Page 137 of Wish I May


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“You’re so fucking hot,” Jesse said and kissed her.

She kissed him back, clinging to him, then tore her mouth clear when her feet, dangling off the floor, hit the edge of the mattress.“What’re you doing?”

“Getting you into position.Put your feet on the bed.”

“Okay,” she said, putting her right foot up first, then her left, but her left foot hit something other than mattress.

“Ow,” Knox said.

“Shit, sorry.”She craned her neck to see behind her.“Did I step on you?”

“Just my thigh,” he told her and guided her foot to the outside of his leg.

“Steady?”Jesse asked.

“I guess so,” she answered, not understanding the logistics of what was happening.If Jesse was going in her pussy and Knox in her ass, shouldn’t Jesse lie down so she could get on top of him?

“Okay, good.Now, hang onto my neck, and squat down.”

“Squat down?”she repeated, confused then Knox grabbed her hips from behind and she realized what he’d meant by differently.“Oh!”

“Easy, baby,” Jesse murmured, hands sure on her waist, Knox’s firm on her hips.“We’ve got you.”

“This feels really weird,” she confessed, inching down.“Like I’m going to fall.”

“We won’t let you.”Knox’s voice was steady, his breath warm against her back.“Bend your knees, love, or you’re going to sit on my chest.”

“Sorry,” she said and managed to unlock her knees enough to bend them.They lowered her slowly down—and good thing, because her trembling legs would’ve given right out—until the blunt, wet head of Knox’s dick brushed her now spread ass cheeks.

“Hang on a sec, Jesse,” Knox said, shifting one of his hands from her hip.“Let me get lined up.”

“I’ve got her,” Jesse said, smiling into Chloe’s eyes.“How’re you doing, sweetheart?”

“I’m good.”She licked her lips, watching his eyes follow the motion.“Nervous.”

“Scared nervous or excited nervous?”

“Excited,” she said, and it was true.Her breasts ached, her pussy throbbed.And her asshole, with Knox’s dick now nestled right up against it, pulsed in anticipation.

“Okay,” Knox said.“I’m set.”

“Ready?”Jesse asked.

She nodded.

“Deep breath,” Jesse reminded her, and with her arms wrapped tight around his neck, eased her down.

Knox slid into her ass, the lube and Jesse’s fingers having eased the way.He was thicker than she remembered, always thicker than she remembered, sucking the breath out of her lungs and seizing her muscles as she fought the instinct to wrench free even as her pussy wept and her clit pulsed.

“Easy, love,” Knox murmured in her ear, his hand sliding across her stomach to grip the opposite hip, his other hand no doubt still holding his dick in place.“Hold her there, Jess, let her adjust.”

“I’ve got her,” Jesse repeated, his eyes on hers, still smiling while she panted and puffed through the riot of sensation.“She’s doing great.”

“How…would you know?”she gasped, a little annoyed that he thought he could read her so well.

“Because I can see your pussy, baby,” he told her, his voice dropping an intimate octave.“And you’re not gonna need extra lube.”

“Use it anyway,” she said and wiggled on Knox’s dick.