Page 67 of My Three Hometown Hard Hats

He slides inside easily after how wet they just made me. He waits a minute for me to adjust, though, once he’s all the way inside.

“I love the way you feel around my cock,” he whispers in my ear.

Brooks sits down beside me. I expect him to guide his cock toward my mouth, but he just sits there. When I reach for his cock, he bats my hand away.

“What?” I ask, turning to look at him as Austin moves so he’s kneeling while he’s still inside of me.

“If you touch me, I’m going to come. I want to be inside of you when I do that,” he half-groans, half-whimpers.

“Well, I guess you better be good then and not come,” I say, swatting his own hands away. My fingers wrap around his cock.

I start to slowly stroke him as Austin starts to thrust inside of me. Brooks and I both moan in unison.

“Damn,” Conrad says from his spot across the room where he’s leaning against the wall, watching all of us. “I like this side of you, sweetheart.”

“Me too,” Austin grunts out as he picks up his pace.

“You’ll be my good girl, though, won’t you?” Conrad says, drawing my attention back to him as I continue to stroke his brother and get railed by one of his best friends.

“Yes,” I whisper. He winks at me, and I melt. Suddenly, another orgasm is rapidly building.

“Austin, you need to fucking come, man,” Brooks say, barely holding it together.

“Come with me, angel,” Austin says, between thrusts.

“Okay,” I moan, and the next time he hits that magical spot inside, the pleasure overtakes me. Austin’s grip on my hips tightens as he comes with me.

The waves of my orgasm are still rippling through me as Austin slips out, and suddenly, Brooks is right there taking his place.

He slides inside, pounding into me relentlessly. My orgasm, that had started to fade, is now back with full force. My pussy tightening around his length pushes him to the brink.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans as he comes.

He lies on top of me as we both try to catch our breath—try being the operative word with this huge, muscled man lying on me.

When he finally pulls out of me, I can immediately feel the wetness between my legs from all three of us. Maybe I should feel embarrassed by it, but I don’t.

Austin appears at my side with a wet cloth. The way he gently cleans me up is such a contradiction to the way he just fucked me.

He kisses my forehead before going to toss the cloth in his laundry basket.

“How are you feeling?” Conrad asks, moving onto the bed.

“My pussy’s a little sore, but I’m good.” I smile at him.

He smirks back. “Yeah, I’m sure it is.” He dips two of his fingers down over my sensitive clit and to my entrance.

His fingers are gentle as they track over my tender flesh. He moves them down further between my ass cheeks.

“Has anyone ever taken you here before?”

“No,” I breathe out, a new sensation spreading through me with the feeling of his fingers massaging the wetness into the ring of muscle.

“Would you want that?” he asks, his face serious.

I nod.

“Use your words, sweetheart. If you don’t want to do that, we don’t have to.”