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My voice comes out in a breathy mess. “It’s the first day of this entire trip that I haven’t been fucked. It’s all I could think about.”
He growls deep in his deep and nips at my skin, running his teeth across my jaw and down my throat. Oh my. He inserts a finger without resistance and I shift my hips, riding his hand. He pumps his finger, inserting another, my orgasm building.
I feel it at the back of my neck, that delicious feeling growing.
The sound of my wetness fills the living room, joined by my heavy breathing and Jake’s low growls.
“Ride my hand until you come all over me, baby. I’m going to make you come so fucking hard, and then I’m going to spread those beautiful legs of yours and fuck your asshole
until you scream.”
That’s the only kind of talking I want right now. His words make me clench around his fingers; I grab onto his wrist and thrust my hips one more time. My orgasm washes through me and I cover my mouth to stop my moan. Aiden and Zaid are still sound
asleep.
Jake smiles, smug and satisfied. He draws his hand from me, and I fall against his chest, catching my breath.
He pats my thigh once. “I want you naked when I fuck you.”
My stomach coils and I stand, quickly pulling off my shirt and sweatpants. Jake stands,
taking off his own shirt as he moves to the other empty couch. He sits down, watching me
with slow, hooded eyes as he fists his cock.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
My skin breaks out in goosebumps, and I make my way toward him. I;m about to straddle his hips when he grabs onto my waist and turns me around. He pulls me onto his lap with my back to his chest, his hands grabbing my ass and his thumb pressing into my hole.
I gasp, my back arching. I glance over at Zaid and Aiden, their bodies still slumped over with sleep.
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Jake drags his fingers to my pussy, gathering the wetness there and spreading it to my ass. The moment he presses the head of his cock there, I hiss.
“Jake,” I moan, reaching back to grip the base of his cock.
I line him up better, lifting myself up and then slowly lowering onto him.
His fingers dig into my hips, and he moans against my back. “Fuck. Fuck, you’re tight.”
I let my head fall back, slowly lowering myself on his length until my muscles clench around him, pulsing from the intrusion. Every time it feels better, every time I feel fuller.
For a moment, we just breathe into each other. His hands run up and down my spine before they spread my ass cheeks so he can get a better look.
“Alina, fuck, I will never get enough of you, baby.”
I shift my hips, but he stops me with his hands on my hips.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he chuckles. “Take it easy on me. I’m just a man.”
I laugh, nestling the back of my head onto his shoulder and closing my eyes. We just sit there still, together. Connected. My ass clenches around him and he moans softly into my
ear, kissing my earlobe.
Without warning, he grabs me from the bottom of my thighs and lifts me, then drops me.
I moan, my skin breaking out into goosebumps.
He lifts me three more times before he stills. “You gonna join us or just stare?”
I stiffen, looking over at both of the guys. Aiden is still sound asleep, but Zaid is awake, watching us. His eyes drop down from my face to my pussy, and I suddenly become aware of how spread apart my legs are.
He adjusts the growing bulge in his pants and stands, making his way toward us. My heart hammers in my chest, anticipation, excitement, and relief flooding me. He says nothing, just places one hand on the couch and leans in. He kisses me, dropping his other hand between my legs where he circles my clit.
I jolt, moaning into his lips. His tongue explores me like he’s starving for it and that, combined with his hand on my clit, and Jake’s cock in my ass, has me falling over my
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edge.
I tremble, whimpering into Zaid’s kiss. My hands drop to his wrist on instinct, but he
doesn’t let that stop the precise movements of his fingers.
I feel Jake’s hands on my thighs as they tighten. His breath is a struggle and I know he’s
close.
I’m dizzy, delirious.
Zaid lifts his hand from the couch, wrapping it around my throat to angle my head. It lets him thrust his tongue down my throat, devouring me as I struggle to breathe.
He pinches my clit, and I shatter, crying into him as my entire body crumples into itself. My nipples peak, my pussy clenching on nothing as my asshole grips tightly onto Jake’s
cock.
His fingers dig into my ass cheeks, holding me still, and he pumps me full of his cum.
