come.
“Jared…”
“Hold it back, my girl. I want him to stroke me. I want him to take us both to the edge.”
“Oh, God…”
Matteo’s hand was moving up and down on Jared’s cock. She could feel his rough movement against her back, could feel Jared’s harsh breath as Matteo stroked harder and harder. And his face was buried in her pussy, licking her, sucking on the tight, full lips, licking at Jared’s fingers, avoiding her hard clit.
There was so much skin and swollen flesh and stark, driving need, she could barely think. She bit her lip as desire spiraled, crested.
“Jared…”
“Almost there, my girl. Come on, Matteo. Harder.”
The motion of his hand increased, and Jared thrust his hips, his naked thighs strong on either side of hers. His fingers were biting into her pussy lips and Matteo licked and licked. She was going to explode.
“Now, Matteo.”
Matteo took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard.
She did explode, her climax shattering her, pleasure driving into her, shimmering and bright.
“Ah God, Matteo!”
He kept sucking, his mouth working her mercilessly as her climax went on and on, sensation bursting through her over and over again.
Finally the hardest sparks faded until all that was left was a skittering heat on her skin, in her sex. She realized Jared had gone still behind her, that Matteo had let him go. They were all panting. And as Matteo raised his head, she saw that his face was wet with her juices.
He stood, kicked his way out of his worn jeans.
His cock was beautiful, nearly as big as Jared’s, hard and golden-brown. Her mouth watered. Without thinking, she reached for him, and he moved in until he had one knee braced on the sofa cushions, but she hesitated.
“Do you want his cock?” Jared asked, his tone demanding an answer. She loved that, as always.
“Yes. I want to touch him. To take him in my mouth.”
“Perfect. Do it, Leigh.”
She leaned forward, and Matteo arched his narrow hips. His hands went into her hair, but gently. Jared’s hands were firm on her waist, and she loved the contrast, the hard and the soft.
“Come on, Leigh. Come on, beautiful girl,” Matteo urged.
She let her tongue flick out, over the swollen head. His flesh was sweet, smooth. He sighed quietly. She opened her lips and took him in.
“Ah, Christ, that’s good.”
She held the head of his cock in her mouth, swirled her tongue over the head, then took him a bit deeper. He was hard as rock, solid flesh beneath the silky skin. Lovely.
She wrapped her hand around the base, held him steady as she slid her mouth down, swallowing him, taking him deep. He groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair.
“That’s fucking beautiful,” Jared said, his tone low and guttural. “Suck him hard. He needs it.”
She took Matteo’s cock deeper, loving the way he filled her mouth, even the way her eyes watered as he surged forward. Loved that Jared was watching, that seeing her do this turned him on. She was still damp from her climax, but growing wet all over again, desire rising once more.
Matteo was massaging her head with his fingers, moving his hips in a gentle rhythm. She could hear his breathy moans, could feel his cock pulsing beneath her tongue. Felt the sensuality and the power of desire, reflected, multiplied.
“Ah, that’s it, my girl,” Jared murmured.
He loved seeing her like this, her long hair like cornsilk flowing over her back. And Matteo’s parted lips, his panting breath, his slender hips arching. He knew exactly the taste of him, the way his cock would feel. He knew how much he loved getting head.
His own cock jumped, filled, ached as he watched. He reached down to stroke it, but it was too sensitive. He didn’t want to let himself come. Not yet.
He leaned down to pull a string of condoms from the pocket of his discarded jeans, tore one open and sheathed himself. Then he wrapped his hands around Leigh’s waist. Her skin was so damn soft, and her waist so
“Jared…”
“Hold it back, my girl. I want him to stroke me. I want him to take us both to the edge.”
“Oh, God…”
Matteo’s hand was moving up and down on Jared’s cock. She could feel his rough movement against her back, could feel Jared’s harsh breath as Matteo stroked harder and harder. And his face was buried in her pussy, licking her, sucking on the tight, full lips, licking at Jared’s fingers, avoiding her hard clit.
There was so much skin and swollen flesh and stark, driving need, she could barely think. She bit her lip as desire spiraled, crested.
“Jared…”
“Almost there, my girl. Come on, Matteo. Harder.”
The motion of his hand increased, and Jared thrust his hips, his naked thighs strong on either side of hers. His fingers were biting into her pussy lips and Matteo licked and licked. She was going to explode.
“Now, Matteo.”
Matteo took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard.
She did explode, her climax shattering her, pleasure driving into her, shimmering and bright.
“Ah God, Matteo!”
He kept sucking, his mouth working her mercilessly as her climax went on and on, sensation bursting through her over and over again.
Finally the hardest sparks faded until all that was left was a skittering heat on her skin, in her sex. She realized Jared had gone still behind her, that Matteo had let him go. They were all panting. And as Matteo raised his head, she saw that his face was wet with her juices.
He stood, kicked his way out of his worn jeans.
His cock was beautiful, nearly as big as Jared’s, hard and golden-brown. Her mouth watered. Without thinking, she reached for him, and he moved in until he had one knee braced on the sofa cushions, but she hesitated.
“Do you want his cock?” Jared asked, his tone demanding an answer. She loved that, as always.
“Yes. I want to touch him. To take him in my mouth.”
“Perfect. Do it, Leigh.”
She leaned forward, and Matteo arched his narrow hips. His hands went into her hair, but gently. Jared’s hands were firm on her waist, and she loved the contrast, the hard and the soft.
“Come on, Leigh. Come on, beautiful girl,” Matteo urged.
She let her tongue flick out, over the swollen head. His flesh was sweet, smooth. He sighed quietly. She opened her lips and took him in.
“Ah, Christ, that’s good.”
She held the head of his cock in her mouth, swirled her tongue over the head, then took him a bit deeper. He was hard as rock, solid flesh beneath the silky skin. Lovely.
She wrapped her hand around the base, held him steady as she slid her mouth down, swallowing him, taking him deep. He groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair.
“That’s fucking beautiful,” Jared said, his tone low and guttural. “Suck him hard. He needs it.”
She took Matteo’s cock deeper, loving the way he filled her mouth, even the way her eyes watered as he surged forward. Loved that Jared was watching, that seeing her do this turned him on. She was still damp from her climax, but growing wet all over again, desire rising once more.
Matteo was massaging her head with his fingers, moving his hips in a gentle rhythm. She could hear his breathy moans, could feel his cock pulsing beneath her tongue. Felt the sensuality and the power of desire, reflected, multiplied.
“Ah, that’s it, my girl,” Jared murmured.
He loved seeing her like this, her long hair like cornsilk flowing over her back. And Matteo’s parted lips, his panting breath, his slender hips arching. He knew exactly the taste of him, the way his cock would feel. He knew how much he loved getting head.
His own cock jumped, filled, ached as he watched. He reached down to stroke it, but it was too sensitive. He didn’t want to let himself come. Not yet.
He leaned down to pull a string of condoms from the pocket of his discarded jeans, tore one open and sheathed himself. Then he wrapped his hands around Leigh’s waist. Her skin was so damn soft, and her waist so
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