pull Hadley with me until she’s sitting between my legs with her back to my chest. Gently, I start to pull the bobby pins from her hair.
Austin kneels in front of us. He kisses her ankle before unbuckling her shoe. He does the same to her other foot as I free her last section of hair.
She groans as I run my fingers through her soft strands. I know how good this feels after just having your hair up all day. My fingers gently massage over her scalp and comb through her hair.
“Can we both have you at the same time, baby girl?” I ask, kissing her neck.
“Mmhmm,” she moans, completely relaxed as she leans back into me.
“Can I have your pussy while Austin takes your ass?”
She hesitates for a second, then nods. Austin grabs her hand from his same spot on the floor.
“We don’t have to do that if you aren’t comfortable,” he says gently.
“You won’t hurt me,” she says quietly. It isn’t a question. She knows it’s true.
“Never,” Austin and I say in unison.
“Remember how good it felt when Con fucked your ass last time,” I tell her.
Her eyes dart up, connecting with Con, who’s sitting on the far side of the sectional. She nods.
“It will be like that, just more intense. But if you want to stop, just tell us and we will immediately.”
“I know. I trust all of you.”
I don’t expect her words to hit me like they do, but they smack into my chest like a rogue fastball from a professional MLB pitcher. Austin pulls her up to stand and starts kissing her.
I start to scooch down the couch but remember what happened the last time Con pounded her ass. Sneaking down the hallway, I grab a couple of towels.
I kick off my boxers and lay the towels down on the couch before sitting on them.
“Come here, Trouble,” I tell her.
Austin gives her one last kiss before releasing her. She walks over, straddling my lap. I don’t waste a second before guiding her down onto my aching cock.
