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“Just thinking,” I answer.
After Nik dropped Banger and me at her house, we piled onto the couch to watch movies with her between us.
“About?” she prompts, and Banger gives me the side eye, knowing I need to tell her the truth.
“We’ll talk about it later,Boginya.” I kiss her forehead. “I promise.”
She wrinkles her nose but looks back to the TV. Banger gives me a hard look, and I give him one right back. I don't want to get into the many ways my father fucked me up right now. I’m still riding the high of scaring the shit out of her ex. I’ve never seen a man cry that hard. It was quite entertaining.
I excuse myself to the bathroom so I can get my head back on straight. I know not to let myself go down this path, but ever since the night I rushed to Bridget, the nightmares are back. And I even find myself wide awake getting sucked back into the memory of that burning piece of metal. I splash water on my face and take several deep breaths, not willing to let that motherfucker win again.
When I get back to the living room, I stop dead in my tracks. Bridget is straddling Banger on the couch, their lips fused together. His hands are on her hips, pulling her down to grind down on him as he lifts his hips.
I walk behind them, swipe her hair to the side, and start kissing her neck. She moans into Banger’s kiss already anticipating what might happen. I kiss until I’m at her ear. “You look sexy grinding that greedy pussy on him,Boginya.”
Bridget jerks her mouth away from his. “We got interrupted the last time we tried to do this.”
Banger chuckles and slides his hands under her shirt. “We did, and I plan on making up for that. What do you say, D?”
“I say we’ve got too many clothes on.” I’ve been dying to sink into that pussy again, but I’ve been biding my time until she worked things out with the others. I’m not going to wait anymore. “Do you want this?” I ask Bridget.
“Yes,” she breathes, lifting her arms so Banger can slide her shirt off. He pulls it off, revealing a dark pink bra that stands out against her creamy pale skin. “You’re next.” She tugs at the hem of his shirt, and he sits up enough to jerk it over his head. Her hands land on his abs, and I watch them clench just from her touch. She looks over her shoulder. “Now you.”
I grin, bunch the back of my shirt in my fist, and pull it off. Her eyes roam down my chest and crawl slowly back to my face. I reach forward and pop the clasp on her bra, letting Banger pull it the rest of the way off.
“Goddamn,” Banger rasps, massaging her breasts in his hands. “You have perfect tits.” They are perfect. Barely a handful with darker nipples that are fucking responsive to any stimulation.
“That’s not all that’s perfect,” I say, running my hand up the back of her head. Closing my fist in her hair, I jerk her head to the side, making a breathy moan leave her mouth. I pull her back until she stands up. “Take her shorts off,” I tell Banger, licking up the side of her neck. “Panties too.” Banger raises a brow at my demanding tone, but his hands go to the cotton shorts anyway. He hooks them in the top and shimmies them down her hips. “Put your foot on the couch. Show him that pretty pink pussy.”
She lifts her foot and puts it beside Banger’s thigh, giving him a prime view. He lifts his hand and runs his fingers through her wet slit. “Is this all for us, Baby doll?”
“Fuck yes,” she breathes, rocking her hips against his hand. Her back bows against my chest when he slides his fingers inside her. Keeping my hand in her hair, I run the other down her stomach and straight to her clit.
“Fuck his fingers,Boginya,” I say roughly, rubbing in slow circles.
She starts moving her hips, chasing her pleasure. Banger leans forward to kiss her stomach. “You are a good girl, aren’t you?” he says.
“When you make me feel like this, I can be anything you want me to be,” she pants.
I chuckle against her neck. “Let’s move to the bedroom so we can make you feel good,Boginya.” She whimpers when Banger pulls his fingers free. “Don’t worry. We got you.” With my hold on her hair, I turn her around and lead her to the bedroom. I spin her in my arms and take the kiss I’ve been wanting. She melts into the kiss, her arms coming around my neck. Fuck. She feels good against me, like she’s meant to be there. I’ll never get enough of the feeling of her soft skin and lips. I pull back reluctantly, and her eyes are focused on my lips. “Get on the bed, Banger. You’re going to get a taste of the sweetest pussy ever.” Her breath catches, and her head moves to track Banger’s movements.
He walks around us and shoves his pants down, then roughly pulls them the rest of the way off. Banger lays on the bed on his back, roughly stroking his cock. “Holy shit,” Bridget whispers when she takes in his size.
“Come ride my face, Baby doll.”
I walk her over and help her climb onto the bed. She throws her leg over his head in the sixty-nine position. Banger wraps his arms around her thighs and jerks her pussy onto his face. As soon as her taste explodes on his tongue, he groans deep in his chest. Bridget leans forward and takes Banger’s cock into her mouth. I pull the chair over from the corner in front of the bed, take my cock in my hand, and watch while Banger makes my girl feel good.
Bridget slides her mouth all the way down, and Banger’s hips flex up, sinking himself further. I can hear the noises he’s making devouring her pussy, and she’s moaning around his cock. I stroke mine faster just from the image in front of me. I remember in vivid detail how her pussy tastes and feels. It’s not something I’ll soon forget.
Banger reaches down and pulls Bridget from his cock, places a hand in the center of her chest, and pushes her until she’s sitting completely on his face. “He said to ride his face,Boginya,” I rasp.
Her eyes flash to mine, and she moans deep in her chest when she sees my own hand wrapped around my cock. “Fuck, that’s sexy,” she moans again. Her hands go to her breasts, massaging and rolling her nipples between her fingers. Bridget’s hips start moving, rocking back and forth on Banger’s tongue. “Oh fuck.”
“That’s it,” I encourage. “Soak his face.”
Banger groans and pulls her down harder. “Banger! Fuck!” Her hands slap down on his abs, and she grinds her hips down. If he suffocated right now, he’d die a happy man. Her back bows on a moan. “Banger!” Goddamn, she looks beautiful when she comes.
Banger gets her to turn around, so she’s facing him, his cock hovering right at her pussy, and slants his mouth over hers. I get up from the chair and climb up behind her, running my hands up her back. “Do you have condoms?” I ask.
