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His grin was nothing short of wicked. “Fang said you had to come twice before I did. Seemed like good advice.” He picked up a vibrator.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
It was one of my smaller ones, designed for anal, though I’d never used it as such. I liked it for clit and nipple stimulation while I masturbated with the bigger dildo.
But Vaughn had other plans.
He grabbed the tube of lube he’d brought from my bedroom drawer stash. When the vibrator was well covered, he ran it down through my slit, then lower to prod against my ass.
Fuck, it felt good. My nerve endings all came to life once more, pleasure coursing through my body and causing new pussy flutters that mimicked the orgasm I’d just had.
Fang groaned through the phone, and I looked over. Vaughn’s phone was an expensive one, and I might as well have been watching Fang masturbate in full, high-definition. Precum beaded at his tip, and he swiped his thumb over it.
My clit throbbed. Every intimate area of me begged for more.
Vaughn leaned down to whisper in my ear, so only I could hear, “He’s huge, Roach. If you’re going to take us both, you need practice. Do you still want that?”
God, I did. I knew exactly how big he was, and Vaughn was no slouch in the dick department either. “I want it.”
He groaned. “Good girl. Flip over and get on your knees.”
I did.
He kneeled behind me and drew my hips back so my ass was in the air. Leaning over me with one hand, he rubbed my clit. The other stroked over my ass, cupping and massaging, his fingers edging closer and closer to the center.
He worked the tight hole until I was mewling for mercy and grinding back against his thumb, desperate for more. Every touch of him there had me trembling, my knees shaking, my muscles struggling to hold my weight, so I dropped down on my forearms.
Vaughn’s hand ran down my spine and then trailed off, returning with the vibrator.
The tip nudged my ass, and I moaned at how thick it was in comparison to his finger. Nowhere near as big as his cock and not even close to Fang’s, but it was exactly what I needed. He moved slowly, letting the vibrations work their way in while I shoved my face into the mattress, trying not to scream out at how much it heightened every bit of pleasure already floating around my body. I grasped one of my nipples and tweaked it as hard as I could, gasping at the sharp sting of pleasure that only encouraged the vibrator farther into my ass.
Vaughn was patient, never stopping on my clit, even when I begged and moaned.
“Let me get you there, Roach. You’re already close.”
I was. So fucking close I could practically taste the orgasm he teased me with.
He pushed his dick inside me, taking my pussy again.
The noises that left my mouth were indecent.
Vaughn’s breaths were warm on my back. He gripped my hips, using them as leverage to go deeper, harder. The vibrator matched his tempo. Everything felt more than just having him in my pussy. The orgasm building was one on steroids.
I turned my head and watched Fang’s face, twisted in something between intense pleasure and agony. My head hit the padded headboard over and over again as Vaughn’s thrusts propelled me up the bed.
I was so close. So ready to go over the edge in free fall.
“Slap her ass,” Fang instructed. “She needs more to get over the line.”
Vaughn’s palm across my ass cheek was exactly what I needed. I fell into a second orgasm, shouting his name into his mattress and pushing back against his every thrust so each one hit as deep as possible.
His moans mingled with mine. He spilled himself inside me while saying my name over and over again.
My real name.
Not Roach.
On the screen, Fang came with us, white jets of cum spreading across his lower belly. I watched through half-mast eyes, too full of desire to fully open. He didn’t stop stroking himself until Vaughn and I collapsed on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs.