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“What? How did you know?”
“You’re a perfect fit,” she replies, wiggling her hips backwards to sheath him even deeper.
Fuck that’s sexy.
“How are you still hard, though?”
“Because you drive me fucking crazy, brat,” he replies.
He gives a few more thrusts and then withdraws, making way for Cole.
Cole takes his time with her, teasing and having fun. He fucks her slowly, leisurely, like he has all the time in the world. It makes me impatient; I’m half tempted to pull his trick on Rhylie to speed the process up, but I don’t. Good things are worth waiting for and all that. Allegedly.
Rhylie seems to be enjoying the change of pace though; gasping and moaning sensually at his unhurried thrusts. I love the cacophony of sounds she makes - like a one-woman orchestra performing a masterpiece. It makes me contemplate how I’ll fuck her when it’s my turn. Too many options, not enough time.
It’s no good; I’m going to need her more than once.
Cole finishes and Rhylie whimpers her way through another orgasm. She has to be exhausted by now. I consider giving her a break...but, yeah, no...I can’t do that. The opportunity is too good to miss.
When I take my place beside the bed, I gently flip her over and remove the blindfold. May as well, she knows it’s me. I’m the only one left. I wait for her to adjust to the light, watching her as she blinks a few times and tries to catch her breath. Then I kiss her like I did at the start of the night, slowing things down.
I want to take my time with her, I really do. She’s a mess. Covered in sweat, panting hard, looking exhausted. So I kiss her some more, covering her whole body with mine, her pale flawless skin contrasting against every inch of ink on mine. I like it a lot.
I’m slow as I enter her, all thoughts of doggy-style forgotten. I want to see her face. I need to see every emotion play out on her face. I feel like I’ve been deprived all evening, so I plan to make the most of it now. Her eyes never leave mine, never stray south to check me out, and I appreciate that. Her eyes widen as I sink in, though, her earlier oral exploration not enough to prepare her for what I’ve got to give. I bite back a smile and kiss her again, starting to withdraw and slowly re-enter her again. Each time I do, I sink a little deeper, until I’m fully sheathed inside her.
I look down and smile as Rhylie’s eyelids flutter closed and she gives a contented sigh. She’s tight, but fits me like a glove. It’s like fucking coming home and I don’t ever want to leave. Yeah, I’m done with business abroad. It’s time to spend more time in the office. I need this woman to be mine.
I glance over at my brothers who are watching us avidly and I realise that they feel the same.
Looks like we all need this woman to be ours, then. Fine. Clearly, we don’t have a problem sharing. But will she? One night is all fine and good, but would she want this -us -as more than a one time thing? Fuck, I hope so.
I decide I’ve been gentle enough and I need to change the tempo, before I do something stupid like confess my undying love for her or some shit. I mentally give myself a shake for even joking about the L-word, because clearly I’m just being stupid and it’s too soon for that. Time to move.
I withdraw entirely, reluctantly, from Rhylie’s warm, wet depths and then slam back into her, loving how she arches up off the bed and cries out.
“More!” she begs.
“Again?” I ask with a grin.
“Yes!” I’m more than happy to oblige.
I repeat the action, another two, three, four times, and she squeals with delight at each pounding thrust.
Fuck it.
I speed up, holding my weight off her body and letting my hips do the work. Each time I slam home, I grind my pelvis against her clit and make her whimper.
It’s not enough.
Sliding one hand down between our hot, glistening bodies, I swirl my finger around her clit in time to my frantic thrusts. She grinds up into my touch and fists my hair with her hands, kissing me feverishly.
With a scream that I swallow with my kiss, she comes undone; the combination of her heat, her strength and her helpless sounds are my undoing, as I join her tumbling into the abyss of pleasure.
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“Well? What’s it going to be, brat? Do you still want to be reassigned away from Mr. Webber?” Cole asks her as she lays panting in a heap on the bed, several hours and rounds later.
I think we’re all as exhausted as she is, but we can’t seem to stop. I swear I’ve been drugged; I’ve never been so hard or horny in all my life - teenage years included.
