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pped back, yanked my shirt over my head, let it fall to the floor. Her eyes widened as she took in my bare chest and I saw female appreciation.
“You can touch,” I murmured. Please touch.
Her hand came out, her fingers brushing over me, running through the crisp hair. When her finger flicked over the flat disk of my nipple, I hissed out a breath.
“Careful, sweetheart. He might blow.”
Rachel frowned.
I reached down, cupped my hard cock through my jeans. Gave her a wicked smile. “I’d be a tad embarrassed if I came in my pants.”
Her eyes watched my hand press hard, hoping to stave off my need to fill her.
“I want to see,” she said, her voice shy.
My eyes widened, but I didn’t delay, standing to toe off my boots. If she wanted to see my dick, she’d see it. I wasn’t modest. My hands flew to the button before sliding down the zipper, then working my pants off. I stripped my boxers at the same time so I stood before her completely bare. My dick stood straight out, bobbing toward her. I had to grip the base, give it a hard squeeze so I didn’t come just by seeing the way her mouth opened, her eyes flared.
“Is…I mean, um. Wow.” She pointed.
Ethan moved to the bed, sat on the edge.
“I don’t think that’s going to fit.”
“He’ll fit. So will I,” Ethan replied. “You’ll be nice and wet. I bet you are now, aren’t you?”
She bit her lip, glanced at Ethan, nodded.
“Do you touch yourself, sweetheart?” he asked.
“Yes.” A pretty blush crept up her neck.
“Show us,” I said, my voice all but a growl. The idea of her laying in her bed, thighs parted as she played with her pussy had pre-cum seeping from my slit.
If she said no, we would have stopped, but she had no idea what to do. It was our job to guide her. So while the two words were bossy and commanding, there wasn’t any other way to get her to touch herself, except perhaps by tacking the word “please” onto the end.
She didn’t delay this time, didn’t even glance at either of us with those wary eyes. Her fingers undid the top button on her jeans and slid down the zipper, giving her hand room to reach down inside. I could make out the lavender lace of her panties, but nothing else. Even so, having her hand down her pants was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
She stood before us, her eyes flaring wide, most likely discovering how wet she really was. A little whimper escaped when she bumped her clit.
“Make yourself come.”
Her eyes fell closed as her hand began to move in small circles.
I glanced at Ethan who’d opened his pants and was slowly stroking his cock. My balls ached at the sight of our girl. I wasn’t going to last. No fucking way.
“Stop,” I groaned.
Rachel’s hand stilled and she looked at me, her eyes blurry, a little frown marring her brow.
“I can’t take anymore. You’re too damn gorgeous. Show me your fingers.”
She slipped them from beneath her panties, held them up.
Ethan groaned as we saw how shiny they were. I gently grabbed her hand, lifted those fingers to my mouth and licked them clean. Her eyes flared wide and her mouth opened as her taste coated my tongue.
Yeah, I wasn’t going to last. With Rachel? I wasn’t sure if I could survive bedding her. Knowing we were her first, that we were going to take her bare, to fill her with our seed and make a baby? She was just too damn much.