Page 121 of Finding Their Place

“Shh.” Wyatt finally tore his focus off my face and leaned down to brush his lips over her mouth. “Need me to stop?”

“Fuck no,” she shot out, grabbing hold of his head. “Kiss me.”

He sank his tongue between her parted lips, pushing into her pussy with his thick dick at the same time.

Their groans mingled, and I tugged down on my balls to keep from erupting.

So. Fucking. Tight.

I fought like hell to keep still until he buried deep with me. My entire groin throbbed, muscles tensing with the instinctive need to thrust.

Haley finally went lax between us, her shuddered breaths swallowed by Wyatt’s hungry mouth.

Fuck, were they beautiful together. So goddamn hot.

I didn’t realize I began moving my hips until they both cursed.

But there was no stopping what I’d started.

As I shoved in, Wyatt backed out, and Haley’s groaned curses didn’t contain a hint of discomfort. She began rocking along with us, fucking herself on whichever dick thrust into her.

She scratched down Wyatt’s chest.

Pulled my hair.

Clenched her perfect hold around my length.

“Fucking hell, Hal. Your ass is divine. Want to fuck you until you come all over Wyatt’s cock. Soak him like you did me, baby.”

“Shit.” Wyatt clenched his jaw, once more catching my focus. He grabbed my other shoulder. “Roll.”

As though of the same mind, we moved as a whole unit, Wyatt flat on his back, Haley settling atop him, straddling his waist.

Somehow, we stayed connected, my dick on the brink of popping out of Haley’s ass.

I slid my knees firmly beneath me, grasped her narrow hips, and sank fully into her silken heat that rivaled Wyatt’s for perfection.

Her hair spread out in a wave of maroon, over Wyatt’s chest and the white sheet beneath his body. Cheek resting on his pec, she panted, clinging to his torso as though drowning in a sea of emotion.

The feelings inside my chest echoed what I saw through her actions, and the second my eyes latched onto Wyatt’s, I fucking fell, my heart bottoming out beneath me. He owned my heart in equal measure as Haley—completely, without question.

“Come here.” He grasped the side of my neck, and I went willingly, giving him my mouth. My goddamn soul.

His tongue tasted as sweet as cherries with a hint of Haley on his exhale.

We stroked in and out of her in opposing movements, our tongues fucking each other’s mouths.

Overstimulated by the feel of him dragging through Haley’s pussy, I quickly lost myself to the instinct to move.

Faster. Harder.

Grunts pushed from Haley’s lungs accompanied by moans for more. “Please,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

I tore my mouth from Wyatt’s and rocked back onto my heels, spreading her cheeks.

Wyatt thrust into her pussy, backing out to make way for me up her ass, and I groaned as her pink hole clutched at my girth.

The scent of sex and sweat mingled in the air with the sounds of wet fucking, lewd schlicking noises of lube, pre-cum, and the cream of her arousal.

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