Alana moaned and wiggled then lifted up and gasped.
Gator’s hands were on her hips, and he was smiling.
“I think you better climb on up there, woman,” Gator said, and Alana shot a look over her shoulder at Gator.
“Don’t be sassing me, girl. Fuck that cock. Work it up into that pussy of yours and show Gabe you own that cock. Do it, and we’ll both make you come so fucking hard you’ll remember who owns this ass and pussy.”
Smack.
“Oh God, Gator, I can’t take the way you talk,” she said, almost panting, and Gabe chuckled.
He helped her up onto his lap, and she straddled his hips and took his cock deep.
“Get used to it, doll. I’ve never seen him like this,” Gabe told her, and Alana cried out as Gator thrust into her ass from behind.
Gabe moaned, too, feeling his cock tighten and grow thicker. He could feel the friction between their skin as Gator stroked in and out of her ass.
“Ride him,” Gator ordered, and Alana did.
She moaned and cried out as she thrust and rocked on top of him. Gabe grunted and held her hips. He cupped her breasts, pulled on her nipples, and felt himself grow thicker.
“I’m going come, baby,” Gabe said.
“Oh God. I feel so tight, so full. I can’t take it. Oh God!”
She screamed out her release, and Gabe and Gator thrust up into her. Gabe could feel her hot cream surround his oversensitive cock, and he lost control.
“Alana,” he cried out and came.
Behind her, Gator thrust faster and faster, rocking them and the bed before he roared and shook, coming inside of Alana’s ass.
“Oh God, I’ll never walk the same again,” Alana stated and Gabe and Gator chuckled.
They both caressed her body, and Gator massaged her ass and her back and kissed her shoulders and her cheeks. Gabe watched, thrilled at witnessing the l
ove and care Gator had for Alana. He knew that all the guys probably loved her already, and he couldn’t ask for anything more than that. They would protect her and care for her if he ever failed to do so.
Gator pulled gently from her ass and gave her ass cheeks a light smack.
“Gator,” she reprimanded, reaching back and caressing her ass cheek.
Gabe stretched out as she lifted up, pulling her body from his. Gabe rolled her to her back and kissed her as he held her gaze.
“You’ll walk just fine,” he said, and she gave him a sassy look as he chuckled.
As Gabe turned toward her pillows on the bed, he saw something sticking out from underneath one.
“Hey, what’s this?” he asked.
He held up the army green T-shirt that looked as if it was worn and belonged to a guy. His chest tightened as she pulled it from his hands.
“Nothing,” she said.
Gator was pulling his pants on and gave her an angry expression. “Is that a guy’s shirt?” he asked.
She sat up and put the shirt on, covering her breasts from their view.
“Alana, who’s fucking shirt is that, and what is it doing under your pillow on your bed?” Gabe asked her, getting angry and feeling jealous too.