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Renewed desire builds, and fresh wetness floods my pussy.
“What do you say, pretty girl?” Beck kisses my shoulder. “Can you take another dick tonight?”
I smile slow and wickedly at Noah. “Come and fuck your wife, baby. Let me see if you can measure up.”
Chapter thirty-five
Noah
“Your cum is inside your wife’s pussy, Noah. But just remember—so is mine.”
I open my eyes, cock hard from the vivid memory of last night. I’ve been sleeping on top of the covers, so not only is my arm asleep under me, but my dick also aches for relief despite the chill from the air conditioner. If Quinn hadn’t taken us both yesterday, I’d wake her up for slow morning sex.
She’s sleeping next to me on her back soundly, hair a mess but an unmistakable smile on her features.
More snapshots of last night play behind my eyelids. Beck praising me for how good of a boy I was while removing the crystal plug from my ass and massaging the feeling back into my legs.
My cock buried deep inside Quinn’s soaking wet pussy, the mixture of her and Beck’s cum so incredibly hot and slick around me. Me fucking my wife’s already used body senseless until we both came with stars in our eyes.
The last thing I remember was Beck demanding we both rest while he got a warm washcloth to clean us up and some ice water to drink. I was so satisfied and exhausted, I returned the glass to Beck and promptly passed out, Quinn snuggling into my arms and Beck spooning my back.
I shift on the bed, still feeling the larger man behind me. He’s on top of the covers as well. If I can get out of bed without waking them up, I’ll take a cold shower or go run off my morning wood at the gym.
I get as far as my abs contracting to sit up before Beck’s hand on my hip stops me.
His beard tickles my shoulder before he lays a kiss to the skin there. “Dreaming about last night?” he whispers.
My body responds to the huskiness of his voice and the caress of his lips. Goosebumps rise on my skin, and my toes curl.
“Hard not to,” I whisper back.
His hand travels down to my wood, and his warm fist wraps around my shaft. He presses his thick, swelling cock snugly between my ass cheeks.
“Goddamn, your body,” Beck murmurs while he rocks back and forth. “I forgot how addicting you are.”
His admission only serves to turn me on more. I close my eyes, falling into the sensations he’s creating. I reach my hand back to thread through his long hair tangled from sleep, his breaths puffing against the side of my face as he continues to thrust his cock between my cheeks.
The urge to take over and pin him to the mattress builds in my stomach, the idea of riding him until I come all over his chest sending heated sparks through my veins.
When I watched him fucking Quinn within an inch of her life last night, I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t think about his cock doing the same to me. Or what it would feel like if he took my ass while my dick was buried inside my wife’s amazing pussy.
Fuck.
Beck clutches my cock and thrusts his dick faster against me, his pre-cum staining my skin as he moves back and forth. Every time he fucks upward, he brushes against my puckered hole, and with each pass, I get closer and closer to coming.
He stops, and I hold back a groan of frustration.
“We have an audience,” Beck says, breath tickling my ear.
My eyes snap open to find Quinn watching us with a lazy smile on her face. A quick scan of her body tells me everything I need to know about how she feels waking up to this scene. The blanket that was covering her before is pooled down past her breasts, and it’s obvious her hand is moving beneath the blankets.
Beck starts to pump my cock again and addresses Quinn. “Someone likes what she sees.”
“Don’t stop,” she commands.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” Beck answers confidently. “Were you, baby?”
Baby. I love it when he and Quinn call me that.
