“Yeah?” he chuckles and slaps my stinging breast.
I squirm, moaning. Tears soak my hair. If they keep this up, I’ll come with Ben’s cock down my sore throat.
“Let’s move her,” Dallas says, pinching my clit.
I feel like a ragdoll as they maneuver me on the bed until I’m lying close to the headboard.
Ben removes the rest of his clothing, then bites down on a condom wrapper that he plucked from the back pocket of his jeans. He tears it with his teeth, sheaths his impressive length, and strokes himself while watching me on the bed. “You want my cock?”
God, I do! I want it so badly that I’m not opposed to begging at this point.
Dallas laughs loudly. “Stop torturing her, Ben.” She climbs back on the bed, positions herself over my face, and grabs hold of the headboard. I pull her down by the hips and latch on to her throbbing clit, fucking eager to taste her.
She throws her head back on a moan. It only adds to the taboo of knowing Jack is watching.
Ben bands his arm around my waist and lifts my ass off the bed. He then reaches down between our bodies, grabs his thick shaft, and rubs his cock through my wet slit.
I’m squirming in his grip, desperate to feel him inside of me.
Dallas holds on to the headboard with one hand and fists a handful of my hair with the other. “Fuck, it feels so good!” she moans, chasing her release with every roll of her hips. I love the sounds she makes.
My name on her lips.
Ben sinks into me.
I break away from Dallas’ dripping pussy, crying out at the stretch.Fuck!I love that he doesn’t wait for me to adjust to his size. He doesn’t care if it hurts or not as he pulls back and slams back in. He’s wild, rough, and out of control. The sound of slapping skin fills the room, and the smell of sex permeates the air like a smoke cloud at a poker party.
“I’m close, Dell,” Ben warns, tweaking my sore nipples. “Fuck, fuck!”
Dallas comes with a drawn-out cry. She clamps her thighs around my head and holds on to the headboard for dear life. She rides my face until I fight for air beneath her dripping pussy.
“Oh god!” she whimpers, trembling on top of me as she finally comes back to earth. “Jack, get over here.” She climbs off and lies down beside me, toying with my too-sensitive clit, grinning like the devil. “Come on her!”
Jack climbs on the bed, and Ben pulls out of me and discards the condom on the floor.
Dallas leans in, whispering in my ear, “Watch.” She nudges her head to the boys kneeling on the bed, stroking themselves over me. “Do you like what you see?” She asks Jack.
His sweaty hair lies plastered to his forehead. Ben, who was jealous and possessive before, smirks at him.
I tweak my nipples and bounce my eyes between them, admiring the bunched muscles and masculine power on display.
“So fucking much!” Jack growls, stroking his cock faster. “I wish I could come in her mouth or inside that tight pussy of hers.”
“Never going to happen,” Ben breathes between strokes. “She’s ours, and you’re lucky we even let you look at her.”
Jack chuckles, then groans, his face scrunched up in pleasure. “Trust me, I get it.”
Dallas thrums my clit and leans down to lap at my nipple. My muscles tingle, and my insides warm as something fierce builds in my belly. It crashes over me like a powerful wave, and I come hard, throwing my head back on the pillow, moaning loudly.
“Shit,” Jack growls as I whimper and convulse. I feel his hot seed on my tits and look up in time to see Ben come too, shooting strings of cum on my pussy.
Dallas grins like the cat who got the cream. She runs her fingers through Jack’s cum on my nipples before pushing her fingers past my kiss-swollen lips. I suck them clean, moaning at the taste on my tongue. She does the same with Ben’s cum. She smears it through my folds, then leans in close to my ear, pushing her wet fingers past my lips. “That was fun, don’t you think, baby?”
It was everything I craved and so much more.
She kisses me deeply and hums when she tastes the guys on my tongue. “You never cease to surprise me.”
The same can be said about her.