Page 70 of Our Sadie

And once I pushed myself in, she gazed up at me in welcome. I never would’ve imagined myself open to sharing a woman like this, but now that I have, I’m savoring it. Savoring her.

I’m no longer concerned about us guys being against each other or making physical contact. I think all of us are straight, not that it matters. The main thing is that I don’t need to be all uptight about any of this.

I can just go with the flow.

It’s so much better to let everything unfold, to allow Sadie to be what she really is: in charge. I’m in her hands right now. We all are, and I’m enjoying how freeing it is. Besides, Not only is Sadie all warmed up, she’s so sopping that sliding my cock inside her is like stepping into a jacuzzi at precisely the right temperature.

Warm.

Safe.

Totally dope.

Yeah, I know part of that slippiness is from Dom, but part of it is also me. And even if it wasn’t, I’m receiving the benefit so why complain?

She wants us all again, so I’m making this time count. I can go for so much longer this time that I have no problem making her orgasm twice in quick succession. I’ve learned what she needs and use that to my advantage.

I’m going for another one from her, my head down, my lips plastered to her neck, her breasts against my bare chest, when she wraps her legs around me. She clenches down, not only with those legs but with her pussy, climaxing again, and that’s all she wrote for me. I pour myself within the depths of her with as much gusto as I did the first time.

Breaths are still sawing in and out of us when I roll off her, and she motions for Jerome to take over. He does, not even bothering with waiting for me to get completely out of the way. He simply fucks her as her hand rests on top of me. I turn on my side, taking that hand. Dom clambers back up on her other side, weaving his fingers into her hair, and it’s like the three of us are having her at the same time.

Making love to her at the same time.

Literally, we’re not, but somehow, it still feels that way.

She comes at least twice more—damn, I’m so tired now that I’m losing count—and Jerome’s bellow announces his second of the evening. Dom goes again, and my eyes shut of their own accord. I’m conscious of everything that’s going on. I hear it, smell it, feel it. We’re all sweat-slicked, all high on life, high on her. But it’s only after she and Dom are finished a few orgasms later that I realize that Jerome’s attempting to snag my attention.

I open my eyes to see each of them standing at the side of the bed while Sadie dozes in the center of it.

“Come here, man.”

I lug my exhausted ass up and instantly see what he means. She’s lying there prone, legs still loose and wide open, the white streams of our combined come trickling out of her and onto the sheets. My cock gives a reenergized twitch at the sight.

Really, dude? Aren’t you satisfied after all that? We’ve been doing this for hours now.

“Why is that so hot?” I ask, keeping my voice low.

“I know, right?” Jerome says. “I’m half erect again. And that’s without a single milligram of Viagra.”

He is.

So is Dom, who shrugs. “She’s beautiful and full of our seed. Something primal within us really likes that.” Dom might not seem like the most intellectual among us, but the man’s making a lot of sense. “But we can’t let her sleep like that. Let’s clean her up.”

He kisses her lips until she stirs, then murmurs something about taking care of her.

She sits up, looking both debauched and adorable with her hair tangled and all over the place, her lips pinker than normal and swollen. Dom helps her up, and the next thing I hear is the shower. I wonder if he’s in there with her.

Probably.

Meanwhile, Jerome and I change out the bedlinens, so Sadie doesn’t have to worry about any wet spots. Of which there are more than one.

Finally, the sheets are fresh, and Sadie and Dom steal out of her bathroom smelling like her fancy soap and shampoo. He even stations her at the seating area off to the side and brushes out her hair. Once the four of us are dressed for some heavy sleep time, we all tumble back into the bed, all of us huddled together without regard for who’s touching who.

Our heads hit our pillows even though the sun is rising outside.

And I don’t remember much after that.

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