Page 99 of Tempt Her

“Fuck,” I huff over their fat, sopping crowns. Gazing up at them, ribbons of my spit connect all four of us. “Fuck, I want your cum. I wanna taste it.”

“You first,” Ford orders. “Our whore comes first.”

But, no, Luke does. Spurting over my lips, “Shit,” Luke grunts as he comes over my tongue. Then I start licking the cum he shoots over Ford and Mateo’s cocks, too. It’s so goddamn forbidden and dirty; I come at the taste of Luke’s salt in my mouth, Mateo’s creamy tip mated against Ford’s while they can barely share my stretched, glazed lips. And the look in their admiring eyes watching it all?

There are no words. No breath. I just shake with my fingers in my throbbing pussy, looking up at them with cum dripping off my lips as I lose the strength in my legs.

“Now,” Ford groans at my impending collapse.

Mateo reaches, scooping me up while Luke steps back, catching his breath. In Mateo’s arms, wrapping mine around his neck, the safety renews me. It’s a feeling I’ll never take for granted. To trust a man never to hurt me. None of them ever will.

Ford moves, dropping his pants to the floor; he leaves them around his ankles, his silk socks and shiny dress shoes still on as he sits on the sofa.

“Give her to me,” he orders Mateo, who sets me down in Ford’s lap, with my back to his chest.

Easing my head to rest on his shoulder, Ford soothes over the shell of my ear, “Catch your breath, baby, and relax. Enjoy this. We’ll take care of you from here.”

Luke moves to sit across from us, the phone on the tripod recording the same perspective he has of me with my legs draped over Ford’s, my pussy hovering over Ford’s hard cock.

We all decided on no condoms. I’m protected and clear. They are too. Of course, Ford insisted we get tested again, just in case. The reason why they want no condoms tonight thrills me, filling me with another wave of desire and forging my muscles for another round.

Ford reaches, gently pulling my lips to his in the longest kiss, his tongue not dominating this time; he’s relishing Luke’s cum in my mouth as his other hand reaches between my thighs.

Rimming my pussy with his fingertips, his kiss finds my collar next. “Are you ready to be my beautiful whore, Stacey?”

“Yes, sir,” I huff, turning my chin to see Mateo, whose eyes are riveted, not jealous. He’s sitting on the ottoman, unzipping his pants and pushing them to his ankles.

Ford’s beard tickles my ear as he tempts, “Are you going to let my men watch Daddy fuck you and fill you with my cum?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s my girl.” His kiss on my cheek is gentle. His order is deliciously hard. “Now be my beautiful whore and look into the camera while you put my big cock inside your wet, little pussy.”

Logic, time, and reason leave. I only want this: I grab Ford’s rigid shaft between my thighs and wedge his tip into my aching entrance.

“Oh, god,” I groan, finally feeling Ford inside me, stretching and pushing in with his thrust. I want him everywhere.

Ford grabs the straps around my waist. “Now, look at the camera and tellhimhow good my cock feels fucking your sweet pussy. And don’t stop until I tell you.”

Tensing my thighs, his force helps me to rise before yanking me back down to his base so hard that I cry out, fighting to keep my stare on the small phone while colossal pleasure pounds into me. “Yes!” I scream. “Yes! Fuck me!” I won’t stop screaming. “Yes, your cock feels so good.”

How long Ford fucks me, grabbing at different straps binding my body, bouncing me on his cock like a lewd carnival ride; I don’t know, anddon’t stop.

“My beautiful whore has the tightest, wettest pussy,” he growls. “She loves getting fucked by a real man.”

He’s like an animal at first and for so long. His lust unleashed is obvious, and it’s all for me. Ford’s brutally fucking me for Gentry to have to watch one day.

And it’s pure pleasure and revenge.

But then… it’s more than that.

Our passion is stronger. It’s growing and glistening sweat across our bodies, and I don’t give a damn about any man but these three.

How Luke’s dropped his pants to his ankles too. His cock has sprung back to life while Mateo still surges hard before me.

The two men I’ve fallen for; yes, I love them. Letting them watch me get fucked by their alpha; yes, I crave his power too.

“Fuck, Stacey,” but Ford starts to lose it. Like he always does, he’s wanted me too much. And I ache for him, too, as he pulls me back, resting my head on his shoulder. He gazes into my eyes. Our game stops as our hearts take over. “Fuck, baby, it feels so good inside you.” His hard thrusts change to long and fluid, perfect and practiced. “Fuck, I don’t wanna stop. You’re so damn wet and tight for me.” He knows how to work his cock, and my clit is a fuse, a firecracker about to explode.

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