She dropped her weight, fucked herself on me. “Colton!” she cried, her eyes flaring wide as she finally sat right on my jean-clad thighs.
“Ride me,” I growled, dying a sweet death as she didn’t move, only pulsed and squeezed my dick, adjusting.
For a moment or two, I watched as she was lost to it, to the feel of me invading her. To the pleasure of it. But then her eyes cleared, met mine, and the corner of her mouth tipped up. “I have you at my mercy,” she said.
I huffed out a laugh. “Sugar, haven’t you realized? I’ve been at your mercy since I first laid eyes on you.”
She started to move then. Up. Down. Circling her hips. I did nothing but watch her as she found how she liked to move, what felt good, what made her cream some more. Her tits bounced and I wanted to lean in and suck on one again, but I didn’t want to mess with her fucking. She was working it now, riding me hard. Up, slam down. Up, take me deep. So deep I bottomed out.
“Colton, I need… I can’t… it’s—”
I squeezed her waist gently. “What’s the matter?”
“It’s not enough,” she panted.
“I can help with that,” Tucker added, all but forgotten behind her. He reached around, put his thumb right by her mouth. “Suck.”
She took the tip and I watched as her cheeks hollowed. He pulled it free and I saw it was wet.
His hand slid down her back and I knew the second he pressed that wet thumb to her ass.
“Tucker!”
Her inner walls clamped down on me like a vise.
“Ever had anything in here before?” he asked, leaning in and nibbling her neck.
She shook her head, her long hair cascading down her back.
“You will,” he promised.
I could see the instant her mind shut down and her body took over. She wasn’t frantic now, but gave over to the pleasure of my dick in her. Of having Tucker circle her virgin ass and awaken those nerves.
A flush crept down her neck and over her tits, her brow glistening with sweat. I wasn’t immune either, barely hanging on, barely keeping the cum in my balls until she came. I was a gentleman in all things, even dirty fucking.
She was close, I could see it. I could feel it the way her pussy began to squeeze and got even wetter. Tucker sensed it, too, for he pressed his thumb into her ass.
Her eyes flew open. “Oh,” she breathed, and then her eyes went foggy. “Oh!” she screamed, coming all over me.
With Tucker breaching her back entrance, she was tight. The way her pussy milked me, all but begging my balls to give it up, I couldn’t hold back.
I gripped her waist and angled my hips up into her. Held her as my cum rocketed into her. Flooded her.
The feeling was indescribable. Hot. Like the sweetest hit of a drug. Wet. Dripping wet. Clenching like a vise. Delirious. All the blood was gone from my head and my dick was in charge. Rut. Fuck. Fill. Claim. Mark. Brand with cum.
“Holy shit.” That was all I could get out when I caught my breath.
She slumped on me, all sweaty and sated, and I felt Tucker’s thumb slipping from her.
I stroked her hair back. “Sugar, Tucker needs you.”
“That’s right, tiger. I’m desperate for that pussy.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him and I helped her up and off of me. My dick was coated and so were my balls and when she got her sock-covered feet beneath her, we watched as thick drops of cum slipped from her and hit the wood floor. Shit, that was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. It meant I’d taken her bare, marked her. Crammed her so full of my cum that it wouldn’t all stay in her.
She didn’t just smell like strawberries anymore. She smelled like me, like fucking, and soon, like Tucker, too. Wherever she went, men would know she was taken. If that wasn’t enough, she’d have a just-fucked look on her face, one we’d ensure was always there.