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Maverick

I’m on fucking cloud nine right now. We’ve got our girl’s forgiveness, and we’re seconds away from devouring her pussy too. Or, at least, I am.

I’m desperate for Kinsley, so fucking desperate I’m ready to crawl out of my skin. She’s forgiven us—thank God for that—but now that we’re back at my apartment, I need to show her how I feel. Words aren’t enough.

She deserves to be worshipped, treasured, loved.

And I have a good idea how to make sure all those things happen.

After one last taste from her delectable mouth, I flop onto the middle of my bed, my legs hanging off the side, and tap my chest. “Come on, firecracker. You have seconds to get your pants off and plant your naked pussy on my face.”

“And what if I don’t?” She puts a hand on her hip and cocks her head to the side.

Her response is quick, but mine’s faster. “Then Brantley is going to turn your ass red, and you’re going to do it anyway.”

Brantley smirks, rubs his hands together, and looks at her like he’s more than willing to make my wishes come true.

She gasps, her neck flushing, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. She glances between us and bites down on her bottom lip. “I forgot how bossy you can be.”

“Then I’d say you need a reminder.” I prop myself up on the mattress and pin her with a hard glare. “I told you to get undressed and sit on my fucking face like the dirty little slut we all know you want to be. Wyatt—side of the bed. I want to watch her swallow your cock while Brantley gets that pussy ready for us to fuck it together.”

Kinsley lets out a small whimper but complies.

Slowly.

She must be asking for a spanking because she really is taking her sweet ass time, unbuttoning her blouse, shimmying out of her skirt. And fuck me, she’s wearing a bright pink lace thong and a matching bra that has her tits nearly spilling out the top.

Wyatt and Brantley groan together, quickly stripping down to their boxer briefs. They’re both wearing matching strained expressions; no doubt it’s taking all their self control not to fuck her right now. I know I’m struggling.

With her, I’m a very impatient man.

Kinsley meets my gaze, pulling the lace down her legs and tossing it toward me. I catch them easily, inhaling her perfect musky scent. I can’t wait to taste it.

My entire body is practically vibrating with need. My pulse is hammering in my veins, and my dick is so hard it’s throbbing. She’s moving at a snail’s pace, and I want her delectable cunt fucking my mouth as quickly as possible.

She takes off her bra as slowly as she did her panties and tosses it to the side with a smirk. Wyatt loses his briefs and moves to the other side of the bed as she crawls up my legs. Her breasts sway back and forth, and her eyes are glued to Wyatt’s cock, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.

Damn, that’s an image I’ll never forget.

“Get up here and show me how well you suck Wyatt’s dick. Just don’t make him come.” A smile tugs at the corner of my lips. “The only place we’re coming is in your tight pussy. We’re going to test the limits of that birth control tonight.”

The second her hips get within reach, I clamp my hands around them and drag her up to my face, sitting her right on my mouth. She lets out a squeal, one that turns into a moan as I shove my tongue in her pussy, relishing her taste. She took way too long to get here and even though I know she’s testing me, I sink into her.

She tightens around my tongue, and I swear I see stars. She feels so good. I could eat her cunt every day for the rest of my life and still not have enough.

But I can’t be greedy. Brantley needs to get her ready for us, for both of us to take her at the same time.

I suck her clit into my mouth and lash it with my tongue. Brantley steps up behind her, his legs brushing against mine, and he pushes on her back and slips two fingers inside her. She cries out with a curse, her legs tightening around my torso, and fuck, she’s dripping, soaking my chin. I fucking love it.

“Goddamn, baby girl,” Wyatt groans as she licks the head of his dick before swallowing him down her throat.

Goddamn is right. Watching her suck my friend’s dick shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but I can’t stop watching her mouth bobbing up and down, working the length of his shaft. I can’t wait to see her with all her holes filled by us.

Her hips rock back and forth, and I tighten my grip on her hips, moving against her, circling her clit, as my tongue moves back and forth, up and down. I’m changing the pressure, the tempo, keeping her on the edge, not letting her get used to a single sensation.

“That’s it, dove, ride my hand. I’m going to add a third finger.” Brantley’s moves faster, and the second he adds the extra finger, she shudders and releases a muffled cry. “You’re doing so good.”

Wyatt is groaning and cursing, and I’m sure he’s close. Fuck, I’m close, and she hasn’t even touched me yet.

Kinsley is moving faster against my mouth, her legs trembling, and I know she’s right there, right at the precipice of something big. I trap her clit between my teeth, and she detonates with a scream. Her orgasm barrels into her, and she squirts around Brantley’s fingers, dripping down my chin, and I nearly come in my pants.

“Fuck, baby girl,” Wyatt groans, shifting around the bed. “Did you just squirt all over Brantley’s fingers? That’s so fucking hot. I can’t wait to make a mess of you.”

I’d agree, but I’m busy. The instant Brant slips his fingers out of her, I’m lifting her up and licking inside her. I don’t want to waste a drop.

“Oh, God.” The tremors are still working their way through her body, and as she comes down from her orgasm, she flops down next to me with a sigh. “I think I died.” But then she sits straight up, her eyes widening. “Shit, your bed. Your face. ”

With a chuckle, I sit, pull off my shirt and wipe my face clean before chucking it to the floor. “My face is fixed, and don’t you worry about the bed. The sheets can be washed and the mattress has a waterproof pad on it. Brantley warned me about your special skill.”

She groans and drops her face in her hands. “You make it sound like something that should be listed on my resume.”

“If it is, you’re hired. Any job you want.”