Page 127 of Three Hockey Hotties

“Never,” Benjamin answers, stroking his fingers through her hair.

“You’re so good at it,” she says. Then she moans, and I assume Dash is doing something that feels good.

Then his hand brushes over my balls, and I realize that yes, he has a finger at least partially in her ass.

She wiggles, and I squeeze her hips.

“Relax,” I coach. “You’re all ours now. Let us take care of you. Just remember your safe word.”

She nods, her cheek brushing against my chest.

“What is it?” Dash asks, his finger moving in and out.

“Carrot cake,” she says obediently.

“Good girl,” Benjamin tells her. “Use it. You’re not going to hurt our feelings or upset us.”

“Okay,” she says. “I will. But please don’t stop otherwise.”

“We’re not going to stop until you are screaming in pleasure,” Benjamin promises.

She moans again, this time deeper and longer.

“That’s our good, beautiful girl,” Dash praises, and I assume that he has progressed in stretching and prepping her.

“Need you,” she tells Benjamin, reaching out and wrapping a hand around his cock. He grits his teeth as she starts to stroke him, then shifts closer as she leans over, opening her mouth.

He lets her lick and suck on his tip, but then she makes a frustrated noise and reaches around, gripping his ass and pulling him closer.

He sinks deeper into her mouth and hisses out a breath as she moans her pleasure.

From underneath, with Dash playing with her ass, I don’t have much leverage, but I move my hips a little, moving in her pussy, feeling how wet she is, and she moans her approval of that as well.

Several minutes later, she pulls away from Benjamin's cock and says, “Dash, more. Please. I’m ready.”

“Abby —” he starts to protest.

But she frowns. “Please. I need more.”

“She can tell you to stop,” Benjamin says. “She knows.”

Dash takes a deep breath and then withdraws his fingers.

Abby moans a protest at that, but then he adds more lube to his cock, moves into position, and presses forward.

“Yes,” she encourages. “Dash. More. Oh my God.”

I feel my friend's cock against mine for the first time, and holy shit, this is hot. Not because I have a thing for Dash, but because we are filling our girl up together. We are giving her the ultimate pleasure at the same time. Loving her together.

I look up, and Dash's jaw is tighter than I have ever seen it. He’s going to break off his teeth the way he’s gritting them. But he is watching where he is slowly sliding into Abby. I don’t think he’ll miss a few teeth.

Benjamin crouches next to the bed so he can be face-to-face with her.

“You’re so goddamn gorgeous,” he tells her, petting her head, then cupping her cheek. “God, Abby, you were made for us.”

She’s panting, but she leans in for a kiss, and he obliges.

“How’s it going, buddy?” I ask Dash, also having trouble dragging oxygen fully into my lungs.