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They said good-bye and then headed toward the truck. Zin grabbed Aspen’s hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed her fingertips. “You are very naughty.”
Weston got into the backseat of the truck as Zin lifted Aspen up and into the truck next.
Weston took the opportunity to pull her onto his lap, shoving her skirt to her hips in the process.
He gripped her skirt and her hip bones, barely feeling the thin material of her thong.
“Storm, take the long way home,” he said and kissed her deeply. Aspen immediately moved her hands from Weston’s shoulders to his hair and ran her fingers through it.
“Fuck that. We’re taking a short cut,” Winter said, and they all chuckled.
Zin moved in next to them on the right and York on Weston’s left.
The truck began to move and Weston stroked Aspen’s thighs. “Lift up, darling, I need to get this pussy nice and ready for tonight,” he told her, and she slowly lifted up. Weston gripped her panties and ripped them away from her body.
“Weston,” she scolded, sticking her ass out behind her.
York ran his hands along her ass cheek as Zin reached over and caressed her chin.
“Don’t get angry. They were in the way,” Zin said.
“You’re going to owe me a bunch of new pairs,”
“Why? You don’t need panties around us. Ever,” Weston informed her then pressed his fingers over her clit and began to massage her pussy lips in a circular motion.
Aspen moaned as Zin pulled her closer and kissed her.
Weston felt his heart begin to race a little faster. He absorbed the moment. The feel of fingering Aspen, her pussy muscles gripping his finger as she creamed more and more. He heard her moaning into Zin’s mouth and could see York’s hand massaging her ass cheek, maybe even playing with her ass.
The fact that Storm and Winter were in the front seat watching brought him joy as well. They had waited for this moment. In fact, they even thought it wasn’t going to happen and gave up on making Aspen theirs. But no matter how hard they tried to keep her out of their head and not worry about her and want her, they just couldn’t. Now here she was, kissing Zin, letting him finger her pussy while York played with her ass. It was heaven. Nothing else mattered. Not the businesses, not work, not living in the city and traveling to Chicago, to Europe, to wherever. All that mattered was being here in Salvation with Aspen and loving her.
He jerked the moment her fingers began to undo the button on his pants. She rode his finger and then pulled from Zin’s mouth as she pushed back and came.
“York.” She moaned and Weston lifted his ass so she could push his pants down. She gripped his cock quickly and he hissed.
“Easy, baby. Damn, your hands feel incredible.”
She stroked his cock, worked it between her hands as he thrust his fingers into her cunt. She moaned and began rocking her hips against his fingers then back against York’s fingers.
“Our naughty little Aspen. I can’t wait to get you home so I can fuck this ass with my cock instead of my fingers,” York said.
“Holy fuck, she’s riding both of them. Damn, Storm, get in the driveway,” Winter ordered.
“I can’t take it. I need you, Weston. I need both of you.”
She gripped Weston’s hands, pulled them from her pussy, and aligned his cock with her cunt.
Weston gave her control, leaned back and moaned as she thrust downward on his shaft crying out.
“Yes! Oh God, yes,” she said and rocked her hips.
He grabbed her thighs and counterthrust as the truck stopped. But he couldn’t focus on anything but Aspen. She pressed forward and ravaged his mouth then bit into his shoulder while thrusting on top of him. He spanned his hands over her back to her ass and squeezed her upward.
“Fuck, I can’t wait,” York proclaimed, and he lowered down off the seat.
The doors to the truck opened, light from the ceiling of the truck illuminated them and Weston watched as York lowered his mouth to Aspen’s ass.