“He can take it. Can't you?”
“I can.” Moaned Malcolm. “It feels so good, flower, stretch my ass.”
“Shit, Malcolm.” I sucked in a breath. He wasfilthy. Who would have thought that the lead singer of a popular band would be this dirty in the bedroom?
I rocked my hips forward then pulled out slightly and forward again. Slowly gaining momentum in my thrusts.
Mal dropped his face into the bed, keening in pleasure the faster I got. “That's it, flower,” He gasped, the tattoo on his throat jumping. “Just like that.”
“Feels good?” I asked, flushing at how breathtaking he was like this, coming undone for me.
“So fucking good, go harder.” Mal lifted his head, licking his lips. “Own me, flower.”
“Fuck.” I shivered and snapped my hips, fucking him like I had always wanted to be fucked.Hard and dirty.I surged forward, kissing him hard, slipping my tongue into his mouth.
Malcolm moaned against my lips, melting under me and making the most delicious whimpers when I thrusted deep.
“Ain’t that a sight.” Ethan breathed from behind me and I felt a dip on the bed then his hands running from my ass up my back only moments later. “You look stunning taking care of him, Rosebud, but who's taking care ofyou?”
“Isn't that your job?” I sassed, feeling more confident. I knew my pussy was soaked and it needed to be filled soon. Fucking Malcolm was incredible, but it wouldn't make me cum.How I wish it would.
Ethan hummed, his hands tracing down my arms then back to my hips and over my ass. “Are you turned on from fucking him, Rosebud?”
“Why don't you find out?” I teased, rolling my hips and spreading my legs. My core was twitching with the thought of Ethan’s touch on it.
One of Ethan’s hands traveled down between my thighs, spreading my lips as a finger slid inside. “You'resoaked, Rosebud.” He husked and thrusted his finger in and out a few times before adding a second, then a third. “Fuck, Blake.” A whisper came against my ear.
“Please do.” I rocked between them, thrusting forward into Malcolm then sinking onto Ethan’s fingers when I pulled out. Malcolm's moans echoing around the room.
“As you wish, my Rosebud.” He breathed and removed his fingers, immediately thrusting his cock inside, drawing a pleasured yelp from my lips and forcing me into Mal.
“Ah!” Malcolm tossed his head back, dropping to his elbows. “Fucking hell.”
“Does it feel good to fuck while getting fucked?” Ethan asked against my ear, making me shiver.
“Yes. It feels good, you're so deep, Ethan.”
His hands gripped my ass cheeks, squeezing and shaking them. He cursed under his breath, fucking into me harder.
“I'm gonna cum, fuck, Blake, you're gonna make me cum.” Mal gasped and groaned, shaking his ass on the toy, one hand between his legs.
“Cum for Blake, Songbird. Show her how good she's doing.” Ethan reached around me and grabbed his hip, his voice a rough command.
Malcolm grunted and hung his head, gripping at the sheets with one hand as he came.
Fuckthat was hot.
I wanted to rub my clit, but the toy was in the way. I was so worked up, I wanted to cum too. I was so close and just needed more stimulation.
Ethan pulled us out of Mal and gripped my elbows. “Ready for your reward for being such a good girl?” He husked, his breath ghosting my skin.
I licked my lips, drawing out my own anticipation. “Yes.”
His grip on my arms tightened and his hips slammed into me with a force I've only ever dreamed of.
The same way I fucked Malcolm.
At the end anyway, once I let go and fucked him how I wanted to be fucked. Ethan was doing the same to me.No. He wasn’t fucking me. He wasusing me.
