Page 125 of Finding Their Place

He sucked.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered, her breath hot on my pec where her face rested.

Garrett popped off me in a mess of saliva dripping over my balls and grinned. “If that’s what you want…” He straddled me, grabbed my hardened dick—and sank over my stiff cock with one downward thrust.

“Holy shit!” I bowed upward at the sudden slick heat clamping around me, jostling Haley off me. “Oh my god…fucking hell, Garrett.” I choked on a breath and laid back again, my hands finding his thighs.

He’d lubed up his ass for me…

“Dickmonger,” Haley said with a chuckle and settled back against me, her fingers finding my nipples to tweak at the suddenly stiffened peaks. Zings of lust shot straight to my groin.

Garrett gyrated his hips, his hot ass clamped around my throbbing length, and I bit my lip to keep from begging him to fuck himself harder. Faster.

“How long were you laying here fingering yourself open for him, hmm?” Haley asked, her other hand wrapping around Garrett’s leaking dick.

“Ten minutes.” Garrett swiveled his hips and rose up, only to sink back down again, his abdominal muscles rippling, that goddamn V beneath my thumbs flexing.

My eyes rolled back into my head, and I dug my fingers into his skin, trying to stay still and let him have what he wanted.

“I’ve been dreaming about this moment,” Haley murmured, jerking him and pinching me. “Show me how well you take dick, Garrett.”

Fuck, I loved how she bossed him around. Even more, I loved how Garrett attempted to give her everything she asked for, riding me hard, moving his body and angling to rub my dick over his prostate.

“Oh yeah.” He bit his lip and sank down onto me again. “Right there.”

“Fuck, I wish I had a dick,” Haley murmured, her gaze plastered to where I filled Garrett. “I would love to own that piece of you.”

“The strap-on offer still stands,” Garrett gasped out, and I clenched my jaw to keep from filling his ass prematurely.

My hips moved on their own, thrusting up into Garrett’s hot ass, and he let out a low, guttural moan.

“Just like that,” he said, arching his back. “Fuck, Hal…your hand feels so fucking good wrapped around me.

“Suck him, Haley,” I told her, knowing her lips and tongue would be ten times better.

“Want my mouth?” she whispered at Garrett.

“Yes.” he gasped as I thrust upward, buried to the hilt. “Fuck yes.”

She scooted, and I released one of Garrett’s hips to make room for her, my entire body tight and ready to explode.

My fingers dug into Garrett’s thigh, my other hand grabbing Haley’s pert ass cheek.

“Ah, fuck.” I gritted my teeth and tried to hold still and not blow early while Garrett rode me and our sweet Haley sucked him down. The wet sounds, their moans and groans…fuck, I wasn’t going to last much longer. “Goddamn.”

Haley stilled, allowing Garrett to find his own rhythm, fucking onto me, then lifting into her mouth.

I wished for a closeup video of what went down atop my groin and told myself someday…

“Hal.” Garrett croaked out her name, grabbing hold of her hair. “Gonna come.”

“Yes—fuck yes,” I moaned.

Haley hummed her agreement.

“Fuck.” Garrett’s throat went corded—and his ass clamped down on my cockhead.

“Christ!” I thrust up, burying myself in his heat. Cum shot up through my dick, filling his ass as he flooded Haley’s mouth, gagging her. My fingertips bruised against their skin, but I held on for dear fucking life while emptying my spunk. Marking my territory like a damn dog who panted for breath.

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