Page 77 of Theirs for the Holidays

He pulls out of me, and I can feel the reluctance in it as he withdraws slowly. Without his cock there to fill me up, his cum spills out in a sticky rush. I can feel it, dripping out and slicking my thighs, and my cheeks go red all over again. Something about it feels dirty, and I’m not used to that feeling.

I start to close my legs, but Lennox stops me, pushing them back open again so my pussy is on display for them.

“Don’t hide. I keep saying it. We want to see all of you, Heartbreaker. From your beautiful face and body to this perfect,well fucked pussy. Let us see how filthy we made you and how much you like it.”

I don’t fight it, letting him spread me open again. It feels vulnerable, the way all three of them are looking at me with hunger in their eyes. They can see everything, all the evidence of how much I like this and what they’re doing to me, and that’s so intimate and intense. I don’t want it to stop though.

My pussy throbs with need, even though I just came, and it’s like Lennox can tell. He chuckles and moves between my legs, one hand fisting over his cock.

I watch him with greedy eyes, tracking the way the fat, slick head of his cock disappears and reappears in his fist over and over again. My throat bobs in a swallow, and my pussy gets even wetter somehow.

I just want it that bad.

“I can see it in your eyes,” he says. “How much you want this. Tell me.”

“I want it,” I say obediently. “Please, Lennox. I want to feel you.”

“Good girl. You sure you can handle it? You did just come twice.” His words are dirty, but there’s actual concern there. If I used the safe word or asked them to stop, they would. It’s comforting to know that even as riled up as they are, they would respect a no if I said it.

Not that I have any intentions of stopping this now. With how turned on I am and how much I want this, I won’t be satisfied until I’ve had all three of them.

“I can take it,” I tell him. “Please.” I reach up, pulling him down into a heated kiss. I try to pour all the desire I’m feeling into it, letting him lick it from my lips so he can taste how much I mean it.

Lennox groans. “Good fucking girl,” he says.

His hand trembles a bit as he braces himself with one hand on my thigh. With the other, he rubs his cock against my entrance.

I’m nice and wet from Sawyer’s cum and my own arousal, but it’s still a stretch when Lennox starts to work his cock into me.

He goes slow, either because he’s trying to ease me into it or because he’s trying to drive me insane, but either way I feel every single inch of his cock as he presses in.

And it’s so intense. I’m still sensitive from being fucked already, and all of my nerve endings are alight with sensation. It makes me squirm under him, clawing at the sheets and his arm at the same time.

“Fuck,” I groan. “Oh my god.”

“You take it so damned well,” Sawyer says, his eyes locked on the place where Lennox’s cock is disappearing into me.

“I need more,” I pant, trying to arch against Lennox. He’s not even halfway in yet, and my body craves the feeling of him bottoming out in me. “Please, Lennox.”

He just chuckles and wraps his good hand lightly around my throat, using the grip to press me back down to the bed. My eyes widen and his eyes flash, and it does nothing to calm the thundering pulse of need inside me.

“You don’t get to set the pace, Heartbreaker,” he growls. “I’ve been dreaming about this ever since the first time I fucked you.”

“R-really?”

He nods. “Why do you think I haven’t fucked anyone else since? I would have just been picturing you, with your soft skin and perfect pussy the whole time. And now that I’m here, now that I’m buried inside you again, I’m going to make it count.”

My stomach flutters at the declaration. There’s no lie in his eyes, and all the parts of me that don’t—can’t—quite believe it’s true that he hasn’t had anyone since me, lie quiet. He’s being too sincere about it to be lying to me.

He keeps me pressed down to the bed, the slight pressure on my throat making it impossible to calm down. I’m just primed for this, every part of my body begging for more.

Finally he presses all the way inside me. He’s big enough that I’m stretched around him, and I can feel the imprint of him all through me. My pussy clenches around him, spasming with desire, and Lennox groans, going still for a moment and breathing hard.

He ducks his head, like he’s trying to gather himself, and I reach up to touch his face.

“Are you okay?”

His eyes burn when he looks at me. “I just need a second. I don’t want to come as fast as Sawyer did.”