Page 43 of One Bride for Three Single Dads

Iam drunk with power.

Not literally drunk. I’ve only had three sips of wine. But I have this crazy feeling inside me. You know how when you let a puppy loose, they run all over the house, just tearing the place up? I feel like that.

I am everywhere. Everything I get, I want more. I have to put this wine glass down, because every sip is so good I feel like I could drink the whole bottle.

Instead, I’m going to get a mouthful of Harrison.

He watches me carefully as I pull his pants down, letting his hard dick spring free. The slate tiles are cool and bumpy under my knees as I kneel in front of him, spreading his legs apart.

Behind me, I can hear Ambrose and Boone cracking open another beer as they get into position to watch.

Harrison’s dick is totally different, longer than Ambrose’s, and narrower at the tip. It is kind of like a statue I once saw of the Washington monument. I will have to tell him that sometime.

It slides right between my lips, and I am tickled to hear him gasp. That’s what I want. I want to control his smart mouth.

Always with the sarcastic comments. Not so much to say right now, buddy, huh?

No way.

At first, I just swirl my tongue over the head and let my cheeks and tongue do all the work. But soon I have my hands wrapped around his shaft, jerking him into rock hardness. The veins start to stand out and he grabs hold of the armrests.

“Fuck, Jolene! Fuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk slow down!”

No way. I am in control of this. I can play his cock like a musical instrument. He is totally at my will. He is—

Picking me up!

I’m totally dizzy and disoriented as suddenly I am floating through the air. Harrison has me under my arms and deposits me right on the edge of the table.

“Open your legs,” he grunts, his eyes fixed on mine. “Open them!”

His commands take my breath away, and I let my legs fall open for him.

Leaning over the edge of the table, he repositions my hips with one hand behind my ass and holds me still so that he can take me all at once, in one long serious plunge.

“Oooohhhhhhh!” I call out, thrilled to be filled up again.

Immediately I forget that I wanted to be in charge and let Harrison fuck me on the table. It is a totally different experience than Ambrose. The length of his shaft slides all the way in and out of me. I feel like I can count the ridges.

His lips are hot on the side of my neck as he rails me, and pretty quickly he is groaning and flexing, starting to come.

I wrap my ankles around the back of his hips and hold him inside me, luxuriating in this feeling as my core trembles around his hard shaft. I love it. The heat invigorates me.

Panting breathlessly, Harrison nuzzles the side of my neck and chuckles shyly.

“I told you to slow down,” he murmurs, embarrassed.

“I’ll slow down next time,” I assure him. “Or maybe I won’t. Maybe I don’t want you to be able to control yourself with me.”

He slowly slides out of me, his eyebrows raised in challenge, though I can see he is spent completely.

“I’m looking forward to the practice,” he smirks, as Harrison-like as ever.

Already, I’m feeling a little bit sore. I can tell these guys haven’t been fucked in a long time. But neither have I. I am out of practice too.

Always a gentleman, Boone rises from his chair and takes me by my elbow to help me off the table.

“Thank you, you’re so sweet,” I coo. “Can I just say that I love it that you guys have such wonderful manners?”

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