“You gone make Harley come too or I gotta do it?”
“I can do it.” I whined shamelessly.
“Good boy,” he whispered in my ear.
Relief and pleasure flooded me when Harlow was fully awake. She didn’t lift her head from the crook of my neck but started fucking herself on my dick with purpose.
No words.
Just motion.
And friction.
And pleasure.
I didn’t even have to move. Soul’s fingers warmed me up and Harlow’s pussy was snug around my erection.
They were already perfect, but all I could think about was having Christian’s dick in my mouth to make it even better.
Their loving made me needy past the point of greed. It would never be enough.
Never be too much.
When Soul’s fingers left me, I didn’t question what was next. I only knew I was ready for it.
How I hadn’t come already was lost on me, but I knew the second he finally shoved his dick in me I was gonna come.
He took his time putting on the condom and spreading lube around my hole.
I was ready.
So fucking ready.
And Harlow was still using me like her favorite toy.
Up and down.
The wetter she got, the more lewd noises her tight pussy made, and the harder she fucked herself on me.
Then the head of Soul’s dick pushed in, and my gasp got trapped in my throat.
It was the first time Harlow looked up and made eye contact with me all morning.
She touched my face, pushing her thumb past my bottom lip.
Those glassy brown eyes stayed on mine.
No words.
But total understanding.
I loved her. I loved her. I loved her.
I sucked her finger, while she fucked me into the mattress with Soul’s help.
“He’s fucking you so good, huh?”
She didn’t wait for an answer.
