I climb up onto the table, my cock rapidly hardening all over again as I watch Clay start to ease deeper into her. I lean over Phoebe, kissing her deeply, and when I feel her breath catch and the moan rumble through my mouth, I know Clay’s began to fuck her deeper. He thrusts into her, making her squeal into my mouth as her whole body jolts with the power of him driving in, and I grin.
“Fuck, baby girl,” I growl, pulling back and stroking my cock as I watch her start to moan as Clay begins to truly fuck her. His muscles ripple, his jaw clenching as he grips her ass with one hand, his other staying resting above her pussy with his thumb toying with her clit. He growls as he thrusts into her, throwing his head back as she moans wildly for him.
“You like that big cock fucking your pussy after I already filled it with my cum, don’t you, baby girl?” I groan, fisting my cock and watching the pleasure ripple over her face.
“You like feeling like a dirty girl, taking two men at once like this. Letting one fuck your tight little pussy when it’s all messy with another man’s cum.”
She moans at my words, and at the way Clay grunts and starts to fuck her harder and deeper, and my cock lurches. I move closer, my hand sliding into her hair and tangling there as she turns towards me and eagerly opens her mouth.
“Suck my cock, baby girl. I want you to taste my cum and yours while he makes you come all over again.”
She sucks me inside, her lips tight around my shaft and her soft little tongue swirling over my crown.
Fucking hell is she amazing.
She’s something special, and I don’t just mean the sex is fucking amazing, though it is. It’s more than that. It’s the way she just sort of connects with both of us. The way kissing her feels like coming home. The way looking into those big green eyes feels like a dream I never want to wake up from.
Clay and I have shared women before, but nothing like this. Not even fucking close. Nothing that felt so real. Nothing where the thought of not being with her made me angry. Because this isn’t just some fun fling—this isn’t just us showing some pretty thing a good time before we take off.
Not a fucking chance.
When I say we’re claiming her as our own, I don’t mean temporarily. I don’t mean it as an off-hand thing to say.
I mean it for keeps. I mean it forever, even if that’s an insane thought for so many reasons. For one, because our job here isn’t just not done, it’s in jeopardy the longer we’re here with her. And for two, because we just met this girl. We knew of Phoebe before, but laying eyes on her earlier?
Well, that was like opening my eyes for the first time. It was like hearing my heart beat for the very first time. And I don’t want that feeling to ever go away.
So, it won’t. Because no matter what happens here today, neither of us is going to give her up. Neither of us is going to let go. Because we’ve had a taste. We’ve peeked behind the curtain and seen what life could be with Phoebe in it. And I know neither of us can go back from that.
Phoebe cries out in pleasure, wrenching me from my thoughts. I glance down and groan, watching at Clay’s thick cock begins to really drive in and out of her harder and faster. His shaft glistens wetly with her honey, and he grunts as he suddenly grabs her legs and lifts them up over his shoulders. She’s still got her green and black stilettos on, which is hot as fuck, and when her legs drape over his shoulders, Clay starts to really go deep.
He grunts, fucking and rutting into her, his jaw clenched tight as he buries his cock balls-deep in her tight little cunt. Phoebe goes wild, whimpering for more and clinging to his forearms as he nails her to the table with his cock. The filthy wet sounds of them coming together and his balls slapping her ass mingle with her whimpers of pleasure. I ease my cock back against her lips, and when she moans eagerly and sucks me into her throat, I throw my head back and roar.
My hand slides into her hair, and Clay grips her ass tight as we both just claim her. I lose myself, lost in the pleasure of her tongue and lips on me as Clay drives her right to the fucking edge, until suddenly, with a roar, he pushes her over it.
Phoebe pulls away from me and screams, throwing her head back and crying out as the orgasm shatters over her. I watch, groaning as her tight little body ripples in pleasure—her nipples rock hard and arched towards the ceiling and her legs trembling and shaking as she comes again and again.