Page 36 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
My cock throbs, and as if reading that thought, Finley’s hands slip inside my boxers so she’s cupping my balls with one, the other wrapping around my shaft.
Her touch is torture and relief at the same time.
“Let me get a condom,” I tell her. She lets go, and I lunge for my bedside table. I pull out a condom and shove my boxers to the floor, kicking them to the side as I come back to stand between her knees. I roll the condom on, loving the way her eyes are glued to my cock and my hands. She shifts restlessly on the mattress.
“I need you,” she says.
“Good, because I need to be inside you. Now. Tell me you’re ready.”
“So ready,” she says with a nod. “I want to suck your cock later, and I hope we can do a whole bunch of other things. But right now, please just fuck me.”
Jesus. She’s fantastic. I want to tell Christopher all about her.
I take my cock in hand and again lean, bracing my arm so that I can watch her face.
“Tell me that I can tell Christopher every fucking dirty detail.”
Her eyes meet mine. “Yes.”
“I want to tell him how fucking gorgeous you are. The color of your nipples. How you taste. How fucking tight you grip my cock with this pussy. How you loved being bent over the end of my bed while I fucked you from behind. How well you took my cock down this pretty throat.”
Her eyes are wide. “Tell me you’re not going to make any of that up. That you’re actually going to know how all of that goes.”
I grin down at her. “I think you’re perfect.”
“Are you going to tell him all of that to rub it in and make him jealous?”
“Fuck yes, I hope he’s jealous. I also hope that he thinks about it constantly and jerks off, thinking about the two of us together. And I hope that after I make partner, you will come back here to visit or we will fly to wherever you are and the three of us will have at least one really fucking hot weekend where the two of us ravage this gorgeous fucking body and you get to experience what it’s like to have the two of us filling you up at the same time.”
“Jesus Christ,” she breathes out. “Yes.”
“But for now,” I tell her. “You’re gonna have to just take this.”
I line my cock up and push. I slide deep on that one single thrust, and we groan each other’s names.
“Oh my God, you feel so good,” she says, her voice sounding almost like she’s sobbing.
“Fuck Finley,” I grind out.
It has been too long since I had sex. This feels too fucking good. My hand will never be enough now. I need to fuck her as long as she’s in town. I will never get over this.
“More,” she begs. “More. Harder.”
I give the lady what she asks for. I pulled my hips back and thrust forward hard. Then again, and again. We hit a rhythm that is both perfect and not enough at the same time. Her fingernails digging into my back, she wraps her legs around my waist, and we both just pant out dirty words to one another until we’re both climbing toward the climax.
“Tell me you’re almost there, Fin,” I tell her.
“I’m almost–” She stops. Then, “Ohfuck, yes!”
Her pussy grips me, and I feel her orgasm tremble through her body, milking my cock.
I thrust hard and fast five more times, and then I empty myself into the condom, roaring her name.
It takes several moments for me to catch my breath and push myself up off of her.
She makes a sound of protest and tightens her legs around me.
I kiss her temple. “Be right back.”
