“You ready to swallow?” He didn’t ask her if she wanted to.
Thiswas what she’d come for, to feel the way they took control, to realize she’d been able to tell them no already, that she could stop it, but that they’d enjoy her as they pleased up to that point.
And right then, that meant for Garrison to spill into her mouth, to watch her throat work as she swallowed him, as she took him into her.
Garrison pressed in deep enough that she gagged for a second—probably just testing, though Trent would bet her tight throat would feel amazing—before he pulled back so only the head of his cock remained in her mouth.
Garrison didn’t look away or close his eyes. He stared right at her, as if he wanted toseethe moment the girl swallowed, as if he needed that sensation.
A groan left him, the muscles at his hips twitching, a slight rock as he came. After a long, tense moment, he withdrew, dragging his cock along her lips once more and leaving a spot of white behind. “Swallow,” he said, his voice so deep it came out like a growl.
Sunny did so, then went so far as to lick her lips.
Trent squeezed his cock, hard, right on the brink. So many ideas came to him, all the things he’d love to do with her, to her. The bad thing about a night like this, the ones where he never knew if it would happen again, was having to choose. There was just never enough time.
There were so many things he wanted to do. He wanted to paint her pretty tits in cum, to pull her into his lap and force orgasm after orgasm from her until all that squeezing got him off. He wanted to lie her on her back and fuck between her breasts, pulling the clamps off as he did it to push them both over the marvelous edge.
In short?
He wantedeverything.
But since that wasn’t possible, he knew exactly what he needed.
Sunny panted, appearing worn out. Not that he was done with her. In fact, he liked it, the way she rested, the way she breathed heavily, the sweat on her back. She looked well used, and that appealed to him.
“Such a good girl,” he said as he walked behind her, Connor having taken Trent’s seat, and Garrison pulling over another to sit on the other side. “You did so well, little Fox.”
She swallowed, her lips curling into a sated, exhausted smile, as if she enjoyed that praise.
Clearly, she’d reached that point where she stopped putting up fronts.
Trent could have warned her, could have slid his hands up her thighs, but he was a man who enjoyed some surprises in life.
He pressed his middle finger into her cunt.
She gasped, the sound all his this time, since Garrison’s cock didn’t muffle it.
She twisted, but the straps kept her from seeing him.
Trent thrust his finger into her messy, swollen cunt. “So, a number? For what just happened?”
“Ten.”
No surprise there.
“You tired?”
She nodded.
“See, I haven’t come yet. That means I’m not quite done with you. I don’t mind waiting until last, though. I mean, I would have probably fucked your ass, but since that’s off the table, I guess I’ll have to enjoy your other holes.”
Her eyebrows furrowed, but she didn’t seem overly concerned. At least until he shifted his hand back and sank two fingers into her.
Ah, that one got her. It helped wind up her tired body, bring back to life the fire she’d probably thought her orgasm had quenched.
Worse? He brought his other hand down and pressed his thumb to her neglected clit.
And just like that, she came. She tried to arch, even her toes curling, her feet flexing and a thin sound leaving her full, pink lips.