Page 96 of Three Hockey Hotties

Her mouth is full, so she can’t answer me, but she reaches back with one hand and grips my hip, pulling me forward.

I surge into her, groaning as her tight heat grips me.

Fuck. I have never fucked a woman right after another man came inside her, but the dirtiness, the heat, the wetness is enough to have me fucking into her faster almost immediately.

“Make her come,” Dash repeats firmly.

I had every intention, but I love how insistent he is. I reach around and find her clit, circling, making her press her ass against me more firmly immediately.

“Or we could just edge her,” I say, slowing my circles and getting a whimper of protest from her. “Could just keep her right here, just tease her, while all three of us fuck her, use this gorgeous, tight, perfect body for our own pleasure. Maybe she just becomes our sweet little fuck toy.”

I feel her pussy clenching around me, right there, right on the precipice.

“I think she might like that,” I say. “Her pussy likes the idea of us just taking her over and over, filling her up again and again.”

Her inner muscles squeeze me even tighter.

“But,” I say, picking up the pace, circling my finger faster, pressing more firmly. “It would also be really fun to ring every single orgasm we possibly can from her until she can hardly form a coherent sentence, so she can barely get out of bed, so she never wants to leave us.” I am hammering with my hips now, circling fast, and all of a sudden she breaks apart.

She pulls her head back from Dash’s cock, crying and panting.

“Oh God, Benjamin. Dash. Oh God, yes! Oh, God!”

Dash is watching her with awe on his face.

I continue circling her clit until she grips my wrist, pulling my hand away. “Too much,” she pants.

I grip her hips with both hands then pound into her. “Fuck, Abby, you’re everything.”

A moment later, I spill into her, my orgasm feeling like it will go on for an hour.

I will never get over fucking this woman. And sharing this with the two men in my life, who mean the most to me is an ultimate pleasure I never could’ve imagined.

She sags against the back of the couch and Dash tenderly brushes the hair back from her face. “Abby girl,” he says softly.

She looks up at him. “You turn big guy,” she says, her voice breathless.

He shakes his head. “It’s okay. We can wait.”

That makes her straighten quickly. “No,” she protests, reaching for his arm and tugging him closer, though he’s already against the couch. “I want you now. Please.”

‘Please’ is the word that will always get her whatever she wants from Dash. Well, from all of us, of course, but Dash is wrapped so tightly around her little finger that he would cut off one of his legs for her if she said please.

“She can take it,” Kane tells him, reaching over and running a hand up and down her back. “Our girl knows herself. She knows what she wants.”

Abby gives him what looks like a grateful smile. “Yes. I do.”

I tuck myself back into my pants and step back, knowing cleanup will have to wait.

Unabashedly, Abby climbs up over the back of the couch and into Dash’s arms. She wraps her legs around him, and he cups her ass with his big hands.

“Fuck me, Dash,” she tells him before pressing her mouth to his in a deep kiss.

He carries her around the edge of the couch, then lowers them both to the cushions.

“Missionary?” Kane asks, teasing in his tone.

Dash lifts his head and looks over at Kane with a grin. “Yup.”