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Xavier wanted to say something witty, but nothing came to mind. His brain was otherwise occupied.
Turning around, Hope positioned herself side-on to Dean and waggled her arse in the air. Xavier settled behind her as instructed and took his cock in hand. He ran the head of hispenis up and down her wet opening, and with his other hand gently spanked her.
Hope buried her head in the sheets. Slapping her palm on the bed, she raised her head, “Mmmm, that’s so good, Jesus.”
Continuing his tease, Xavier said, “I’m sorry—unless you can form a full sentence, I won’t know what you want.” Turning to Dean, he asked, “What do you think she wants?”
He ran his gaze over every inch of their mostly naked bodies and licked his lips.
It was only then that Xavier realised their guest had removed his jeans.When had that happened?
“I think,” Dean said quietly, “that she wants you to, uh, fuck her.”
Halting his up-down motion, Xavier slowly pushed only the head of his cock in her pussy, then retracted it. The second time, he asked, “Is that what you want, Hope?” In, out, a little deeper this time. “Is it?”
Hope mumbled, “Mmmm, you tease.”
To Dean, he asked, “Was that a yes? I’m not sure.”
Simultaneously, Dean and Hope cried, “Yes!”
As he pushed the full length of his penis into her, there were sighs all around. Xavier swayed his hips, circling his cock inside her, grinding.
“What do you think, Dean? Should I fuck her faster?”
Dean’s hand had made its way down and rubbed over the erection straining against his y-fronts. He removed his t-shirt. Underneath, the redhead was hairless, broad-shouldered, and well-muscled. He slipped off his underwear. He replied with a nod and said, “And can you please take off her bra? I want to see her tits bounce.”
Xavier had to smile at the politeness of the request. He did as asked, unhooking her bra with one hand. The other slapped her arse again.
Hope slid her bra off the rest of the way and tossed it aside.
Staring at her breasts, their guest uttered, “Oh, my God.”
Xavier had to agree. They were magnificent. He made good on his promise. His cock slid in and out of her hot pussy, slick with wetness. They both gave primitive grunts at the pleasure. Hand on her hips for leverage, Xavier rhythmically fucked her. Increasing in intensity, he pushed her harder and harder. She rocked back, their movements in perfect synchronisation.
Hope’s darted looks over to Dean told Xavier she was loving the experience of fucking in front of another man. It didn’t matter which way he swung. The rock-hard erection he stroked while watching them made her moan every time she saw it. She was loving every second.
Xavier’s mind searched for something to say but came up with nothing, nothing at all.
Dean’s legs were splayed on either side of the chair. He slowly pulled his cock, as if to prolong the moment. He was in no hurry if they weren’t. When their eyes met, he stroked a little harder, opening his mouth as he did. He appeared to be enjoying the show. He tilted his head in appreciation of Hope’s form as she writhed against Xavier’s cock. His focus never left the two intertwined bodies before him.
Despite his initial misgivings, Xavier loved screwing with an audience. His balls twitched every time he looked at Dean. It made him harder, and he pounded Hope harder. The three of them stole glances at each other, full of unquenchable lust.
The wave of possessiveness made no sense, but there it was, nonetheless. He hoped their guest understood she was his alone to touch. To prove his point, Xavier moved his hands possessively to Hope’s tits, his fingers finding her nipples, squeezing them. She let out a cry and bucked against him.
He continued to pound her, his own breath becoming short, his cock jolting inside her. He loved that sound, that feeling, heknew she was close. She wasn’t the only one. He was determined not to come, not yet.
As his member slid in and out, her vagina squeezed around it in evangelical ecstasy. Incoherent cries flew from her lips. She seemed to come all over her body, every cell, every molecule. Shuddering, she cried out and fell forward, weak and spent. Xavier fell, too, his cock still inside, her pussy spasming around him.
She begged him, “Come. Oh, God, come inside me.”
“Not yet.” Raising his head, he said, “Dean, next position, if you would be so kind.”
The hand holding his impressive penis moved faster. Eagerly he said, “Pile driver. I want to see her legs over your shoulders.”
“You heard him, darling,” Xavier said slapping her arse until it was even pinker. “I warn you. This is going to be a real short trip.”
Rolling onto her back, Hope threw her legs over his shoulders, and said, “Good!”
