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“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah,” I say, and it’s not a lie. I really would like it. Like it a whole hell of a lot. Just the thought of it makes my cock leak in anticipation.
But instead of bending me over, he reaches around my front and grabs on to my cock, pumping it slowly in his hand. He’s never touched me before like this. It’s always been me on my knees, my clothes on. And holy fuck, my entire body zings with pleasure at the sensation, the feel, the way it looks to have his large ringed, tattooed hand wrapped around me.
“Shit,” I moan as I arch up into him, my head falling back against his shoulder. “I’m not gonna last.”
He tightens his grip on me, his other hand sliding down my hip and cupping my balls. His lips are tucked into my neck as he slides his hard bulge against my ass.
It’s too much, too fucking much. The only thing that would make it better is if Ford was here with him. My fantasy would then be complete.
The stubble on Cash’s jaw abrades my own as he breathes against my skin, jerking me. “You come. You come and then suck my cock.”
I let out a low moan as he thrusts up against me and his hand slides down my length. I’m close. So fucking close to falling over the edge. You’d think I would be tired of it by now, but I’ve always had such a high sex drive and it’s only heightened by the fact the two men of my dreams are taking me.
Over and over.
My cum shoots from my cock as I let out a strained gasp and moan. Cash watches it all, his solid body still behind me. And then he lifts his sticky hand to my mouth.
“Suck,” he says, and I do, my tongue slipping out to clean each of his fingers. I don’t even balk at it—just do as he says. I’ll do anything he says.
When his hands are wet with my spit and clean of my cum, he runs it down the crease of my ass, encircling my hole. Just once, but it’s enough to have my mind spiraling out of control.
Fuck. Me.
But he doesn’t. He removes his hand, spins me, and pushes me to my knees. I go willingly, pulling his sweatpants down and wasting no time in taking his cock to the back of my throat.
He moans above me, his hand fisting my hair while he uses me, thrusting in and out of my open mouth frantically until he spills into me. I swallow as much as I can and then sink back onto my haunches, my chest heaving, my dick half hard from just having him in my mouth.
It’s a bit of a problem, I admit. But then again, I’ve never been more sexually satisfied than I am now.
“I need to go,” I manage to say between gulping breaths. Cash just stares down at me and then reaches a hand out, pulling me to my wobbly feet.
“You’re gonna eat breakfast with me first.”
He doesn’t even ask, just commands, and I really fucking like that. I shouldn’t, but I do. He pulls me into his kitchen completely naked and grabs something from the warmer. Then he sits on a kitchen chair and pulls me onto his lap.
“I’m gonna watch you eat this and then you can go.”
“I can’t,” I say, but my fingers are already unwrapping the breakfast burrito.
Cash scoffs. “You don’t eat enough.”
It’s true. I’ve been so stressed that I don’t make enough time to take care of myself. And with all the cardio I get from fucking these two guys every day, I really should be putting more calories into me so I can keep up with them.
I bite into the burrito and my tastebuds light up. This is fucking good, and within a matter of minutes, I’ve polished off half of it.
“I can’t eat anymore,” I groan, feeling my stomach bulge from the amount of food I just put in it.
Cash takes it from my hand and sets it aside.
“Good. Next time you’ll eat more of it.”
I nod and then lean my head back against his shoulder. I shouldn’t linger. But he feels nice beneath me—that big strong body, the way one of his hands is pressed against my abdomen and the other on my bare thigh. It’s not forgotten that I’m naked against him, can feel the heat of his bare chest against my back, his half-hard cock pressed against my ass crack.
“I need to leave,” I say and yet make no move to leave. Just a few more minutes.
“You could stay for a bit longer,” he tells me, his finger tracing circles on my leg, slowly moving up toward my groin. I feel the drag of it through my entire body. I want him again. I want him all the time.
