"But who said you can come? It's only when I say so," he says, biting her chin and moving the bites down her neck. The last one seems particularly hard, because she growls. "Now, on all fours, like a good girl."
This time, she obeys, sticking up the beautiful butt that Ethan also leaves a bite on. When he lifts his torso, his butt sinks even more onto my cock and it takes everything in me not to explode just from that. I grab him on instinct, pressing our bodies together.
"Ethan, fuck. I need it hard," I complain against his ear, and my friend laughs, grinding slowly.
"Hold tight, player. And enjoy the view," he asks, and it's my turn to bite his shoulder while I watch him put the condom on and slide into Charlie all at once. Our girl moans long and low, throwing her head back.
"Hold her hair," I say, and Ethan smiles, quickly winding the pink strands around his wrist. I bite my lip, satisfied.
"Now grab mine and fuck us both, sweetheart," he fires off, and I groan, obeying without even blinking. I thread the fingersof one hand into his short hair and pull without mercy, at the same time as I pull almost all the way out of his ass and go back in. Finally with the force I wanted.
It's wonderful and causes a chain reaction. I don't even know which of the three moans loudest.
We find a rhythm naturally: fast, desperate, and hard, because the three of us had already waited too long for this. Ethan manages to grind on my cock and fuck Charlie at the same time, and I swear this can only be heaven on earth.
When the need to come starts building at the end of my spine, I'm forced to squeeze the base of my cock hard and spread my legs wider, giving it my all to hold on just a little longer. Just until my hotties reach the peak first.
Thinking about that, I switch the grip from his hair to Ethan's neck and go back to murmuring against his ear:
"Is this how you dreamed of me fucking you hard?"
Ethan laughs.
"Oh, buddy... I've got years of erotic dreams about you," he confesses, and a mix of satisfaction and regret for not having done any of this sooner runs through my mind.
I lick his sweaty neck and sink my other hand deeper into his waist.
"And am I living up to the dreams? Was it always me fucking you good like this?"
"No. Reality is way, way better. Even more so adding this naughty girl underneath me," he answers, taking the chance to give Charlie's butt a smack. "But if you want to know, in my dreams sometimes it was me fucking you too."
The admission makes me shiver inside, more from anticipation than apprehension, which surprises me.
I smile and squeeze his neck, thrusting even harder, which makes the other two let out curses in unison.
"Maybe one day, huh? But first I'm going to mold that ass of yours to my cock," I decide, biting his shoulder, and Ethan hisses between moans.
"Fuck, yes. Do whatever you want! Just go harder!" It sounds like a desperate plea and I love it.
With a particularly loud moan, I watch Charlie shudder, curse, and say several disconnected things, which makes it clear she's at the gates of paradise. Feeling the same, Ethan pulls her torso to him and slides a hand to our girl's clit, without stopping thrusting, and the effect is immediate: she screams and comes hard.
Fuck, I'd give anything for there to be a mirror in this room so I could see the delicious scene from every angle. I'm going to have to buy one for every bedroom.
Maybe for the living room and kitchen too.
As if commanded by her pleasure, Ethan and I lose the last bit of control we had. He still has the strength to pull out of her, take the condom off, maneuver her body until she's lyingfacing him again, and then jerk off until he spurts onto Charlie's stomach.
Our princess seems exhausted and languid, but even so she doesn't take her eyes off the scene and even runs a finger through the spilled come, then brings it to her mouth.
"Delicious," she says, with pure depravity dripping from her gaze.
I groan in unison with my friend and follow him, coming so hard inside him that millions of stars form under my closed eyes and an overwhelming wave of pleasure runs through my whole body.
The last bit of strength I have is used to stroke Ethan's torso, still pressed against me. He lets his head fall against my shoulder.
"That was..." he murmurs, out of breath.
"It was so good we deserved a trophy," I finish, making the two of them laugh.
