Porterhouse (Grade-A Beefcakes 4) - Page 12

“What about you?” she asked.

Cash laughed. “I’m in my bed, baby, all alone. My dick’s so hard it could pound nails. Pre-cum’s coming out like a leaky faucet. Every time I swipe it away with my thumb, more appears.”

I couldn’t miss Julia’s whimper. “What if I… what if I licked it off?”

Holy. Fucking. Shit. She might have been skittish earlier, but she didn’t mind talking dirty now. She was right there with us in this. Right fucking there.

Cash groaned. “Seeing you on your knees, your pink tongue flicking out… baby, I’d come all over your face.”

“Angel, this call’s all about you,” I added.

“I don’t want to come alone,” she almost whined.

I was pumping my dick, giving it enough action so my balls didn’t fall off, but not enough to finish. It wasn’t time yet. It was time to get our girl going.

“Ladies first, Angel. Don’t worry, I’ll be coming all over my hand when I hear you scream. Are you wet for us?”

“I’m sliding my hand down my belly, lower… lower.” She gave a little gasp. “My clit’s all hard.”

Cash swore under his breath.

“Yes, I’m wet. Sooo wet.”

“Where’s the dildo? If we’re not there to give you our dicks, that will have to do.”

“It’s right here.”

“Are you wet enough to fuck yourself with it or do you need some lube?” Cash asked.

“I… I’ve got coconut oil, no lube. But I’m wet. God, it’ll work.”

“You sound a little needy, Angel,” I said. “You haven’t even played with your nipples or worked your clit.”

“You have me wanting big dicks.”

Pre-cum dripped out onto my fingers, I rubbed it in with my thumb, made the glide of my tight fist a little easier.

“Up on your knees, baby,” Cash ordered. “If you’re going to fuck that dick, then you need to do it right.”

After a few seconds of rustling sounds, she said, “Okay. What do you want me to do?”

“That’s right, we’ll tell you how to get yourself off. That orgasm belongs to us, doesn’t it?” I asked. Sex talk only worked if it made the other person hot. It was obvious Julia liked dirty talk, responded to it. She even seemed to like for us to be in charge. If we were with her instead of across town, she’d be pinned to the bed and I’d be balls deep right now, but we were going to try to make this a close second.

Fuck, the chemistry here was insane. Off the charts.

“Yes. Bennett, I want more.”

“Lift yourself up and put the dildo beneath your pussy as if you were straddling me or Cash. Get it settled right at your entrance.”

“I saw how big that dildo was,” Cash said. “Know this, baby, we’re bigger.”

“Cash!” she moaned at his words.

We were bigger. I’d seen Cash’s dick when we’d shared a woman in the past and we were similarly sized. I always had to tuck my length down the inside of my thigh when I put my pants on. It wasn’t easy walking around with all that meat, but when it came to satisfying a woman, none complained.

“Work yourself down on that silicone dick until it fills you right up,” I said.

All that could be heard through the phone was sexy little gasps.

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