Skirt Steak (Grade-A Beefcakes 5)

“Oh my god,” I cried out, not taking my eyes off my pussy as I came. It was as if they’d pushed the orgasm button and there was nothing to do but enjoy.

I’d never come so hard before in my life. Perhaps it was because it was both of them helping me get off. Two men. Both inside me. Both being squeezed and clenched by the pulsing walls of my pussy.

“Good girl. So pretty in your pleasure.”

“Fuck, I’m going to come just from the feel of her squeezing my finger.”

“She just dripped all over my hand.”

“Hot and wet. I can’t wait to sink my dick into all this tight heat.”

They kept dirty talking as I slowly came back to earth, back to being in Porter’s SUV in his garage.

We still hadn’t made it to a bed. They were still dressed. I still hadn’t seen, felt, been fucked by their big dicks.

Liam slipped his finger from me, lifted it to his mouth and had his turn tasting me.

“Fuck, Porter’s right. Like honey.”

“More,” I gasped. “God, I need more.”

I did. So bad.

While that had been incredible, it wasn’t nearly enough. I needed to be fucked. Hard and deep. Slow and easy. On my back, riding on top. From behind. I needed it all.

7

LIAM

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I’d never come in my pants before. Never got turned on enough, even as a teenager, to blow my load too early. But now, with Jill? There had to be a big wet spot on the front of my jeans for all the pre-cum that was practically dripping from my dick.

Two months of dating had been foreplay. Oh, I’d busted a nut on a daily basis—sometimes twice a day—to relieve the ache in my balls just thinking about Jill. Remembering the feel of her lips as I’d kissed her, the soft scent of her perfume, the lilt of her laugh, the lush swells of her breasts beneath her tops, the fucking sway of her wide hips.

Feeling how tight her pussy was, how soaked it was for us was too much. And when we got to watch her come, to feel her walls clench around my finger, had me on the brink.

And that had been with Porter’s finger deep inside her, too. This was the first co-fucking I’d ever done. Another man’s finger was touching mine in a woman’s

pussy. It should have freaked me out, but it didn’t. Not at all. Not because I was hot for Porter, not in the slightest, but because the two of us were getting her off together. We were a team and our mission now was to keep Jill happy, satisfied, sated and as cherished as possible.

If she wanted both of us, we weren’t going to hold back. The celibate ship had sailed.

“I can walk, you know,” Jill said as I followed Porter through his house and into his bedroom.

I’d scooped her from the SUV and tossed her over my shoulder, bare ass in the air. I held her upper thighs tight so she wouldn’t fall. With my free hand, I gave her a light spank.

She giggled, which made me smile and I had to admit, feel ridiculously like a Neanderthal. It was the closest thing to grabbing her hair and dragging her deep into my cave. It had been a long time since I’d felt like this. I’d felt giddy like a seventh grader when Jill had said she wanted to date. When I got my head around Porter and I claiming her together, I became hopeful. I’d been patient, biding my time as we let her work through it all in her head. But there’d always been a niggling doubt that she’d choose to be with Porter, and only Porter.

It had been a rough year with my father dying. My brother, Carson, ran the ranch and I lived there, too. When I’d been a deputy, it hadn’t been too hard to work both the land and the law, but being elected sheriff, Carson knew my focus was elsewhere. My dad had held the position for over a decade and I had big shoes to fill. Even though he wasn’t around to see me elected, I wanted to make him proud. But that focus had shifted even more once I saw Jill for the first time.

And now, I felt like I had it all. She wanted both of us. In this moment, I didn’t doubt. Hell, both our fingers had been in her pussy getting her off. She wouldn’t have allowed that if she weren’t into us together. She’d said the words. I believed her. But a double finger fuck and now tossed bare assed over my shoulder?

Oh yeah, Jillian Murphy was mine.

Porter’s, too, but my dick was screaming mine!

Porter flicked on the light switch, two lamps on either side of his huge bed came on. The light was soft, but not too dark. I wanted to take in every inch of Jill’s gorgeous body. He turned and his eyes flared, taking in her upturned ass. No doubt he could see her pussy, even with her thighs pressed together.