Page 147 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
Finley leans over and kisses Evan, then stretches up to press her lips to mine, then she settles back on Tucker’s thighs. She cups his face, kisses him deeply, their tongues stroking, and his hands stroking up her back, down her sides, and up to her breasts, teasing her nipples.
She starts to shift on his lap restlessly, and she grips his cock, stroking up and down his length.
“Take me, Fin,” Tucker growls against her lips.
Evan is shifting against me, and I’m sure he can feel how my cock is hardening against his back.
Finley lifts herself up, positions his cock, then sinks down over him.
She moans and Tucker’s fingers dig into her hips as she adjusts to his girth in her already tender pussy.
I stroke my hands up and down Evan’s arms. His hands tighten on my thighs.
Finley starts to move, sliding up and down, taking Tucker deeper and deeper. His jaw is tight, and it’s clear he’s holding back from just taking over and fucking her.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I tell her. “Look at your perfect pussy taking Tucker. No matter how sore Evan and I made you.”
She gives a little moan. She loves when we talk to her.
“You’ll never get enough of these cocks will you, Fin?” I ask. “You’ll always be a greedy good girl in bed for us, won’t you? You’ll be a naughty, mouthy brat outside of the bedroom, but our cocks will make you sweet and submissive and needy.”
“Oh, god,” she whimpers. “Yes. God yes.”
Tucker lifts up, filling her completely and she moans.
“She’s all yours, Tucker,” Evan says. “She’s sweet and will let you do anything right now. You might as well enjoy the minutes when she’s agreeable.” He strokes a hand up and down her arm, smiling up at our sweet, bratty girl.
“When you’re filled up with my cock, you’ll do anything?” Tucker asks, thrusting up into her again.
She nods. “Yes. Oh, God.”
Evan reaches up and pinches a nipple. “What do you want, Tucker?”
“I want her to come on my cock and then suck me off until I come down her throat.”
“Oh, fuck Tucker!” she cries.
Damn. That was dirty and he had it right on the tip of his tongue.
“Will you suck on his cock, Fin?” I ask. “When it’s all coated with your sweet juices and all sticky from you?”
“Oh God!” And then she’s coming.
Our sweet, dirty girl is pushed over the edge with that request. I love it.
Tucker lifts her off his cock, rips off the condom, then grips her hair. “Suck on me,” he orders.
She kneels between his thighs and leans over, taking him deep.
I groan and press my erection against Evan’s back. He’s also hard and I reach around, gripping him.
Finley is lost to her lust, licking and sucking loudly and greedily. Tucker groans and grips her hair harder. She wraps her hand around the base of his cock, sliding up and down with her mouth.
I match the rhythm with my hand on Evan’s cock and he comes on my hand just before Tucker shouts, “Finley!” and comes in her mouth.
And our perfect girl swallows every bit.
She sits back, wiping her mouth, and breathing hard.
