Double Score

“Feel good?” I waggled my eyebrows.

She collapsed on Dylan’s chest. She nodded. “I don’t think I can move.”

I reached over Dylan’s shoulder for the soap. “You don’t have to. You got her, brother?”

He nodded. “Oh yeah.”

I brought my lips to her mouth, letting her taste how sweet her own juices were on my tongue. “We’ll help you get cleaned up before things get dirty again.”

She nodded. “So sweet.” She smiled sleepily, relaxed into Dylan’s hold.

“Now spread your legs, baby,” I commanded.

She had the most perfect wax job I’d ever seen. I ran my hand over her heat, admiring how clean and perfectly angled she was manicured.

“Ohh,” she sighed. “It’s so sore. But it’s a good pain.”

I rubbed between her thighs, taking the bubbles to her knees and down to her ankles. Every inch of her skin was beautiful. I didn’t think a more perfect woman existed.

I ran up the other side, landing between her folds again. “Ohh.” Her head rolled back on Dylan’s shoulder.

He bit at her ear. “I want to watch him fuck you a little.”

I looked at him.

“It’s hot as shit,” he explained.

He didn’t have to tell me. I knew. Something about her made every sexual fantasy a reality.

“I want you,” she whimpered, looking in my eyes with desperation.

I wanted to give that to her. She deserved everything she wanted. I hoisted her leg around my waist.

“I don’t have any condoms in the shower, baby.”

She mewed so sweetly.

“I promise I won’t come inside you.”

She nodded eagerly.

I pressed my cock against her clean pussy. So soft and wet. My mouth covered hers in a fevered kiss as I slid my dick inside her, pushing as far as I could. I thought I would lose control inside her heated velvet with nothing sheathing my cock. It was incredible. I’d never been this hard.

“Fuck that’s insane,” Dylan growled.

I rocked into her, lifting her other foot from the shower floor. I was deep inside her. This angle was perfect. I could drive myself inside her. Fuck her with abandon. Shake her to her core. Her tits bobbed, grazing my chest, slick with the bubbles I had drizzled on her.

“Fuck, I want her,” Dylan grunted.

Our moves were seamless. One giant play to the next—just like in practice.

She opened her eyes, twisting a kiss off my lips before Dylan wrapped his hands around her. I passed her over as she sank on his cock. I held her under her arms so he could slide in her pussy from behind. He had a tight grip on her waist, sending her forward into my chest.

She bit her lip. “Oh God.”

I was hard as steel. Fucking concrete. I’d never seen anything like it in my life.

She was wild with ecstasy. Beautiful. And she was ours. Only ours.