Skirt Steak (Grade-A Beefcakes 5)

“I’ll fuck you, don’t worry your pretty little head about that. But you’re fucking two men now and you need to let Porter watch as you take my dick. As your gorgeous tits bounce while you ride me like a fucking cowgirl.”

Porter moved and settled on the edge of the bed facing us. He was too far away to reach her, but had the perfect view.

In this position, perched on my thighs, her feet didn’t touch the floor. As I gripped her hips and lifted her up and back and onto my dick, she had no control. She was all mine.

Her hips wiggled as the first inch slipped inside. Fuck, she was tight. Wet. So hot. A whimper escaped and I felt her inner walls flutter, adjusting to being stretched open. I wasn’t small. Hell, it was hard to find pants that hid my size, even when I wasn’t hard.

I had no doubt her pussy would take me, but it was important I took my time getting her to open up, to be molded to my dick.

It took a minute of raising her up, lowering her down, a shimmy of her hips as I did so, until she was sitting directly on my thighs once again, this time, impaled on my dick.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

The need to come built at the base of my spine. I’d never been surrounded by such perfection before. Like a snug glove made just for me. I gritted my teeth as I fought for control. I had no idea the difference it was without a condom. Hotter, wetter, more sensitive. Just the idea of being bare deep inside her was so fucking erotic. And the feelings, holy shit, intense. Incredible.

“Ready for your ride?” I asked, sweat beading my upper lip.

I couldn’t see her face, but she was circling her hips, trying to lift up. I helped her but raising her so that just the tip was inside, then let gravity lower her back down. Hard. Deep.

She cried out.

I glanced at Porter, who’d tugged his dick from the opening of his jeans and was stroking it. He wasn’t missing any bit of her as she was fucked. The way her pussy took all of me, the way her tits did bounce each time she settled back on my lap. The wet, naughty sounds of fucking, of flesh slapping flesh. Or the scent, the musky tang of fucking.

It should feel weird having him watch, but it was too good. Jill was too good. I felt pride knowing that he could see her like this, getting what she needed. It was a thrill to show her off, so someone else could appreciate how magnificent our girl was.

I had a moment’s thought he might step in front of her and have her suck him off, but she was bouncing too much, and I had a feeling he was enjoying the show. His turn would come, and since I was so close to the edge, it would be soon. But I had to get her off first. The woman always came first.

“Liam!” she gasped as I began to fuck her harder. With her legs spread wide, she had no friction on her clit, and I knew she was close, but was struggling to get there.

I wanted her to come with me. I sure as fuck wasn’t leaving her behind.

It was easy to continue to lift and lower her with one hand as I reached around and pinched her clit with the other. She came like a firecracker in one silent boom.

A gush of pussy juices seeped from her, coating my dick and my balls. Her thighs clenched tight, her back arched and her inner walls began to milk my dick.

I couldn’t survive that. It was impossible, and I wasn’t even willing to try. I felt my balls tighten, my dick thicken and shoot a big load deep into her. I filled her with cum, and knowing there wasn’t a barrier to collect it, that it coated and marked her deep inside, only made me come even harder.

She leaned back against me, worn out, her head tucked into my shoulder, her breath fanning my sweaty neck. I could look down the length of her body, see the way her nipples softened to plump tips now that she’d come. Lower, to the groomed curls and even further to the way her pussy lips were parted around my base.

My cum slipped from her and there was no way in hell I was going soft. I could take her again, especially knowing that I didn’t have to pull out to dispose of a condom. All I had to do was begin again, give her more of my cum. My balls were far from empty.

But it was Porter’s turn, and it was time to share. I wasn’t the least bit jealous because I sure-as-shit was going to watch. Jill wanted more? She was going to get it.

All fucking night.

8

JILL

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Holy shit. I’d never come like that before. Ever. It made the orgasm in Porter’s SUV seem like nothing, and that was saying a lot. Liam was huge. God, so big I felt crammed full, and I was stunned I’d been able to take all of him. The feel of his dick with no condom had made it even better. The friction, the glide, the feel of his cum as it spurted into me, hot and thick.

It wasn’t just Liam. It was seeing Porter in front of me. Watching. Knew he was getting off seeing me be fucked by his friend. Porter had stroked his own dick as Liam lifted me up and down. Taking me, hard, deep. So deep.

And watching Porter as I came because of Liam’s dick, Liam’s fingers on my clit… amazing.

Liam’s hand wrapped around my waist, cupped my breast as he nuzzled against my neck. “Go see Porter, baby. He needs you. Look at his dick, all hard and ready for you.”