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“I’m so hard.” Simon moans, rubbing his hand over his straining cock in his shorts.

“Super Cherry to the rescue!” Rhys yells, fist-pumping the air.

It’s so good to see our girl feeling more like her playful self. She’s had so much darkness to carry. This, here, is exactly what she needs. She needs harmless fun. Time to forget her worries and just ride a high with people she feels safe with. I’m fucking stoked that she feels that way with us.

With mischief in her eyes, Rhys pushes aside the decorative bowl and candle thing that’s in the centre of the coffee table and proceeds to crawl over the top like the kitten she is, pokingher arse out, the dress slipping back to bunch in the centre of her back giving Marcus and Garrett a front row view to heaven.

Chapter Twenty

Garrett

Am I really ok with what I just witnessed? Hastings sucking Bossi off… my mates… together? I feel like I should be more repulsed than I am. Sure, it was weird to watch two guys go at it like that. I’ve never watched gay porn, but I’m pretty sure I should be freaking out more after witnessing my mates doing that.

My worries fly out of my head as I watch Rhys crawl over the coffee table, pointing those creamy globes at me, her glistening cunt playing peekaboo as she moves. I scrunch her wet panties up in my hand and bring them to my nose, inhaling deeply.

Fuck, I’m hot for this siren of mine. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her. I’m hard as all fuck, and all I want to do is stand up and grip her hips and sink my cock into her hot cunt, but she has her sights set on Hastings, and to be honest, I think he deserves her attention after what he just did for her. I don’t think I could do that, no matter how much she begs. Then again, it was fucking hot seeing how turned on it made her.

“Do you wanna fuck me, Sy?” Rhys asks in her fucking sexy husk.

“Fuck yes, Cherry. So bad.”

“Where do you want me? Here?” She pats the tabletop. “Or on the floor? Or the kitchen bench? We can get some food out.”

Simon’s eyes light up. “That sounds fucking hot, but maybe later. Right now, I just want to feel you wrapped around Conan.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Marcus grunts. “Conan?”

“What do you call your little peewee then, Grady?” Simon glares, standing from the floor where he knelt to suck Bossi off.

“I don’t call it anything.” Marcus snaps, and Bossi laughs.

“Of course, you have a name for your dick. Everyone does.”

“Can we forget about the dick names, please? I just want one to fill me, and I’m getting impatient.” Rhys whines, and I chuckle. I fucking love how honest she is.

“Simon says, lay back on the table.” Simon hisses, and Rhys moans, loving the domination. Simon is usually such a playful guy, but right now, he looks fierce. He means business.

Rhys does as he commands, changing position to point her glistening pussy towards Simon as she leans back on her hands, spreading her legs wide.

“I’m all slick for you, Sy. Come and punish Kitty nice and good.”

Fuuuuckkk. Her words make it almost impossible to restrain the beast inside me, the wordpunishcalling to me like a moth to a flame. The need to claim her has me squirming, so I grip the arm of the couch, trying to calm myself as Hastings kicks off his shorts and stalks towards our girl with his dick pointing at her.

Shaun kicks the cushion Simon had knelt on earlier to the edge of the coffee table, and Simon nods in thanks as he lowers himself again, this time between Rhys’ spread legs.

“You want me to eat you first, Cherry?” He asks, and Rhys shakes her head.

“No. Just fill me up. I’m aching to be filled.” She admits, and Simon’s eyes flare with excitement before he grasps each of her calves and tugs her forward to the edge of the table.

"Fuck, Cherry. I'm aching to be buried inside you." Simon moans.

He must be running his dick through her folds or something. I can’t see from this position, but when she jerks and they both gasp, I know he just sunk into heaven.

Simon starts fucking her, pumping into her hard, his face a mask of pleasured pain, and his eyes dart from her face to where they are joined.

“More.” Rhys gasps, throwing her head back, her dark hair flicking out, and Marcus leaps off the couch, kneeling on the table beside Rhys. He slides his hand between her and Simon, and she falls back on the table, her hair cascading over the edge as her head follows. With each thrust, her tits jolt, Simon fucking her hard, just how she likes, and now I can see Marcus working on her clit.

Her eyes fly open as she moans again. “More. I want more. Everything.” She cries, and my eyes meet Bossi’s as he shakes his head at me.

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