“Fuck,” Knox mutters under his breath. “You’re fucking stunning.”
I reach for the button of her jeans while she kicks off her shoes. Jagger watches from beside us, and the second her jeans hit the floor, he’s ripping off his shirt and unbuckling his belt.His jeans and boxers drop in one motion, and his cock springs free, already leaking precum.
Knox and I strip at the same time. Her eyes catch on me for a second, then drag lower. She swallows hard as Jagger climbs onto the bed and lies back beside her.
Leila doesn’t hesitate. She crawls between his thighs, with her gaze locked on him. The moment her mouth wraps around his cock, Jagger’s head hits the mattress and he groans.
“Fuck! That mouth,” he huffs out, one hand sinking into her hair. “I’ve dreamed about that mouth.”
Knox grabs Leila’s hips and pivots her slightly so her ass is almost at the edge of the bed as she remains on all fours. Then he kneels on the floor behind her and trails his hands up her thighs, parting them slowly as he dips his head down to taste her.
The sound she makes is muffled by Jagger’s cock, but her hips jerk at the first swipe of Knox’s tongue, and Jagger lets out a strangled laugh.
“She’s already fucking shaking.”
I drop to my knees beside Knox, tugging his boxers down, and his cock springs out, already hard. He lifts just enough for me to pull the fabric down to his ankles, then I get on all fours and take him into my mouth, letting him fill my throat as I mimic the rhythm of their movements above me.
It’s fucking perfect. Her mouth on Jagger. Knox’s tongue in her pussy and my lips around Knox.
Knox groans above me, his hips rocking shallowly into my mouth. “She tastes like fucking heaven,” he mutters. “I can feel her clenching. She’s going to come.”
“Don’t let her come yet,” Jagger orders.
I pull off Knox. “I want her next.”
“Take her,” Jagger commands.
I get to my feet behind her, placing one hand on her waist, and I guide myself to her soaked pussy with the other. Thesecond I push in, I swear I see fucking stars. She’s hot, tight, and dripping.
“Fuck, Leila,” I grit out, burying myself to the hilt.
Knox gets up on the mattress next to me and stands, which makes his groin nearly level with my head, and he brings his cock to my mouth again. I open for him as I fuck her deeper, grinding into her with long slow thrusts.
“You still want all of us, baby?” Jagger asks, now kneeling beside her head.
“Yes!” she gasps out. “Don’t stop.”
He guides his cock into her mouth once more while I slide harder into her from behind. Knox is fucking my mouth, with his hand in my hair, our rhythms syncing together.
I feel her body tighten around me, her cries muffled by Jagger’s cock. Her climax slams into her, and I fuck her through it, groaning as she strangles my dick with every wave that crashes through her. She’s barely come down from her high when Knox pulls himself from my mouth and takes my place, flipping her and spreading her wide.
“I need this,” he breathes out. “I need you.”
He thrusts into her, slow and deep, and she claws at the sheets, her legs trembling. As he fucks her, she reaches out for me, wrapping her small hand around my length, and I shuffle closer.
“Come on my face,” she says.
I have never heard better words.
Knox lifts one of her legs over his shoulder, adjusting his angle. “Hold on,” he growls, and his thrusts turn brutal as he pushes deeper and faster, making the slap of skin on skin echo through the room. Her body jerks with every drive of his hips, her moans tumbling out of her lips like he’s driving the air from her lungs.
Her hand doesn’t stop moving, and she pumps my cock like she needs both of us at once. She moans louder each time Knox hits the right spot. “Yes, fuck, Knox, fuck me harder. Yes, just like that,” she cries, throwing her head back, her sweat-slicked hair sticking to her throat.
I’m close already, how could I not be? She’s squeezing me just right every time Knox slams into her. Knox’s hands grip her hips, dragging her against him like he’s trying to fuck her through the fucking mattress. His name spills from her lips again and again.
“Fuck, baby, look at me,” I rasp, wrapping my fingers around her wrist to still her hand. I stroke myself—fast and tight—towering over her as Knox pounds into her writhing body.
Sweat beads at her temples as she looks at me, and everything inside me melts. She is ours.
