Atticus reaches for his discarded shirt, wiping my chest clean.
“I think it’s time to get you undressed, angel.”
He drops to his knees, kissing a trail to my stomach. He pulls off my boots and socks before unbuttoning my jeans. Slowly, he lowers them.
Oliver murmurs, “I knew that color would look good on her.”
Atticus leans forward, pressing his nose to the lacy triangle between my legs. “Looks like a fucking goddess.”
I gasp as he kisses me through the thong, and I finally know what I’ve been missing out on all these years.
Pulling the thong aside, he says, “Put your leg over my shoulder.”
I do, and he covers my mound, licking and sucking until I’m rocking against his face. And that lacy thong provides the perfect amount of friction. Heat and tension build deep inside of me. An ache that needs to be filled.
“OhgodOhgodOhgod.” I chant.
I shatter, screaming out Atticus’ name. Before I can process what in the hell I’m felling, he stands, carrying me to the bed.
“This is going to hurt a little, but I promise I’ll make you feel so good.”
Nodding, I watch as he moves over me, nudging my legs apart. My heart pounds. I can’t believe this is really happening. His cock presses between my legs, and I moan.
“Atticus, I need you.”
“I know, angel.”
His mouth covers mine as he enters me. It hurts, but also feels perfect. He’s still for a moment as he looks down at me.
“Good?”
“I think.”
He kisses me again before thrusting. A groan leave my lips. The more he moves, the better it feels.
“You’re so fucking tight, angel.”
“You aren’t so bad yourself, gramps.”
He laughs. “Guess I need to show you just how much life I have left in me.”
His pace increases. Tentatively, I arch into a thrust. Oh god, it feels so good. I do it again. And again. Until suddenly I’ve found a perfect rhythm with him. Pleasure builds deep inside of me, and I know I’m close to finding relief.
“Come for me, angel, so I can fill you until your pussy is dripping with my cum.”
His naughty words send me over, and I shake as I come undone around him. He thrust a few more times before he comes. True to his word, I feel his come rolling down my thighs. Both panting, we kiss until my body stops shaking.
“Fucking perfect.” He kisses me again before asking, “Ready for more?”
I feel like I’m in a love-haze as he pulls out and Finn moves between my legs. Our mouths crash against each other as he slides into me.
“Fuck. I can feel Atticus’ cum inside of you. Guess what? You’re going to be feeling my cum all day. Each time you move, it’s going to drip out of you.”
I’m panting as he rocks into me. Each thrust brings me higher until I’m screaming out his name as I shatter. His mouth moves to my nipple, sucking as he pounds into me. This is too much. I thrash beneath him until he comes, roaring my name.
He’s barely moved away when Oliver slides into me.
“Oh god, Oliver. You’re so big.”