Page 20 of Room Eighteen: My Pain, Their Pleasure

Jessa freezes for one second, her eyes closed tightly in something that almost looks like agony. Her pussy clamps down so hard against my length as one of her hands comes down on my chest and her nails dig in deep. Whatever sound she would make if her throat wasn’t filled by cock is lost, but I don’t need it, I can feel her come.

Aiden shoves his hips forward as deep as he can go and Cam’s cock twitches. My vision goes completely black for a second as the first jet of cum shoots out of me powerfully. Her name surrounds us in a symphony of sounds, accusatory and feral.

I watch as Jessa’s throat works to swallow Aiden’s seed, but it’s hard to focus as I fill her pussy with my own.

Cameron slumps his head down on her shoulder and Aiden pulls out of her mouth slowly. When Aiden scoots back, he moves her head so it gently rests against my chest. Her breath is so fucking even that I’m almost concerned.

It takes me a moment to realize what has happened. When I do, I bark out a laugh, jostling her on my chest, but she doesn’t even flinch.

“Did she pass out?” Aiden’s tone holds a hint of the goofball he is during the day, a giddiness which has me smiling.

I swear the man has a pressure valve. He becomes a different person when it becomes too much. He found other outlets in the last year, but now, with Jessa, I know what he’ll be reaching for first.

Her. It’ll always be her.

Cam pulls out slowly and hops off the bed to get himself cleaned up and bring back washcloths so we can do the same before we focus on our woman. Our hands are soothing on her body as we wait. When she’s back with us, we’ll pamper her and thank her.

We won’t squander the gift she’s given us; it’s a promise I plan to keep for the rest of my life.

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