Page 74 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
Evan leans back, resting on his heels on the sofa cushion, breathing hard.
“Fuck Finley, just give him what he wants. I want to see you taking his cock.”
She looks over her shoulder at him and takes a deep breath. Then she looks up at me. “Please make me come, Mr. Davis. I’m so sorry for all of the times I was a brat in the office.”
Holy shit. I didn’t expect that. Or how it would affect me. And something inside me snaps.
I reach down and pull her up onto my lap, straddling my thighs. “Ride me. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
She scrambles to free my cock and Evan hands her a condom. She quickly rolls it on, then lifts her sweet body and lowers herself, taking me deep.
And holy fuck, she feels like heaven. I’ve missed pussy.
It’s been a long time. I’ve been mostly with men for the past few years and actually no one since I met Evan.
Finley, it turns out, is the exception to many rules.
She lifts herself and lowers again, and I lean in to capture a nipple with my mouth. I pull on it hard, and she cries out my name.
Fuck, yes. That’s what I want.
“Oh my God, Mr. Davis. Yes.”
I grip her hips and help her with the pace, picking it up and fucking her fast and hard. I slam her down onto my lap on each downward stroke.
She’s been on edge long enough that I feel her pussy clenching around me within minutes, and I let her climb to that peak and shoot right over the edge.
“Oh yes,Christopher, yes!”
I don’t even correct her use of my first name instead of Mr. Davis. I wrap my arms around her and hammer up into her.
“Fuck, Finley!” Then I follow her over the peak, coming hard, the satisfaction rolling deep into my bones.
I hold her like that, tight against me, for several long minutes.
Eventually, Evan leans over, stroking her hair and kissing her temple. “Let me take her,” he says.
I release her, and he scoops her into his arms. “How about a shower, sweet thing?” he asks.
She snuggles against his chest and simply nods.
“Meet you in there?” he asks me.
I nod and watch as he carries her toward the bedroom and master bath.
I’m going to give them a couple of minutes.
He can help her clean up, and maybe by the time they’ve done that and gotten under the covers in bed I’ll have collected myself.
Because hell, that was perfect. I want more of that. A lot more of that. I want Evan. I want Finley. I want both of them for a hell of a lot longer than tonight.
I am a master negotiator. I just need a little time to get my arguments together.
CHAPTER 21
Finley
I wakeup with a heavy arm draped across my breasts and hot breath fanning my neck.
