The shock of it makes her cry out, fingers suddenly digging into my arms, but she doesn’t break her kiss with Miles. I watch her fall apart as I bury my cock in her, her pussy clenching and pulsing.
“Oh, you’re such a good girl,” I groan out, my hands finding her ass and squeezing.
Emmett’s hand travels down her back, holding her steady, as I thrust into her pussy.
“Brody,” she whimpers, meeting my eyes.
I rear back and pound into her, letting Emmett hold her. “You still mad?”
She laughs, breathless. “Fuck off,” she says, but her face is contorted with pure pleasure.
“My turn.” Emmett pulls her off me. I stroke myself, the lubrication from her pussy feeling good against my shaft.
I watch as Emmett kisses her, and she moans into his mouth as he lifts her up and settles her on top of him, his cock sliding in without a second’s hesitation. He growls, “God, you feel good.” She grabs his hair with both hands, yanking him back for another kiss.
I watch them for a second, my heart punching at my ribs as I think about what I really fucking want.
Her ass.
Emmett’s lying back on the bed, and his hands are on her hips, guiding her up and down his cock, his face full of pleasure. Miles is already climbing up to line his cock up with her mouth.
And that gives me my goddamn opening.
I move behind her, palm her ass, and then slide two fingers along her slit, letting the wetness coat my hand before I press gently at her back entrance. She shudders, glancing over her shoulder at me, and I see the heat in her eyes.
“Can I have you there, baby?” I run my fingers over it again.
“I’ve never…” Her voice trails off as Emmett buries himself in her and then stills. “I’ve never done this.”
“You can tell me you don’t want to,” I reassure her, easing up on the pressure. “We don’t have to.”
“But he’ll be gentle, if you want to try,” Miles nods, locking eyes with me. “I trust Brody to handle it.”
“Me, too,” Emmett breathes out, his gaze on Georgia as he brushes some of her hair out of her face. “He’s the one to do this.”
She falls silent for a few moments, chewing on her bottom lip. I press my fingers gently against her ass once more.
“Just tell me if this feels good.”
She sucks in a breath as I gently slide a finger in. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” My cock throbs at the thought of burying it inside her. “Let’s do one more.”
Georgia nods. The guys’ eyes are on me as I stretch her open even more. She gasps, but then surprises me by moaning.
“More, give me more,please.”
Oh shit.My dick throbs as I keep working her tight little hole.
She grinds back against me, desperate. “Yes. Yes, please.”
I add a third finger, opening her up, and she whimpers, her hips rocking back and forth between us, consequently riding Emmett’s cock. I love the way she loses control, the way she lets herself be taken, never afraid to demand more.
She’s so goddamn perfect.
Miles stays kneeling on the bed in front of Georgia, stroking himself as he waits for his turn. Her eyes go wide, and she leans forward, taking the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking him down so deep he curses under his breath.
The sight of it—her bouncing on Emmett, Miles’s cock stuffed down her throat, my fingers opening her up from behind—makes me lose every last ounce of restraint.
