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small. Despite her height she felt delicate to him. Feminine.
    Have to be inside her. Now.
    “Up on your knees, Leigh. Yes, that’s it. Good. Now spread for me, girl.”
    She did as he asked, her ass gorgeously curved, the skin smooth, tempting. He gave her a small slap, felt her jump. But she didn’t stop sucking Matteo’s cock for one moment. Instead, she surged back, into his touch. He gave her another smack, a bit harder this time, and she moaned quietly. He looked up, caught Matteo’s glazed gaze.
    “She likes it.”
    “Yes,” Matteo gasped.
    “You like her sucking you, don’t you?”
    “She’s good. Her mouth is…so good.”
    “I’m going to fuck her, Matteo. I want you to watch.”
    “Yes…”
    He kept his gaze on his lover’s as he parted Leigh’s thighs with his hands, used his fingers to open her pussy lips. Her cleft was soaking wet, waiting for him. He slid right in.
    “Mmm…” Leigh’s voice was muffled by Matteo’s cock, but he heard her pleasure, felt it in the tightening of her pussy around him like some sleek glove.
    He began to move, pushing into her, deeper and deeper. She pushed back against him, taking him in. Pleasure was like a wave, coming down on him, nearly drowning him, then receding as he pulled almost all the way out, only the head of his cock resting inside her. Another wave as he drove back in, hard, shoving her entire body forward, and Matteo groaned.
    “Harder,” Jared said. “Suck him hard, our beautiful girl, while I fuck you.”
    She was so damn tight inside, tight and hot. And she was really working Matteo with her mouth, swallowing him. Matteo’s eyes were closing, his face loose with pleasure. He was panting. Moaning. His hips thrusting. His cheeks, his chest, were flushed pink. Jared knew he was close to coming. He reached out and twisted one of his hard, dark nipples between his fingers.
    “Ah…”
    “Not yet, Matteo. Wait for me,” he ordered.
    “Oh, you torture me, Jared.”
    “But you love it.”
    “I do.”
    Jared buried his hand in Leigh’s silky blonde hair, finding Matteo’s fingers there, twining them in his own. They held onto each other, held onto her, as Jared began to pump. Sharp thrusts, driving his cock deep, while Leigh surged beneath him, taking it, moaning around Matteo’s cock. They were all one body, writhing and melding and pleasure flowing like Leigh’s beautifully wet pussy. Like his come was about to as he pumped into her.
    With his other hand he reached under her and pinched her clit, and she came, her walls gripping him, wet and silky and so damn tight. It was too good. Too much.
    “Gonna come,” he told them, his breathing ragged.
    “Yes!” Matteo was breathless, his head falling back.
    He watched Matteo shudder, his hips pistoning into Leigh’s mouth. She was still coming, her pussy tighter and tighter. Jared shivered as pleasure overtook him, spiraled. He cried out, shook all over, slammed into her.
    Matteo fell back first onto the sofa, his head lolling back on the cushions. He still had one hand in Leigh’s long hair. Leigh fell forward into Matteo’s arms as Jared pulled out of her. He could barely breathe he’d come so hard. Something about Leigh and Matteo, the combination, was hotter even than either of them by themselves. He loved simply watching them now, all loose limbs, touching each other. He rid himself of the condom, twisting it up and dropping it onto his jeans on the floor, then he leaned over and smoothed his hand over Matteo’s strong shoulder. Matteo opened his eyes long enough to smile at him. Jared took Leigh from him, pulling her into his lap, simply wanting her there, needing to touch her. Needing to.
    What the hell is that about?
    But he was too tired, too sated, to figure it out. All he really knew was that it felt damn good. Matteo and Leigh.
    Leigh.
    He couldn’t figure it out. He wasn’t sure he really wanted to. He was a live-in-the-moment kind of guy, anyway. He was good at that.