Page 305 of Breathe Like Hell

Mason shoved his hand down the front of her pajama pants and Dakota tossed her head back, whining and gripping his wrist as he pumped his fingers.

I could barely keep my eyes on the road, especially not when Mason’s other hand pushed up Dakota’s sweatshirt to cup her exposed breast. She leaned back into him, rolling her hips, pushing her chest out.

The smell in the truck was so thick I could almost taste it.

Angelic sex pheromones and Dakota’s arousal, intertwining deep in my lungs.

The three of us barely made it inside the door of my house before we were tearing Dakota’s clothes off of her, everything discarded in haphazard piles. Mason’s clothes came off next, and so did mine. Dakota was barely able to stand up on her own so Mason dragged her over to the couch and set her on his lap, facing away from him.

She angled her hips, immediately sinking down onto his thick cock, her mouth falling open on a moan. I grabbed her throat and kissed the moan right off her lips, her hands grabbing desperately at my body.

I broke the kiss and got on my knees in front of them both, watching Dakota’s eyebrows slant together as I lowered my mouth to her pussy. She was so fucking wet, dripping all over Mason’s dick and his balls, her hips rolling as she fucked him.

I couldn’t stop from kissing her clit, licking the place where Mason stretched her, dragging my tongue lower to his testicles. He groaned, hips flexing.

I kept flicking my tongue on Dakota’s clit over and over, loving the way she whimpered and pleaded for more. Always more. I was happy to give her more. She was squirming, bucking her hips while Mason played with her tits, tugging on her nipples until she was panting.

None of us seemed capable of tempering our depravity. At all.

We were nothing more than a blur of mindless arousal.

Rushed and sloppy and disgustingly horny.

I loved it.

I grabbed Dakota’s hips hard, stopping her bouncing so I could eat her cunt better, licking up all her arousal that’d dripped down and was coating my lips and tongue. I flattened my tongue over her pulsing clit, feeling the swollen shape of her, flipping my tongue back and forth as her thighs started to shake.

Mason spread his legs wider, in turn spreading hers wider, pushing her hips forward so she couldn’t shy away from my mouth.

I leaned down to put my tongue at the entrance of her pussy, licking her soft wet flesh, licking the base of Mason’s hard cock as he slowly pumped into her. Lower again, to his balls, then back up to Dakota’s clit.

I grabbed his balls with my hand, tugging on them, massaging them.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Dakota whined, her voice breathy and high-pitched.

I could sense the moment she clamped down on Mason’s cock, her legs trembling, her clit so fucking needy on my tongue. Mason thrust up into her harder a few more times, then I watched the vein at the base of his cock pulsing as he filled Dakota with his cum. I impatiently lifted her up, then pressed my lips straight to her entrance, licking his cum out of her tight hole.

My cock ached, so fucking hard I couldn’t think of anything except sticking it inside of something hot and slick, thrusting until I came.

Dakota swiveled her hips, Mason’s cum dripping out of her into my mouth, coating my tongue as I pushed it inside of her. Precum dripped from my dick, my balls drawn up tight with the need to come. I felt half-crazed just thinking about it.

So fucking horny I wasn’t thinking straight.

I tried, vaguely, to think straight. But I was still a man.

I didn’t give her much warning before standing up and yanking her all the way off the couch into my arms. Mason was right behind us as I stalked upstairs and tossed her on my bed. Her tits bounced as she landed on the mattress, her hair splayed out on the pillow, soft and golden and shiny.

I climbed onto the bed on top of her, my hips settling between her spread thighs, my cock gripped in my hand. Mason leaned down to grab her throat as he kissed and licked along her jaw.

“You want his dick?” he questioned low in her ear.

She was squirming, her face all red as she bit her lip and stared down at said dick, every vein bulging along my shaft. I pressed the head to her clit, then lower, gliding it through her wetness.

“Do you want it, baby girl?” I asked.

A mindless nod.

I notched myself at her entrance but didn’t push inside. Dakota whined in protest, panting hard. Wetness and cum were dripping down from her pussy to her ass.