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My cock wept, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I thrust into Natalie’s pussy hard, and in one long stroke.
Natalie’s cries were muffled by Brooke’s pussy, but Brooke’s were sultry and full of need. Nat began to explore her core with more vigor. Brooke squirmed on the bed as she tweaked her dusty pink nipples.
My hips moved fast, pumping in and out of Nat’s warm pussy.
“Right there,” Brooke directed as she twined her fingers into Natalie’s hair and held her in place against her core.
The walls of Natalie’s pussy clenched my cock as she licked Brooke higher and higher. It looked like Brooke was about to come as Natalie pulled her mouth away and screamed as she came, falling apart around me.
“Matteo,” she shrieked as her legs wobbled, struggling to stay up as I thrust a few more times.
“It’s too much,” she protested as she sank to the floor in a heap of sweat and other bodily fluids. Brooke and her orgasm forgotten.
I scooped my wife into my arms and deposited her on the bed. Brooke turned her head to Nat, her skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Her breathing was heavy, and her cheeks flush. She reached down, finding her clit as she waited for the next move. “Did that feel as good as it looked?”
Natalie rolled onto her side and nodded. “It was incredible.” Her voice was dreamy and far off, but she somehow found the energy to play with one of Brooke’s nipples. “I can’t feel the lower half of my body.”
I stroked my cock, keeping my orgasm on the horizon. Brooke’s eye zeroed in on my hardness. She watched my hand work up and down as she swirled her fingers around her clit. “Looks like we could both use a bit of help, huh?”
There was no objection from Natalie as I stepped between Brooke’s legs. Brooke continued strumming herself as I slid inside her.
Natalie leaned in drawing one of Brooke’s nipples into her mouth. She licked a circle and then scraped her teeth up it. The urge to come drove me, and I fucked the woman writhing under me like a mad man. My balls tingled as Brooke mewled, her body beginning to spasm.
A roar ripped from deep in my gut as I tossed my head back and came. The blood whooshing through my ears drowned out Brooke’s moans.
As I stepped back, my body felt wired from all the adrenaline and alcohol mixed together, and I made my way to the bathroom to clean up. When I returned to the bedroom, Natalie was out and Brooke was cuddled next her, a few blinks from sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Natalie
My head pounded, and thescent of the bacon, which would normally smell good, made my stomach toss. Ugh, god I felt like I’d been hit by a truck and then it reversed over me again just for fun.
My arm might as well have been lead as I tried to roll over. Matteo snored softly next me, and he grunted when my arm landed on him.
If Matteo was in here with me, then who the hell was making bacon?
My brain was sluggish as I tried to recall last night.
I remembered District 12.
The concert.
The dancing.
The singing.
The drinking.
The other woman.
I sucked in a quick breath and then was out of bed too quick for someone who was hung over and felt like death.
“What’s the matter?” Matteo asked, sitting up. His voice was garbled, and his speech was slow, as if his tongue was stuck to his mouth.
I yanked my robe on and cinched the sash tight around my waist. “She’s in the kitchen. Making bacon.”
“Who?” He rubbed sleep from his eyes, letting the blankets pool around his hips.
