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She opens her eyes even as the last vestiges of her orgasm shudder through her and we lock gazes as she sucks in every last drop of my essence, swallowing with my cock still resting on her lips. She flicks her tongue over the tip, like she hasn’t had enough.
Un-fucking-believable. That’s what she is.
I step back, letting out the breath I’ve been holding.
Michael and I exchange a look. I give him a nod.
His turn.
The silent language we’ve learned over the last year allows us to all enjoy Danielle together and give her what she needs. I need a minute to regroup, but our girl will not be satisfied yet.
Michael helps her off the chair, wrapping his arms around her to steady her. "You need me to fill you up some more, pretty girl?"
"Yes." Her head bobs eagerly.
"Here, lay on your forearms on the desk so you’re far enough back from the edge to make room for your belly." He uses his large hands to guide her, his touch obviously gentle.
Crew looks wrecked but the minute Danielle bends over according to Michael’s instructions he sits up straighter before resting his forearms on his thighs so he can get closer to watch. Danielle’s tight ass lifting again in the air has my mouth hot. My cock stirs again. Smacking her ass is something I never get tired of and I greedily reach out and run my palm over her lightly before shifting fully out of the way.
Michael moves in behind her and when he takes her, she gasps. His thrusts are powerful, rapid, and I know exactly how he’s feeling—like he never wants to be anywhere but in that pussy.
"Give that little pussy what it needs," I encourage, running a hand over my cock so I can be ready again for her.
Crew is doing the same.
We should let Michael get her off and explode himself, then head home before continuing, but we’re all raw and emotional and turned on by our girl, so I’m not sure that’s going to happen. We might be here all damn night.
Michael runs one big hand up and down her back as he fucks her. "Press back, sweet girl," he murmurs. "That’s it. Take me deep."
"Oh, my God, Michael," Dani says breathlessly. "You’re so big and I’m so sensitive."
"You feel like fucking heaven," he tells her, sliding his hand around to first cup her belly, then lower to play with her clit. "So hot. So wet. So damned perfect."
She reaches back and grasps his hip, clutching him closer. "It’s all so good. It’s almost too much."
Doc picks up the pace, fucking her faster. "You can take it. It’s never too much for this perfect, greedy little pussy."
"Oh, God," she moans.
"You’re going to come again," I tell her, moving closer. I lean over and clasp her chin, looking directly into her eyes. "And then again. You’re not going to be able to walk out of here, Danielle. You’re going to have our cum filling you up and running down your leg as we carry you out of here."
She moans and Michael gives a low, "Fuck. She likes that."
I run my fingers through her hair. "Our perfect, sweet, amazing girl. You have no idea how much we love that you’re also our perfect dirty slut."
"Yes," Michael says through gritted teeth, clearly responding to Danielle’s pussy’s response. "Grip me like that, Dani. Milk me."
I love that this sweet woman loves dirty talk. I doubt anyone who has met her in her quaint little bookshop, or watched her cheering for Crew in her Racketeers gear, or seen her smiling sweetly and walking between the three of us as we go out to dinner, as if she’s this meek little thing that needs her big men protecting her, would believe how she loves our filthy words and, even more, our filthy actions.
I reach underneath her and pluck at a nipple as I lean in to kiss her. I stroke my tongue along hers deeply, then say, "You need to come around your husband’s cock, my beautiful dirty girl, so your other husband can fuck you and then your fiancé can make you come again."
Of course, that’s what does it. Our girl comes hard, with a loud cry, gripping my hand, and Michael’s hip as she shatters.
Nearly a half hour later, Danielle is limp and spent. Crew gathers her up into his arms and carries her to the couch. He’s peppering her with sweet, devotional kisses.
"I’m going to have to redecorate," I say as I zip my pants back up. "I will never be able to look at this desk or chair again without getting hard."
Danielle gives a soft giggle, her arms around Crew’s neck. "I would hate to distract you from work."
