Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bennett lean against the wall, content to watch. At least, for now. Grabbing an ankle, I took off one shoe, let it fall to the floor, then the other. Her socks went next. God bless yoga pants, because I tucked my fingers into the waistband and tugged them down—along with her panties—and off her gorgeous legs in two seconds.
She gasped when I pulled her to the edge of the bed, dropped to the floor and put her legs over my shoulders.
She looked down her body at me as I brushed a finger over her pink center, over the little bare spot where I’d written my name. While the black letters were a little faded, they were very clear. This pussy was mine and I’d never forget it again.
“Groveling is best done on my knees.”
Heat flared in her eyes and she dropped her head back onto the bed, closed her eyes. “Oh no, baby. Up on your elbows. You need to watch me grovel.”
When she didn’t do as I wanted, I moved my hand away.
Only then did her head pop up and she pushed up to practically growl at me. “Cash.”
I grinned, then lowered my head. “Watch.”
Then I feasted on her, licked her from her entrance up to her clit and back. Her thighs tightened about my head and I did it again. And again, watching her as she gave over to the pleasure. I felt wicked pride that I could do this to her, get her to cream all over my lips, coat my beard. To get her to pant and writhe, moan. I slid one finger into her tight sheath, found the spot that had her hips bucking, then made her scream.
Only then did she flop back onto the bed. I stood, shucked my clothes, then sat down on the bed beside her. Easily, I scooped her up in my arms and kissed her. There was no question she tasted her sweetness, could feel how she’d all but soaked my beard with her juices.
“More,” she breathed, working her shirt up and over her head. She wanted to get naked, I wasn’t going to stop her.
Bennett had been passive, until now. I had no idea when he’d taken off his clothes, but his dick bobbed toward our girl as he undid the back hook of her bra.
I spun her about, faced her away from me and spread my knees wide. Since she was straddling me, her legs parted as well. While I wanted to watch her tits bounce as she used me to fuck herself, it was time she took both of us at the same time. Bennett’s dick was right there for her to suck. All he had to do was step forward.
She glanced over her shoulder at me, shifting her hips to try to back up and climb onto my dick.
“Condom first, baby.”
“Angel, do you want Cash to fuck you bare, too?”
I stilled and looked up at Bennett. Bare?
“You fucked her bare?” Pre-cum seeped from my dick and it smeared across her lower back.
She was still looking at me with those green eyes. Desire and something I didn’t deserve—love—was aimed right at me. “Please, Cash.”
“I need to tell you things first.”
“Now?” she asked, putting her hands on my knees for balance, then shifted, taking me in part way. “Fuck first, talk later.”
“Shit,” I growled, then put my hands on her hips and helped her get positioned over me right to take me all the way. I wanted to tell her everything, to not have anything between us, but there was no fucking way I’d lift her off me now.
When she sat on my thighs once again, this time my dick filling her up all the way, she moaned. I groaned and my balls drew up tight. I wasn’t going to last.
I’d never fucked anyone raw before. Never gone without a condom. Until now. She was hot, tight and wet, the feel so much more intense. I’d probably cry if I had to put latex on ever again.
Bennett stepped close, stroked her hair. She looked up at him, then at his dick. With one hand, she gripped his hip, all but pulling him in so she could lick his crown like a fucking ice cream cone.
My hips bucked just watching. She gasped and Bennett took the opportunity to slide a little deeper into her mouth. He groaned, tangled his fingers in her hair.
Lifting and lowering her carefully, I fucked her as she sucked Bennett off. She had to come again. Once wasn’t enough. I easily found her clit, carefully worked it until she creamed all over me. Milked my dick of my cum.
Bennett stepped back as she cried out her pleasure, probably not wanting to either choke her as she came or get his dick bit.
When her peak eased, she grasped him again, took him almost voraciously. It was too much. She was too much.
No man could hold back from that kind of pleasurable torture. I came hard, filling her, marking her as mine. I gripped her hips and never wanted to let go, never wanted to come out of her.