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Gabe doesn’t respond, but I know he likes this, even though he denies it.
I find Lori’s nipple over his shirt and slightly pull, making him arch his body toward me and let out a slutty noise I want to hear again with my cock stuffing his mouth.
I thrust my dick up, rubbing it against his still hard one, and he practically yells, “I want your cock! All of it. Give it to me! Please!”
“You beg so pretty,” I growl as I press three fingers inside his slick hole, past the first bit of resistance.
Lori moans loudly, “Ahh! Oh! Oh fuck! Fuuu-f-f-fuuuck m-me! Gabe! Gabeee?—”
I know you like him calling your name, Gabe. I’ll let it go this time. Enjoy it, you fucker!I tell him, and he still refuses to talk. It doesn’t matter. Because Little Wasp’s walls are snug as hell around my fingers, I give them a hard thrust, and I’m all in.
Emboldened by his muffled whimpers, I add a fourth. That earns me another bite on my neck and a frantic motion of his hips, bouncing his plush ass so prettily and obscenely, fucking himself down onto my hand. With four fingers in, he’s tight as a vise, but with no resistance at all. This is what I’m talking about.
I up the tempo of my hand around our cocks as I hear the slap, slap, slap sound of my palm hitting his slick ass every time I pump my fingers inside him.
“Squeeze that wet hole around my fingers, just like that. Fuck them harder. Take them all in.” He’s good at following my orders and has a dirty mouth, too. I knew he’d be a fantastic fuck.
“So full. Give it to me rough. Ahhh, I want you deeper.”
I don’t like those fuckers behind the mirror beating one off, hearing his moans; they’re for me only. Mine. I grab a handfulof his curls and push his head firmly against my shoulder. He responds straight away, biting me like a little vampire.
“You’re stroking that pretty cock against mine so good. That’s it. So fucking good,” I growl low as his fuckable lips latch onto my skin. His restless tongue is tasting me like I’m his favorite meal. Just imagining it relentless, wet, and hot on my dick makes my balls draw up.
“Come for me.” An order, not a request. One he’s helpless to obey. He fucks himself back and forth two more times, and then falls apart so beautifully uninhibited in my arms. His scream of pleasure and pain is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. More tears fall down his face, and I lick some of them away, enjoying the salty taste mixed with lilies.
His little nails suddenly dig into my back under my shirt, and I can’t hold back anymore. The orgasm rips through me, and I spill hot cum all over our cocks. I continue pumping until the last drop shoots out.
Still nothing to say, Gabe? I didn’t fuck him.
Stubborn dick. Like I cannot hear his thoughts.
My Little Wasp is still trembling when I’m done. But judging by the small smile on his lips, the pain has subsided again. His dick is still hard, and as I pull my fingers out of him, he whimpers and opens his eyes. They’re hazy, but I don’t see any trace of lust, only deep, post-orgasmic satisfaction.
He sighs, and then whispers a small, “Thank you,” before lowering his eyelids and falling asleep. He must be exhausted after all the orgasms he’s had.
My job here is done, but if Bailey comes near us again, I’ll pound his face,I tell Gabe as I push back to let the silent dick come back out.
We need to get out of here,I tell Bez.
I quickly slide my cock back into my boxer briefs, and I’m wiping my hands on the silk sheet when my eyes fall on Lori.
He looks peaceful with his hand tucked under his cheek—and totally debauched. The sheet is covering him partially, but I can see his skirt bunched around his waist, revealing the enticing curve of his round backside and his pink, still clearly hard dick lying on the bed in a pool of our combined cum. The skin between his thighs is shiny with jizz. Bez’s jizz.
When Bez has his sexual encounters, I do like to watch, but I’ve never felt like I wanted to be part of them. Like I wanted to share the experience with him.
A beeping sound suddenly pierces the air. The fire alarm.
I grab my jacket from the foot of the bed and place it over Lori’s body after sliding my combat knife out of the hidden back pocket. I hear some commotion coming from outside the room, and then a heavy thump as the door bangs open. I instinctively move in front of Lori, blade ready in my hand. But Rague’s huge bulk appears, followed by Ollie and Uri.
“Lori!” Ollie’s scream rises over the loud beeping, and in the next second he’s moving to get to him.
“He’s asleep,” I explain. Ollie looks frantic as he drops his own knife on the bed and lifts my jacket to discover Lori’s level of undress.
“What the fuck happened to him?” he hisses, covering his friend once again.
“He was dosed. I took care of him,” I simply state. Uri sends me an intense stare, while Ollie looks shocked by my words.
“He’s breathing, Kitty,” Rague tries to reassure his husband, placing a hand on his shoulder while sheathing the axe in the other on his side.
