Page 12 of Finding Her Sweet Spots

I spread my fingers through her hair and admire her big brown eyes looking up at me. “You look so damn beautiful with my cock filling your mouth.” I try to keep my composure as I grit out the words. She bobs her head, fucking me with the back of her throat, and I close my fist around her hair in pleasure. I don’t blink because I don’t want to miss a damn second of this. Shegags herself with me, and somehow pushes me even deeper than I knew a woman could. But this is Emily Miller sucking my cock. She does everything with her full capacity, and it turns out this is no different.

I moan as I feel her throat constricting and releasing around the sensitive head of my dick.

“Fuck, Emily.” I groan. “I don’t want to come yet, but you’re bringing me goddamn close.”

She slides off me and takes a deep inhale, catching her breath.

She wraps her hand around me and then looks up at Graham. She takes a different approach with him, licking his shaft up and down, making it shine with her saliva before she puts him in her mouth and bobs and licks his tip while she fists his base. Fuck, she’s got multiple ways of sucking cock and she’s sampling each of us with them. I want to try the entire damn menu.

By the time she moves to Deacon, my brain is going into overdrive. It’s intimate seeing their moments together and how much they both love this just as much as I do. But then I look at Emily, enjoying it too. Seeing her so hungry for us is the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I’ve always known she likes us. You don’t spend as much time together with people you don’t like. But shewantsus. Just as badly as we’ve wanted her since the moment we first sat across from her.

“Come here,” I grab her shoulders after she takes a breath from having Deacon’s cock in her mouth. I lead her to the table. I want to throw everything off the table like a goddamn caveman, but Emily would kill me if I did that to her laptop and I can’t die before I bury myself inside her. So instead, I stack her things in a neat pile on a chair.

She looks at me, confused, so I swipe her up under her legs and lay her down on the table. “I don’t want to wait while you finish off my brothers’ cocks. I need you right fuckingnow. We’re multitasking. I know you’re great at it.” She laughs nervously but nods her approval and waves Deacon and Graham over.

“Now let’s get these fucking pants off,” I groan as I fidget with the clasp of her black dress pants. Of course, she’s dressed like she’s attending a board meeting, and it’s still sexy as hell.

“And this shirt needs to get the fuck off,” Deacon reads my mind while he works on the tiny little buttons of her white silk shirt.

I pull down her pants and throw off her heels with desperate speed as Deacon and Graham slip her shirt off.

There she is. Our Emily. Finally, spread out in her little black panties and bra for us. I’m suddenly so grateful for the bright lights of the library because I’m going to commit every inch of her to memory. I trace my eyes along the curve of hips to her waist and then up to admire her heavy tits that I’ve imagined a million times under those dress shirts she wears. But her hands are cupping her chest as if she’s trying to hide them. No, fuck that.

I wrap my fingers around her wrists and move her hands to Graham and Deacon’s exposed cocks bobbing over her. She grabs onto them.

“Does that feel like two men who want you to cover your sexy tits?” I ask. She eyes me wildly in surprise. I guess she’s shocked I picked up on what she was doing. Of course, I picked up on it. She’s the only thing I’m laser-focused on right now.

I rub my thumb along the lace of her bra and over her nipple and then trace along her stomach until I reach the edge of her underwear.

“Can I?” I practically beg.

“Yes,” she nods enthusiastically, and Deacon bends down to kiss her. I watch the two of them kiss as I slide my ring finger down her panties. I trace along her warmth until I find heropening and push my finger into her. She is so goddamn wet for us. I swear under my breath, forcing myself not to plunge my cock into her this second.

She gets up on her elbows, chasing after her kiss with Deacon, and I notice her bring her hand down, trying to hide her stomach this time. Now Graham and Deacon notice it.

“Foxy, you’ve got three men surrounding you hard as fuck. There simply isn’t time for you to be self-conscious. You’re fucking perfect and you’ve got a lot of orgasms to have, and frankly, so do we.”

“I know,” she groans in frustration. “I just haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I mean, besides the other night with you guys, if that counts.”

“Oh, it definitely counts,” Graham walks over to her side and runs his hand along her clavicle and then down to her breasts and palms them out of her bra. He bends over, taking her pink nipple in his mouth, then pulls away an inch. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. “I would just jack off right here to this sight and be happy.”

Emily visibly relaxes and smiles. “I wouldn’t,” she looks up at him. “I’ve got other plans for you.” She reaches out to his cock and begins stroking him and beckoning him closer until she has him in her mouth. I stroke her clit up and down slowly as she works Graham’s cock back and forth with her mouth. She pulls away and bends her head back to find Deacon, and guides him down her throat. I see her pale throat bobbing as she works him with pure commitment. I wasn’t sure how I would feel seeing her like this with them, but it’s so fucking hot to see how badly she wants us all. I rub her clit harder and her hips arch and drop in need.

She pulls away from Deacon and looks at me, impatience written all over her face.

“Tell me you want me inside you,” I say slowly as I flick her clit back and forth.

“Ben, would you please finally just get the hell inside me?”

I grin. “I thought you’d never fucking ask.” I run over to my pants on the floor and pull out the condom I packed earlier when I was feeling hopeful we’d see her. I tear the wrapper open with my teeth and roll the latex over my cock impatiently.

I grip her hips hard and admire her soaking wet pussy. I drag my cock along her slit. She writhes with impatience until I push into her, pinning her to the table. I rock once, coating my tip with her juices, and then I push my entire length in, inch by inch until she’s full to the hilt with me. She braces herself, splaying her fingers on the table.

“Holy shit,” she gasps. I take long and steady pumps in and out, loving how well she takes me, clenching around me as if her body has been waiting for this. Fuck knows mine has.

“Your body is fucking meant to take my cock,” I tell her and she moans in response. I grip her hips tighter, barely holding onto my composure. For the first time, I wonder how soundproof this room is, because I need to hear her screaming for more.

I look up at Deacon and Graham, and a moment flashes between us. This is finally fucking happening, their expressions say.

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