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She mumbled against Hank’s shaft. She knew to ask for permission to come, a task quite difficult to accomplish when a man’s penis was pulsing at her throat. She grunted as Duke hammered inside her. Batting her eyelashes, she sucked harder as she drew Hank all the way to her tonsils.
“You need to come
, don’t you, submissive one?” Hank asked, keeping his cock buried to the hilt.
“Hmm…” she managed, swallowing the tip and releasing him halfway.
He refused to pull out and let her tell them of her wishes. Instead, he kept screwing her mouth.
“Good God, she’s tight,” Duke crooned, pushing the weight of his cock as deep as he could go. “She’s like a virgin.”
“Then that can only mean one thing,” Hank said, pulling out enough to let her drag her tongue across the slit. “You need to come, don’t you? You need to get off because it’s been a long time, hasn’t it sub?”
“Yes,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his crest as if to give him a firm, closed-mouth kiss. She pulled him between her cheeks again, flipping her tongue over the end of his cock, deliberately fluttering her tip against his shape.
“Good hell I love that damn tongue of yours.”
“Hmm, hmm. And I need an orgasm,” she teased, releasing him again. “Please.”
She was there already, and Duke wasn’t stopping her. He must’ve felt her walls collapse, the way they vibrated against his shaft.
“Come, Julie!” he screamed, fucking her like a wild man. His cock pounded inside her as she sucked Hank all the way to her throat, refusing to let him pull out until they’d all found their pleasure together.
Reaching that old familiar lover’s rhythm didn’t take long. Without a moment to spare, a pause, or delay, they rocked in tandem, moved in time.
* * * *
“I want to make love to you,” Hank told her as Duke slept later that evening. “But I can’t.”
She’d been dozing in and out as Hank and Duke sandwiched her. She was facing him when he made the confession against her lips, and the way he studied her warmed her heart.
“I didn’t think you liked making love.”
“Are you kidding me?” he asked, arching a brow.
“The only thing you and I ever did was fuck.”
“There’s a difference?”
“You know there is.”
“And what about tonight? What would you call that?”
“Delicious,” she said, stroking his cheek. “Incredible.”
“I’d call it making love.”
“Would you?”
“Yes,” he said, touching her nipple with his forefinger but never offering to further stimulate or caress the point. He just left the pad of his finger there as if to prove to her he could touch her without fully working to arouse her.
“What happened downstairs tonight?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Did you and Duke have a disagreement?”
“No,” he replied. “Are you kidding me? No one can argue with Duke.”
