Page 134 of Pucking the Team

“So come.” Ben scooped his hand under my thigh and widened my legs further. “We all want to watch you come like this.”

“Come, beautiful Pippa,” Eduardo murmured.

Dylan looked up at me and licked my clit over and over.

I could see in his eyes that he wanted me to bang out my first orgasm hard and fast and he was determined to force that from me.

“Oh…oh…I’m going to…”

The pressure was intense and building up so fast. My pussy was quivering.

And then Dylan’s fingers found my entrance and he sank in, deep, giving me something to clench around.

Eduardo squeezed my breasts, trapping my erect nipples between his fingers. His face was next to mine, watching Dylan lick my pussy. His breaths were fast and excited.

“I’m coming, don’t…stop…” I held my breath and concentrated on the powerful sensation about to consume me.

Dylan pumped his fingers, fucking me with them.

I flew into ecstasy, bucking my hips and stiffening in Eduardo’s arms. Bliss burst from my clit, radiating to my torso and limbs.

Ben held my right leg wide. My left leg was clamped onto Dylan’s shoulder.

I cried out, loud, and struggled to catch my breath. Dylan’s tongue was wickedly good.

“Oui, like that,” Eduardo whispered. “Perfect.”

“Fuck, you’re hot when you come,” Ben said.

“And that’s just the first one,” Theo said.

Dylan rose up with his erection jutting forward. He gripped it and aimed it at my entrance. “I can’t fucking wait to get inside you.”

“So don’t wait.”

He drove in, watching his cock disappear. When he hit full depth he nudged in some more, shunting the air from my lungs and butting me up against Eduardo.

“What’s he feel like?” Theo asked and moved a strand of hair from my damp brow.

“Good, so good.”

“Ah yeah…fuck…” Dylan half withdrew then rammed back in. He did that again, and again, four, five times, and then he screwed up his eyes, gritted his teeth, and pulled out completely. He gripped his cock, thumb over the slit, and released a primitive growl of pleasure.

I stilled, totally, knowing that was what he needed me to do so he wasn’t tipped over the edge.

His pleasure extended, and his chest puffed up as he controlled his breathing and his climax. “Ah, that was good,” he said, opening his eyes and staring down at me.

“Jesus, how do you do that, man?” Ben asked.

“Practice.” Dylan pulled back, stood, and shoved his hand through his hair. “And a lot of self-control.”

“Fuck, my self-control has gone.” Ben took Dylan’s place between my legs. “I need to get inside our woman. Now.”

My pussy was wet and still sensitive from my orgasm. Ben entered me, groaning louder the deeper he went.

Eduardo moved so I could lie flat on the bed.

“Oh yes.” I clutched his wide shoulders. “Like that.”