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This twister mat is going to need some sanitation later, that’s for sure.
I stare down at my dick that’s all angry and red, trying to figure out where I should wedge myself in. Her most fun areas are already occupied, so I give myself an experimental tug, wondering if I can objectively find this scene hot.
If I focus on Morgan and the way she’s squirming and choking, then the answer is yes.
In fact, it feels pretty fucking good.
I must make too much noise, because soon Morgan is whipping her head away from Jake to stare at me, then she’s scrambling to pull me into her mouth, slightly pissing off my brother who’s now forced to make himself feel good.
Morgan wiggles her hips, and I watch to see what Wiley does.
He’s in primo position, staring at the heat between her legs like it’s the promised land.
Very slowly and methodically, he unzips himself, pointedly not looking at me or Jake. Then he scrunches his eyes shut as he guides himself inside of her, hips stuttering while he does.
I’m the only one so far to get their cherry popped properly, so I sympathize with him. There’s just nothing like sliding intoMorgan’s body, feeling all the ridges and the squeezy moves she does when she feels good.
“Team. Building. Exercise,” she calls, encouraging Wiley to open his eyes.
He meets her eyes first, then slowly, his eyes meet mine as we spit roast our mate.
I’m trying so hard to last longer this time, but it’s so damn hard. Pun intended.
“Hurry the fuck up, dude. I’m cold!”
I glare at Jake as I gently thrust into Morgan’s mouth. She takes it beautifully, and I thread my fingers through her hair to test out boundaries. When she starts making even hotter noises, I grip a touch harder and thrust a bit more, following her cues until I’m full-on fucking her mouth, spilling down her throat.
Jake shoves me out of the way as soon as I’m done, which, rude, taking my place and cussing to high heaven while simultaneously praising her for taking him so well.
I’m a twitchy mess, running a hand up and down Morgan’s calf as Wiley pops his knot inside her, making her start to scream while bucking around them both, and I’m thinking there’s never been a better time to live in the middle of nowhere. No fucking neighbors, and we can just make Morgan scream as much as we want.
Pretty soon after Wiley and Jake both finish, there’s a knock at the door, startling all of us. I mean, polite of them to let us all finish first, but…who the hell is here?
I scramble for the shorts I was wearing, take a few deep breaths, and comb my hair a little before I bother answering.
It smells like sex in here, and I really hope it offends whoever’s stopping by unannounced.
“Uhh…can I help you?”
Alex stands there, hair fucked up and deep circles under his eyes. He immediately clocks the smell of an aroused Morgan, a growl tumbling out of his chest. “Let me see her.”
“Um, yeah, hard pass. Thanks for stopping by though.”
I try to shut the door on him, but the bastard wedges his foot in the jamb. “Please.”
I sigh heavily, hold up a finger asking him to wait a second, then cross back to the living room. There are no more hard dicks present, so I suppose that’s good enough for company. Oops, need to cover up the muff, too.
Morgan blinks up at me as I tend to her. “Who’s here?”
I linger on her hips as I pull her shorts back up, pressing a kiss to her abdomen. “Alex. He’s asking to see you.”
“Gross. Did you try telling him to fuck off?”
I open my mouth to respond, then realize I didn’t try that exactly. So, I call out loud enough for him to hear, but all it does is make him enter our home that he essentially locked us in, eyes taking in as many details about the room as he can before finding Morgan.
He falls to his knees and starts crawling, and for a moment I’m worried Morgan will decide he’s a better mate for her, that he can provide better, but then I come to my senses and witness with joy Morgan scurrying away from him, standing to cross her arms over her chest. I get immense joy when Alex’s pants drag through a puddle of our cum.
“I don’t think we invited you over. In fact, I decidedly remember asking younotto come.”
