That look—that lovesick, borderline dazed expression—and Harlow’s whines were the invitation I needed to keep going.
I just wanted to please them.
Harlow kept stroking him and grinding against his leg, not knowing how good I was about to fuck her while she was just like this—on top of him.
Kicking my shorts away, I grabbed my dick and pushed against her opening.
“I need you to stay open for me, baby. Just like this so I can give you this dick.” My tip disappeared inside of her, and I released a shuddering breath when she sucked me in, her walls already trying to milk me before I could get started.
“What’s your safe word, Harlow?”
“Rico,” she whispered brokenly.
“Soul, tell her I’m not fucking her until she says it.”
With one arm under her head, supporting some of her weight, Soul ran his free hand over her untamed morning curls and whispered something against her lips. He moved his hand to hold her jaw in place and said softly, “Be good for us and tell us you know the safe word, Harley.”
“I know, I know,” she whimpered. “Snow.” The word wrung out of her as I shoved inside of her, giving us both the relief we craved.
Fuck, she was tight.
And warm.
She was squeezing me.
Milking me.
Moaning my name with another man’s dick in her hand and his tongue in her mouth.
Harlow jolted on top of Soul, dragging her wetness over his thigh while he kissed her like he needed her for air. I had never seen two people look so perfect.
Lost in bliss and chasing more of it. The only way I wanted them.
“Fuck.” Christian’s gruff voice didn’t break the spell.
If anything, he pulled me in deeper. Made me want to work harder, love them deeper.
I looked over and he was beside the bed, his dick hard against his thigh while he watched me fuck our girl. Precum beaded at his tip and my mouth watered, wondering how he tasted.
Slamming into Harlow, I kept my eyes on his erection. It got thicker with each pump of my hips. He liked watching me fuck this pussy as much as he liked being watched, and now I needed him too.
Chris reached down and closed his fist around the base of his dick, giving himself one slow, agonizing stroke while I split my gaze between him, Harlow and Soul.
It was a lot. A whole fucking lot. And I could get used to it.
“Get on the bed.” I told Christian.
I fucked into Harlow, palming her ass to keep her spread open so I could watch myself disappear inside of her with every thrust.
She was taking me so well, hand still massaging Soul’s length and her sensual cries getting swallowed by his kisses.
They were gonna make me fucking come. I could watch them like this all day. I loved how much he loved her and how she trusted us to take care of her.
“Get on the bed so I can watch you,” I repeated, panting. Then I was slowing my strokes to look at Christian. I had Harlow writhing beneath me, Soul kissing her and fucking his hand right here with me. And still, I wanted more. I wanted to be able to watch all of them fall apart for me. “Please, Christian. I need to watch you come for us.”
I wasn’t above begging. Not for this.
And when he climbed back in bed with us, his back pressed against the headboard while he fisted his dick with languid strokes, my whole world was at ease. Even if it wouldn’t last past this moment, at least I had this.
