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She swirls her finger over her clit delicately again, her breathy little sigh a cacophony that I want more of. I want to eat them whole. “I tried… but Kane’s face popped into my head.” We both growl and shuffle closer, waiting for her to give us a sign to destroy all thoughts of him forever. “Then my husband made me finger myself… but he helped me.”
I can feel the pride blaring off him, mentally pounding his fists at his chest.
“I think I can do this. Iwantto do this. I want to be able to pleasure myself to thoughts of you. The memory of you, how you make me feel.”
“Slip your finger in, pretty girl. You’re fucking killing me.”
“Like this?” that same middle finger she’s using to swirl, she dips it all the way in, then pulls it out to circle over that button, and fuck it makes medrip.
“More,” Maksim orders.
My sweet girl obeys, adding a second finger, eyes bouncing between us. “I want you to take it away. Even if I say no. I want you to force all of those thoughts away. I want you…” she plunged her fingers deeper, faster, every word caressing me like fucking silk. “Oh, fuck. This feels so good.”
“Holy fuck Sabrina, don’t stop.”
“I want you to own me. I want to be Sabrina Giordano-Hayes. I want to come, baby, please?”
Oh, Christ. White-hot pleasure starts at the base of my spine, rushing to my balls and I cup them, so fucking ready to spill into her.For her.Onher. I want my sweet girl covered in my cum.
“More, Duchess. Fuck yourself harder,” Maksim commands. “Stretch yourself for us so we can own you. I want you to know, it'll be the last time you ever touch yourself unless we tell you to. We will own every orgasm this pretty little cunt can give us. And then she'll give us one more. You understand?”
“Uh-huh,” she gasps, brows knitting together, but my pretty girl does as she's told. Three fingers deep in her tight cunt, I watch her walls grip them, her palm against her clit, the way she’s biting her lip, her other hand back on her favorite tit, nipple clothespinned between her fingers. “It feelssogood.”
“You're so fucking pretty, baby. Aren't you? Look at how you got us.” I stay steady in my strokes, stretching an arm out to touch her.
Her back arches.
“More!” She begs. “Don't stop touching me. Don't stop talking. I need to hear you.”
We don't need further instruction. We get down between her thighs to watch her cream accumulate at the base of her entrance, peppering soft kisses on the inside of her thigh. “I'm dying to lick your pussy baby. I need you to come so I can clean you up.”
“Doing so good, wife. I wish you could see how greedy you look stretching yourself for us.”
“Move your hips, Bri. Fuck yourself, baby or we're taking over,” I say against the soft skin of her thigh. I love her thighs. I thought of myself as a boob man until I had the absolute pleasure of wearing her thighs like my own personal earmuffs. I am a changed man – wholly dedicated to spreadingthem or wearing them.
Like I said the magic word, she starts rutting into her hand, chasing her palm, the loud noises and her feminine groans make me fucking feral. I need her to come. I need to see it for myself. Every time.
“There you go, baby. Show us the real you. Break for us, Bri. You're so fucking pretty when you come.”
Her thighs quiver, and finally, finally, her body stills with a gasp as her back arches, and she grasps the duvet.
She falls limp.
I tug her hand away and fucking feast, loving the way her thighs shake. Maksim goes to her, tugging her atop him. I move away so he can adjust the head of his dick at her entrance. In one, quick thrust he shoves every fat inch of himself into our girl, and she cries out, back arching. I resume devouring my girl in a merciless rhythm, spreading her thighs farther apart so I can latch onto her while Maksim fucks up into her at a frenzied pace.
She squirms, writhing while we hold her down, a blubbering fucking mess, until she squirts in my mouth, and Ilaughwhen she begs me to stop.
I can’t. I won’t.
My baby girl is so fucking tired, but I’m not done.
I’ll never be done.
I get on my knees just as Maks spills into her and yank her to me. I shove up into her just as he slips out. I keep my forearms steady as I drop her down on my cock. She squeals for me, the kind of sound that shakes the earth when I’m inside of her. Her trembling legs wrap around me, while I hold her back, and I buck. I know she’s tired, but I’m so fucking desperate to feel her come for me again. It’s all I can beg her for. Making my woman orgasm satiates me as much as it makes me fucking feral. “Come for me, baby. I need to feel you squeeze me,” I implore, every jerk of my hips frenzied.
“Oh my god, Parker!”
“Feels too fucking good baby. I’m gonna fucking come deep inside this pretty pussy, baby.”