Jessa walks out of the bathroom, interrupting my thoughts. She’s smiling at me widely as she tiptoes into my bedroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around her slim body. Her still wet blonde hair lays against her shoulders, sticking to the skin there. I can’t help myself. My eyes trail down her body, over the towel, and down to her small feet and all I can think of is what’s underneath that towel. I know what’s beneath that scrap of fabric. I’ve felt it around my dick, against my fingers, and I want more than anything to feel it on my tongue.
She most likely notices me staring because the next thing I know, she’s reaching for the towel, and undoing it. It falls to the floor, leaving her standing completely naked just a few feet away from me. Fucking little temptress. My dick goes from semi limp to rock hard in zero point two seconds, forming a good size tent within the sweatpants I’m wearing.
“I used your razor,” she says shyly, her cheeks blushing rose red. She shaved for us. The statement doesn’t miss its mark. My eyes drop down to her thighs and I take in her bare pussy or as much as I can see of it.
“Come here, let me see if you got it all,” I tell her. She moves toward me before I even finish the sentence. Her hips sway with each step and her firm breast jiggle gently, the pink dusky tips hardening with each step. Her body anticipating what’s to come.
When she reaches me, I grab her upper thighs and make her straddle me where I sit. Her hands land on my shoulders to steady herself while I reach between us to inspect her handiwork. A groan slips past my lips as I caress her now smooth pussy. I run my fingers over her folds a few times, before slipping between them, finding her hardened little clit. Drawing small circles against it, I force a soft, feminine moan from her pouty lips.
“Feels pretty good, but I’d like to take a closer look before I can be sure,” I tease pushing up from the chair with her still in my arms. She wraps her legs around my middle, her slick pussy pressing against my stomach. Feeling the heat, the want against my shirt, it makes me want to throw her down on the bed and fuck her senseless. I walk us over to the bed and place her down on it.
As soon as her back hits the mattress, my head is between her smooth legs. She smells like strawberries and cream, the scent intoxicating. It makes my mouth water. Unable to wait another second, I place my mouth over her pussy. My tongue darts out, slipping past my lips to find her clit. Mmmm. Fuck, I want her. I need her. I flick, and tease the diamond hard nub relentlessly, alternating between her clit, and her entrance, where I lap up every gush of liquid that drips from her entrance.
Her body arches off the bed and a throaty moan fills the room, the sound vibrating through me, sending little rivulets of pleasure straight to my cock. Her fingers sink into my hair, holding my head in place as if she would happily let me die between her thighs. Just as I close my lips around her clit and start to suck gently while nipping at the sensitive flesh the door opens and I hear someone enter the room.
Fuckers. I know who it is, without even looking.
“I fucking knew you would be hogging her.” Trey’s voice meets my ears and I smile against Jessa’s silky smooth cunt. “Wes, get in here!”
Briefly I remove my mouth from her throbbing pussy to talk, and a soft whimper of displeasure meets my ears. I know it won’t ease the ache completely, but I insert two fingers into her tightness, relishing in the way she clenches down on me. I gaze up at her, over her mound. Her wet hair frames her head with a blonde angelic halo, her blue eyes are wild with need, and her cheeks are tinted pink. Her chest rises and falls erratically. Beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous.
“Really, I was just about to come and get you,” I lie, right through my teeth.
“Sure you were,” Wes says, walking into the bedroom.
“Come on, Princess, don’t you want all three instead of one? Three thick cocks taking from you, giving you pleasure,” Trey questions, moving toward us. His voice is deep, growly, and he sounds just as hungry for her as I am.
“Yes,” she admits breathlessly, and I watch her fist the sheets in her hands. Excitement twinkles in her eyes. She likes it when we take from her altogether, the power she gets from having all three of us on her at once. She might not realize it, but she’s always the one in control. The objective is always to please her.