I lick my lips, and as the subtle tang of her arousal envelopes my taste buds, a primal need churns deep in my gut. “So fucking good,” I say through clenched teeth. I yank her panties down her legs. The second she steps out of them, I toss the pretty fabric at his face. He catches it, that smirk growing.
“God, I fucking love you,” he mutters, but I’m too distracted by the pretty pussy in front of me. Hailey’s dark curls are trimmed, but the animal in me loves that she’s not bare. Moisture glistens in a little trail up her belly, a telltale path left by Jameson’s fingers. Watching her eyes, I lick the soft skin of her stomach clean, working my way lower.
Hailey is shaking, her mouth hanging open, but when I run my tongue along her slit, her eyes and lips snap shut. I find the little bud of her clit and swirl just the very tip of my tongue around it, teasing and drawing it out. She moans my name, tangling her fingers in my hair. I’ve never heard a sweeter sound.
I press my middle finger into her wet heat, reveling in the way she clenches around it. “So tight,” I groan before diving back in. Drawing her swollen clit between my lips, I suck the sweet little bud. Hailey’s knees nearly buckle, but Jameson holds her in his arms, rolling and pinching her nipples.
“Grab her leg,” I tell him.
“With pleasure,” he rumbles, hooking one of his massive forearms under her thigh. He brings her knee up to her chest. “How’s the view now?” He teases.
I don’t respond. I don’t have the words. I just growl, watching as clear, slick arousal drips from her pussy, the pink flesh pulsing around my finger. I work a second finger into her, petting the engorged bundle of nerves of her front wall.
“Oh. OH!” Hailey’s moans carry through the room and her hips buck against my mouth. “Oh, my God! Please don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Jameson watches me, eyes hungry as she gasps in his arms, her breath coming in staccato bursts.
“Good girl,” he murmurs in her ear, pinching her puffy nipples. “I want you to come all over his face. I want to taste you on his tongue. I want you good and warmed up, because once I get inside you, I’m going to fuck that tight little pussy over and over.”
I’m shaking. Just listening to the hum of his low voice pouring filthy words into the surrounding air is almost enough to make me come in my pants. But there’s no way I’m wasting a single drop. My cum is for Hailey, and until she’s carrying our baby, her pussy is the only place it’s going.
“I’m going to come so deep inside you, Hailey. Empty myself into you. Breed my sweet girl. And when I’m done, Bobby’s going to fill you up. Oh baby girl, you’re in for a treat. I love his fat cock. I can’t wait to watch him fuck you. Watch him stretch your tight little pussy around it…”
I’m on the verge of having to beg him to shut up when I feel the full-body shiver that runs through Hailey. Her pussy clenches on my fingers and a wail rips its way out of her throat. Hips bucking, she cries out my name. Jameson watches me over her shoulder, eyes heavy as she shudders her release in his arms.
I didn’t have doubts about adding Hailey to our family, but if I had, that expression would have washed them away in an instant.
9
HAILEY
Thank Christ Jameson has a hold of me. I’m a trembling, incoherent mess in his arms, my head resting against his chest. Bobby laps at me lazily, sending delicious aftershocks zinging through my body. “Are you okay?” Jameson whispers in my ear.
“Mm-hm,” I moan happily. I have never felt so okay in all my life.
Jameson lowers my leg, letting me stand on two shaky legs instead of one. He places a finger under my chin, lifting my face so he can peer down into my eyes. “I mean with all of this. I—we—need to know if this is really what you want.” His face is so serious. “If we take you to bed,” his warm palm covers my stomach, a silent reminder of everything that entails, “there’s no going back to the way things were.”
I blink slowly, my body languid as a smile tugs in my cheeks. “If there’s no going back, I’m more than okay. I’m perfect.” I cover his hand with my own, contentment seeping into every corner of my soul. Bobby kisses my hip and gets to his feet. The two of them lock heated gazes, their mouths crashing together, bodies pressing me between them.
I watch them, fascinated. They’re so much rougher with each other. It’s primal and heart-pounding, the way their tongues clash, mouths battling for control. I fucking love it. Their bodies are hard all over. Slabs of muscle and testosterone pinning me in place.
I should be satisfied, but between the bulge in my lower back, the denim-clad hard-on pressing into my belly, I’m aching for more. My pussy clenches, begging to be filled. Jameson groans, the sound traveling through my body as they break apart. “Told you she tastes good,” Bobby says with a smirk.
“Mmm… yes she does.” Jameson purrs in my ear. Bobby takes my hand, tugging me toward their bedroom. Jameson places a hand on my lower back, nudging me in the same direction. I let them steer me, my nerves giddy as they place me at the foot of their tall bed.
They loom over me, eyes fierce and full of promise. But for all their focus on me, there’s something I’mdyingto see. “Take your clothes off,” I demand. They both raise an eyebrow, wearing bemused expressions. I grin as they glance at each other and shrug. I guess they haven’t had a woman make demands in a hot minute.
I lean back on my hands, watching as they each strip off their shirts. Jameson’s chest is covered in a springy layer of dark hair. My fingers itch to touch it, but I force myself to wait. Bobby is smoother, with a light dusting of sandy hair across his pecs. Jameson strips out of his chef pants, his cock springing free. I watch as he strokes it. He’s long and thick, dark mauve at the head.
“You keep licking your lips like that, baby girl. I’ll find something to occupy that mouth.” He winks at me and I press my legs together, trying to stem the ache that’s already building inside of me again.
Bobby suppresses a smile, shoving his jeans to the ground. “Fuck me,” I whisper, my eyes going wide. I tilt my head to the side, trying to make sure the lighting isn’t playing tricks on me. But nope, the man is hung like a horse.
Jameson cracks up, covering his mouth with his hand. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I definitely recall some dirty talk surrounding Bobby and his ‘fat’ dick, but holy mother of God. “You’ll be okay,” Jameson smirks. “I promise I’ll get you good and warmed up.” His eyes roam over my body, sending a shiver skittering up my spine.
I should probably tell him I’mnotworried. I’m surprised, but the heat simmering in my core ignites, setting off an inferno. Deep down, in the bottom of the box where I keep my vibrators, lies a spectacular dildo. One I haveneverlet anyone see. It is, quite literally, my guilty pleasure, and Bobby is giving that thing a run for its money.
Bobby wraps his hand around his dick, pulling it up against his stomach as he strokes it. A little white bead of moisture pools at the tip and drips down his length. Jameson’s eyes dance between the two of us like he’s planning where to start. He pulls Bobby close, his massive hand wrapped around the back of his neck.
“Get on the bed,” Jameson grits out, his tone clear on who exactly is in charge right now. A red flush spreads over Bobby’s shoulders and chest. He watches Jameson’s eyes, almost entranced as his warm weight settles next to me on the bed. He turns my face, claiming my mouth in a heartbreakingly tender kiss.