I widen my legs and invite him to look between them. Skipper takes this opportunity to plunge another finger inside of me. Making intense eye contact with Carter, I bite my lip and moan. Loud.
Sure, he’s an asshole. But you don’t have to be on good terms with someone to have sex with them.
“Don’t you want to join?” I tease a finger through my folds. “Or are you more of a watcher these days?”
“For now, he’ll have to watch.” Skipper takes his fingers out of me and replaces them with something else.
Something that fills me up in an instant.
“Oh my god,” I gasp as he slips it in, my body instantly joining with his. I bring my legs up high and lie back so he can take me.
I’m not one to surrender, but for an orgasm I’ll do whatever it takes.
I lock eyes again with Carter from the pillow, parting my lips to release another moan. He tenses in response.
He probably thinks I can’t see him touching himself from this position. But he’s wrong. I see every stroke. Hear every grunt.
“Fuck,” Skipper says. “I can’t hold on much longer.”
“You don’t need to.” I spread my legs even more to accommodate his length. “I want to feel you let go inside of me.”
I try to get my vision straight so I can watch Skipper as he comes. He grits his teeth and drives into me as the other two watch, releasing with a groan.
Vex takes the stage once Skipper is done, flipping me over onto my stomach and thrusting into me from behind.
It’s the perfect opportunity to watch Carter. His hand disappears into his pants again, stroking something long and hard.
Our night together probably meant different things to each of us. Yes, I’m no stranger to one-night stands, but that night with Carter has always stood out to me, and not just because he gave me my son.
He knew how to move.
To him, I was probably just a number.
That’s never bothered me before until now, as I watch him stroke his dick in front of me. If I wasn’t on the verge of unconsciousness, I’d probably feel a pang of jealousy. How dare he fuck other girls after me?
I’mthe only one who’s supposed to experience him.
Vex drives into me with force, spanking me hard. It should hurt, but it’s the kind of pain that transitions into pleasure.
After being in control for three years, it feels good to take a step back and let somebody else take over. I’ve been in charge of my own libido for far too long. Now, I’m getting sent to cloud nineandgetting paid.
Vex’s length reaches areas inside of me that haven’t been touched since Carter. Struggling for air, I tilt my head upward and gasp to get some oxygen in.
My pleasure is reaching its peak again. I clutch the bedsheets and hold on for dear life as Vex thrusts inside.
Talk about a good time.
I don’t think it can get any better than this.
Especially when Skipper returns to run his hands all over my body again. “Flip her over,” he demands. “I want her on her back.”
Do I weigh nothing to these men? They handle me with ease, turning me onto my back.
Skipper twists my nipples.
And that’s when I scream.
I lose my vision but also paradoxically gain it at the same time. I see stars, each one a different color. The pleasure moves through me in one long wave. I ride it out, my legs spread wide to allow Vex to come deep inside.
