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She takes me harder as Sawyer walks through the living room, stopping to watch her for just a moment before deciding he simply can’t resist. He strides toward us and moves around to the front of the couch as Oakley watches him closely. Seeing just how close she is, he doesn’t try to get in on the action, simply takes her chin and pulls her head back before dropping his lips to hers and kissing her deeply.
Oakley groans into his mouth as he reaches around her body, gently pinching her nipple and making her gasp. Sawyer moves down to her pussy and takes over her clit, freeing my hand as he rubs tight circles. I lift my fingers to her tits, pinching her nipple again, addicted to the way her body jolts with the touch. She clenches around my cock as Sawyer meets my gaze, knowing exactly how his touch is affecting what she does to me, and there’s no denying Sawyer Thorne is one of the best doubles partners I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking with. He’s intuitive and thinks about the whole fucking scene, and instead of only trying to get himself off, he tries to make it better for everyone involved.
Fierce hunger fires through me, and for a moment, I almost consider inviting him to join, wanting to watch the way he takes her ass. Hell, I might even share and let him stretch that sweet cunt out further if she’s down for taking us both, but after fucking Dalton for the past hour, I wouldn’t be surprised if she needs a break.
My cock flinches inside her, and she groans into Sawyer’s mouth again. He switches out his fingers for his thumb, gently rubbing tight circles over her clit while his fingers dip lower to her entrance, pushing them in beside my cock.
I feel the way Sawyer massages her walls, and fuck, I can’t deny it feels good for me too. A breathy moan escapes her lips. I feel myself inching closer to the edge, but I hold onto it, determined to watch her come first, desperate to feel the way her pussy spasms around me. She’s fucking close though, and just the thought has me struggling to hold on.
Pinching her pert nipple again, she gives me exactly what I’ve been waiting for. She comes hard with a sharp cry into Sawyer’s mouth, her tight cunt turning into a spasming mess. “Oh fuck,” she grunts, clenching down around me as I finally allow myself to come with her, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside her pretty cunt.
Sawyer pulls back and smiles against her lips as her orgasm rocks through her. He keeps working her with his fingers and thumb, pulling every last ounce of pleasure out of her as she rides it out. “So fucking gorgeous when you come.”
I couldn’t agree more. That flush in her cheeks and the way her body moves and jolts . . . I’ve never seen anything so exquisite.
Coming down from her high, Sawyer kisses her again before finally pulling his hand free. Without another word, he simply walks away, leaving me to stare at this incredible woman who scares the absolute shit out of me.
Oakley reaches down and clutches her towel, pulling it back up around her and takes a second to make sure it’s secure. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way you guys fuck me,” she says, leaning forward and brushing her lips over mine, pressing her soft hand to my chest and feeling the way she makes my heart race.
She pulls back with a beaming, satisfied smile, and I don’t say a fucking word. If I open my mouth, I know I’ll say something neither of us wants to hear—something neither of us are ready for.
As if sensing my need to find composure, she climbs off my lap and gives me another breathtaking smile. “My shift starts at five,” she tells me, everything she’s refusing to say shining through her dazzling stare. “Make sure Zade knows I’ll kick his ass if he makes me jump through hoops for this.”
I scoff, knowing exactly how this shit is going to go down, but I’m a man of my word. I told her I’d try, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. “Don’t get your hopes up.”
With that, Oakley sashays off in the direction of my bedroom, probably to find clothes, and just as she slips around the corner and out of sight, Zade strides in from his home gym, absolutely clueless about the fuck fest that just took place on his favorite seat of his favorite couch.
“What’s going on?” he murmurs, seeing the hesitation in my eyes as I try to work out how the fuck to word this. I decide to just rip it off like a Band-Aid and be straight with him.
