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Tristan took full advantage by curling both hands along the lower curve of her ass. He drew both thumbs ever closer until the hovered outside her lips.
She rocked back against him, but he denied her a full entry each time. His cock was pounding out a staccato heartbeat against the mattress, but he wouldn’t relent. He wanted her begging.
Her moans were muffled.
Tristan peered up over her spankable ass to see her take more than half of Randy into her mouth. The slurp of her lips as she swallowed intensified the matching pulse of his blood.
When she took Rand even deeper, Tris leaned down and swiped his tongue along her slit. Too good. Her taste woke up his senses faster than a hit of espresso.
Fuck.
He forgot to hold back. Instead, he lapped up every bit of her cream and searched out more. He drove his middle and first finger inside to draw out more of her.
She released Rand with a pop and cried out a name. His name? Goddamn right it better be his. He pushed her legs open wider and dragged her up onto her knees.
He needed all of her.
Access to everything. To ready her for him. He needed to get inside her. To slake this need that pushed everything else out of his brain. He curled his fingers under her to find her clit. There was no soft or slow now. He hit every spot that he’d learned in the few days of knowing her.
When she gripped the sheets and bowed her head, he stopped.
“Don’t stop.” Her breath crowded her voice.
“You stop, I stop.”
She slapped the mattress, but her mouth covered Rand’s cock again. She rocked forward to take him deeper, then slammed back on Tris’s mouth. She wouldn’t follow orders quietly.
So damn hot.
But she fucking followed them. Because she wanted the high as much as the both of them did. The pleasure that spiked so hard and so deep there were reverberations for tens of minutes. There was no quick pop of release between the three of them.
There was only this.
Helpless to stop the freight train of satisfaction, he followed instincts that bloomed bigger and brighter every time he touched her.
Tristan dragged his thumb through her endless wetness and up to her rosette. He circled his thumb there. She moaned louder, but she didn’t stop.
Randy reached above his head for the headboard and bowed up. Tristan fed the chain. From his mouth to Juliet’s pussy, and her mouth to Rand’s surging cock. They were in a tandem fall off a cliff. Her rosette flexed and pulsed under his touch. His thumb passed through the tight ring of muscles as his other hand worked her clit.
She dripped over his palm, onto his tongue, and infused him with her unique flavor. Flooding his taste buds and slickening his skin with every pass.
Tristan couldn’t take it anymore.
Not without blowing his load into the damn sheets.
He didn’t want it there.
He would rather paint her gorgeous ass than to use the bedding. But even more, he wanted that heavenly heat clasped around his dick.
Tristan managed to tear his mouth away from her. He kept her primed. The tips of his fingers cramped, but he didn’t stop. She was so close.
He hauled her back until his cock bumped against her pussy.
Just another inch and he could dive in.
Tristan threw his head back, clamping his fingers around the base of his cock to give him a modicum of restraint.
Rand chased her into the center of the bed. He was on his knees, his cock bobbing in front of her face.
