Page 17 of Finding Her Sweet Spots

He straddles me, his body pinning me under him as he’s perched on his own heels. The muscles of his thighs and torso flex in this position and his hard, thick cock bobs above my entrance. I’m at his mercy and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

He takes his cock in his hand and then flattens it against my slit, sliding it up and down coating himself in my juices and creating delicious pressure on my clit.

I arch my back, already drunk with lust.

“My cock is meant to be covered in you,” Deacon says darkly. “You’re like a fucking drug.”

I look up at his elegant features, twisted in need.

“Take me, Deacon. Fuck me bare. Come in me.” I beg him because I need it. I need it so badly.

“God damn it, Emily.” He says, gritting his teeth. Finally, he pulls my hips up and he pushes his thick length into me. Feeling his bare cock fill me up is so incredible that my body shudders and threatens an orgasm already.

“Fuck, Em. I can feel your pussy gripping me,” he pumps in harder now.

I close my eyes and feel a warmth spread over my nipples. Ben and Graham are on either side of me, licking and sucking at my breasts.

I squeal. “Fuck,” I sigh. “I’m already almost there. I can’t hold it in.”

Deacon lowers his thumb to my clit and starts massaging me and I break, my first orgasm ripping through me.

“Damn it,” Deacon pulls out of me in a hurry. “I’m going to come so hard with your pussy trying to milk me like that. Graham, take over.”

Graham doesn’t need to be asked twice. He grabs my hips from Deacon and pushes into me just as my first orgasm is cresting. He slams into me with more roughness.

“Keep coming for me, baby. I can feel you coming on my cock.” He raises my legs above me by the ankles. I yell out at the sensation. I’m so fucking full of him and can feel everything.

When my body stops quaking, Graham pulls out of me.

“Let’s see how many times we can make you come,” he says with a devilish smile. “I’m hoping at least three times. One for each of our cocks.”

“Oh my god,” I inhale. “Is that even possible?”

“One way to find out.” Graham grabs my side and then flips me on my stomach. “Now let’s get to this little craving of yours.”

He grabs my ass cheeks and then spreads me. I gasp at being exposed like this, but also how forbidden it feels. He runs a finger from my slit to my ass, swirling my wetness around the forbidden entrance.

“Have you ever had anyone in this round ass?” He asks, pressing his finger harder against the tight entrance.

“No,” I shake my head against the covers. “But I’ve experimented with myself.”

“Experimented with yourself,” Deacon’s voice sounds hungry. “Go on.”

“I wanted to see if I would like it, so I’ve put dildos up there.”

“And did you? Like it?”

“Yes,” I nod. “But I want the real thing. I want you.”

“Mm,” Ben grabs my face to look up at him, but all I can pay attention to is his enormous cock in front of me. “So after our study sessions, you would go home and fuck your own ass with a dildo? Did you ever think of us?”

I get up on my hands and knees and grab Ben’s beautiful veiny cock and give it one lick around the tip. “Every,” I say before bobbing my mouth deeper on his cock. “Single.” I suck and then release. “Time.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Graham

Emily’s back is arched and her ass is spread open, asking to be fucked. Have I fucking died and gone to heaven? This woman has unlocked desires so intense in me that I feel more alive than I’ve ever known possible. I want to claim everything about her. Every hole, every thought, every orgasm, every laugh. But right now, I’ll settle for her pretty puckered ass.

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