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“Watch him touch me, Daddy. I like it.” I lick my lips and mewl, caught in a silent firestorm between the two men. Heath glaring at Wyatt, and Wyatt—my sweet, happy himbo—taking control of the situation in a way I did not see coming.
Heath sinks back in his chair, his expression tortured and his erection clear. “Are you going to fuck him, Emily?”
I nod slowly. “I need to.”
“We could go upstairs,” Wyatt drawls, clearly enjoying this. “If you don’t want to watch.”
“No,” I gasp. My nipples tighten, my little breasts feeling suddenly heavy. “I want to do it here.”
“Dirty girl.” Wyatt chuckles and shifts me forward, so I can brace myself on his thighs. And then I feel his cock, nudging between my thighs. “Rub against that, sweetheart. Show Daddy how much your pussy likes my cock.”
“Like this?” I keep my gaze locked on Heath as I shift my weight again and wrap my fingers around Wyatt’s erection.
I really do like it against my slick core. Just like earlier, I marvel at how hard it is, rigid in my grasp, but soft on the surface. Velvet-wrapped steel is a cliched euphemism that would have made me laugh a week ago, but right now? That’s what I’m frantically grinding my clit against.
And it feels so good.
But I can’t figure out how to get it inside me, not from this angle. And I can’t look away from Heath.
“Turn around, little one,” he says, his voice rough and raw. “I’m watching. I’m right here.”
“I…”
“Turn around,” he repeats. “And once you and Wyatt have this together, then it’ll be Daddy’s turn.”
Oh, it’s so much hotter when he says it.
I cry out, my need rabid now, and I twist around. Wyatt catches me, and I brace myself on his shoulders, aching with how much I need him inside me.
His gaze hitches on my face for a moment, then drags down to the juncture of my legs, where I’m fumbling with his cock—it’s so big—rubbing it against my swollen, hungry pussy—still so small, despite how much I want this. And he watches as I find the spot, the place where just the tip of him notches into the entrance of me, and we both stop breathing.
He feels huge. Throbbing, solid, and unyielding. I try to sink onto him, and nothing happens. He slides his hands up my thighs, his breath dragging in and out of his massive chest as he tries to hold still.
“Does it feel good?” I whisper.
He groans. “You’re perfect. Gonna make a mess in you, I swear.”
“You aren’t even inside me yet.”
“I am, baby. Just a little. But you’re taking me in. Oh fuck, Emily, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Your little pussy is stretched so wide around me.”
My eyes feel like they’re saucers. “It doesn’t hurt yet.”
“Maybe it won’t.” He grins at me. “Does it feel good?”
I roll my hips, trying to find the words to describe it. “It’s…a lot.” Another roll, and this time, it’s his eyes that go wide.
“Oh fuck.”
“Am I going to make you come?” I’m so pleased at the thought, but he looks horrified.
“Not before you.”
“I might not. I read that, in a book.”
“Fuck that book. You come first.” He glances over my shoulder. “Right, Heath?”
Losing my virginity by committee is a very surreal experience. And I’m too stuffed full of dick to turn around and look at Heath’s expression. I imagine it’s a glower of some kind, and that gives me another burst of slickness. I roll my hips, trying to take more of Wyatt’s thick length, and—oh.
