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When I look up at Bear, he gives me a nod. Approval? It’s not like I’m going to ask him for clarification mid thrust, and he goes right back to focusing on Lennon. “That’s it, baby girl. Take Daddy’s cock to the back of your pretty throat.”
My eyes go wide. The way he growled that command was sexy as hell. Fuck, I think I like that part of their dynamic.
“Ready, D?” Mason’s grunted question snatches my attention back to him. His fingers now slide easily in and out of my ass. His breaths behind me are heavy. He wants this every bit as much as I do, I can tell.
I nod. “Fuck,yes.”He moves closer and removes his fingers, replacing them with the fat head of his cock. I grip Lennon’s hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I pause my movement while Mason pushes into me, inch by careful inch. “Oh god, oh fuck,” I heave out, my lips parting of their own volition at the sensation of fullness. “Hold still a sec,” I mumble, trying to get my bearings before I come way too fast. I let out one stuttering breath, then another.
Behind me, Mason lips are on my back, coasting over the skin, sometimes stopping to suck or lick. Every jump and twitch of his dick in my ass has me gasping for air. Lennon moves ever so slightly, and it sets off a chain reaction as my ass clamps down on Mason.
“Fuuuck,” he rasps, thrusting forward.
We each moan out our pleasure in turn.
At the other end, Bear’s jaw has gone rigid, and he looks up at the ceiling as he growls, “Do that a-fucking-gain.”
From behind me, Mason chuckles, pulls back to the point where I almost cry out at the loss before he plows into me again. Lennon makes a breathy noise of enjoyment as my dick ends up deep in her pussy, and her mouth subsequently is stuffed full of Bear’s dick.
“Fuck, yes,” I mutter.
And from there, we go, like a great rippling wave of madly undulating water, all groans and sighs and moans. Grunts and heavy breaths and raspy cries.
Honestly, it feels so fucking good, I think maybe I’ve died. All of us linked together like this, it seems impossible, a wholly unusual kind of relationship. But at this moment in time, I don’t fucking care. This is the most natural and authentic thing I’ve ever experienced, and I don’t want it to stop. And that’s only the emotional aspect of it.
Physically, sensitive nerve endings are being lit up that I wasn’t aware—or hadn’t wanted to remember—I possessed. I hadn’t known that engaging in sex with more than one person would feel like this. My dick is wet and my ass is full in the best way possible. Yep, I’m going to go off like a geyser any minute.
“Duke, goddamn.” Mason grasps my hip with one hand, letting the other roam, sliding over my sweaty skin, fingers alternately groping and clawing at me as he fucks me so good I can hardly stand it.
I heave out a breath and then another. Jesus, I’m fucking panting, overwhelmed and swamped by sensation after sensation. I’m definitely not lasting much longer. I reach around to tease Lennon’s clit, and she lets out a choked moan.
I look up when a hiss from Bear catches me off guard, and the ecstasy on his face tells me all I need to know.
“That’s it,” he rasps, “milk every last drop, sweetheart.”
A moment later he slips from her mouth, a dazed grin on his face and falls to the side. With nothing stopping her, Lennon moans long and low as my fingers continue to brush over her clit. “Oh god. I’m gonna—” She throws her head back, hips bucking against me as her pussy spasms. “I’m coming on your cock, Duke.”
And that’s all it takes for me, my dick throbs hard, then I’m painting my stepsister’s cunt with my cum, and something about that seems dirty as hell but oh so satisfying.
Mason groans, pumping slowly in and out of my body. He whispers raggedly, “Fucking fuck, baby.”
My heart thumps wildly, two quick, hard beats in response to the endearment that I don’t even know if he meant.
More words tear from his lips as he pushes himself fully inside me. “Your ass is pulsing around my—” He never finishes that thought, and I swear I can feel his hot cum spurting deep inside me.
Lennon cranes her neck around and meets my eyes, then Mason’s. “You guys are seriously so f-fucking hot. All of you.”
Jesus. Fuck. What a ride that was.
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Thoroughly sated,it’d been a while before we got moving again. Once we were able to untangle ourselves from each other, we’d taken turns in the bathroom cleaning up. Lennon is still in there, blow-drying her hair, while Mason and Bear have taken it upon themselves to put fresh sheets on the bed.
Trying to figure out if there’s something I could do that would be useful, I turn a full three-sixty, my eyes finally landing on something sitting to the side of Lennon’s dresser. I huff out a mildly disgruntled laugh under my breath. There sits the box of clothing that started World War Three. I purse my lips and walk over to stand in front of it. My stepsister is a stubborn woman. As I rub my hand over my stubbled jaw, my brows knit together. It’s slightly amusing she hasn’t figured out I’m just as stubborn, if not more so.
With a shake of my head, I kneel down in front of the box and open it, then proceed to pull out the zillion things I’d purchased for her that are still in their bags. She may have poked around in here, but she definitely didn’t remove anything. I wonder what the fuck was in her head when she opened it and realized I hadn’t given her sorority girl cast-offs. I give a slight shrug, stand up with a multitude of bags in hand, and begin the process of unpacking them on the bed now that it’s made.
Sensing eyes on me, I look up to find Bear’s thick brows hitched up on his forehead. Mason’s mouth has twisted into a smirk that I’d kinda like to kiss right off his face, but I don’t have time for that. “Help me, would you? Pull tags off and put stuff in drawers or if they need to be hung up, we can do that when she comes out.”
