“I’m eager to see how you make this work,” I told her, urging her to continue. “No doubt in my mind you can make us both come. Hell, sometimes you damn near make me come with a look.”
That seemed to please her as she straddled Jinx’s hips, facing me as she did.
“Put your cock inside me,” she instructed Jinx, abiding by the no-hands rule.
I liked this angle. It allowed me to watch every expression on her face as Jinx’s thick cock pressed against her entrance. She sank down on him slowly, her nipples pebbling and her chest rising and falling as the pleasure intensified.
I tapped the face of my watch, reminding her of the time.
“I need you to move closer,” Laikyn told me. “So I can suck you while I fuck him.”
I loved her candor.
I did as she wanted, moving so my legs bracketed the outside of Jinx’s. There was enough space between us to stretch our legs as long as we kept our knees somewhat bent. As it was, he could’ve stroked my cock with his feet.
Not that Laikyn allowed it. She leaned forward and took me in her mouth, then began to fuck herself on both ends. She rocked forward and back, taking me to the root. On the reverse, she was impaling herself on Jinx’s cock. I watched Jinx as he gripped her hips and guided her down. His eyes were hooded, and he was staring at the point where their bodies were joined.
It was hot.
Laikyn eventually reversed, sitting on my dick and sucking her juices off of Jinx’s.
“Thata, girl,” I groaned. “Fuck me, Laikyn. Your pussy’s so fucking wet.” I kneaded her ass. “You like this, don’t you?”
Her body clutched me tightly, proof that the vulgar language was helping.
Although I had every intention of holding out, it wasn’t nearly as easy as I thought it would be. Certainly not when she began bouncing on my dick.
She changed two more times, but each time, she was losing momentum, and I was sure she realized that. But she never stopped trying.
“How long?” she asked when she was once more sitting astride me, facing Jinx.
“Forty-five seconds.”
Her hips stilled for a moment and she lifted up. “Fuck it.”
I growled roughly when she dropped down on me, taking my cock as deep as she could. I felt her hand brushing the base of my cock. She was touching herself and Jinx was getting the show of his life.
“Oh, yes,” she hissed. “Oh, fuck. It’s too good.”
She was right. It was. I was dangerously close to detonating, my breaths sawing in and out of my lungs as she assaulted me with friction so fucking good it bordered on pain.
“Goddamn, girl,” I hissed. “Oh fuck. Make me come, Laikyn.”
I no longer gave a shit about the time. I was blinded by a need so intense I wasn’t sure I would survive it.
Laikyn groaned, the sound echoing with her desperation. I understood because I felt it, too.
When she whimpered, I knew she was close, and I gave myself permission to come when she did. It happened at the same time the watch beeped, signaling her time was up. She screamed, a sweet, tormented sound that triggered my release. I came inside her, gripping her hips, forcing her to be still as her pussy milked me.
As soon as I let go of her hips, she pulled off me and was on Jinx. She didn’t turn to face me as she straddled him, gripping the steely stalk of his dick and guiding it where she wanted him.
Arousal slammed through me when I realized he was drenched in my cum as soon as he lodged deep inside. There was a good chance he realized it, too, because he shifted, holding Laikyn’s hips and fucking her from underneath. She gasped as she bounced on him, groaning with every thrust until finally, Jinx wrapped his arms around her and thrust in one final time.
“Yes, Jinx … oh, fuck!”
That went exactly as I’d expected. Only better. More intense.
When Laikyn rolled off Jinx, she flopped onto her back and giggled. “You win, but I don’t care.”
