Page 7 of High Stakes

“Five. Six. Seven,” she exhales the breath she was holding and shifts her hips, trying to find friction against Hayden’s leg.

“You’re doing so well,” Hayden whispers, and tugs on her braid again, his other hand tracing slow lines along the back and side of her neck.

She moans and her eyes flutter closed, already so close to caving. SLAP! “Eight.” SLAP! “Nine.” SLAP! “Ten,” she groans out and her hips jerk forward.

Hayden’s fingers massage the sensitive spot on her neck as I drop the belt and work my hands over her red ass. “You’re so beautiful when you break, Angel. Come on, break for us.” He leans forward slightly and pulls her head back again by her braid. He wraps his other hand around her throat, cutting off her air supply. “Let me hear how pretty you beg.”

She shakes her head slightly and closes her eyes, ever the fighter.

I pull my hand back and deliver four more quick smacks, my palm stinging from the force. My dick throbs painfully as I watch the red handprints blossom over her skin.

“Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen,” she hisses through clenched teeth. Her face turns bright red as Hayden cuts off her oxygen again.

“Be a good girl for me, Angel,” Hayden coaxes and tugs at her braid, gently pulling her head back even further.

I swing my hand down one more time, slapping my palm across her abused skin.

Emelia groans again, shifting her weight and seeking some relief from the pressure no doubt building in her core. I know I’m about to implode if she doesn’t crack soon. “Fifteen. Please. No more. Please, please,” she whispers and I watch her body sag against Hayden’s leg.

“Get her pants off,” I whisper huskily and work my own pants down my legs.

“You did so well, Angel, hold out for us okay?” Hayden whispers and strips the rest of her clothes off, tossing them on top of her discarded jacket. He spins her around and sets her on his lap facing me with her legs on either side of his. “Hold onto me, okay?” He takes her arms and lifts them until they are wrapped around his neck.

I take in the sight of her gloriously naked body, stretched out on his lap. With her arms like that, her breasts are pushed out and her nipples are just begging to be sucked. But I can’t, because I’m still wearing my helmet.

This is the first time I consider that this is a stupid idea. Fucking helmets. Fucking masks. What kind of kink is this anyway?

Hayden pulls his knees apart, spreading her open for me, and holds her hands firmly in place behind his neck.

“Please,” she moans and cants her hips in a slow circle. “Declan, please.”

And my resolve shatters. I was planning to take this slow and torture her even further for being a brat, but the way she says my name has my dick dripping precum and aching to fill her pussy. “You’re so gorgeous when you beg, Princess,” I say as I bend my knees slightly so I can line myself up with her entrance.

She moans at the contact and shifts her hips, rubbing her wetness against the head of my cock as it throbs in response. “Declan,” she whispers and drops her head back onto Hayden’s shoulder as I push slowly into her.

I slide in until I’m balls deep and then pause, feeling her walls flutter around my hard cock. “She’s so close already,” I say to Hayden, who nods once. “God, Princess. You love it don’t you?”

She nods frantically and moves her hips in a figure eight motion, seeking relief for the tension building. I grab hold of her hips and start a brutal pace, shifting her slightly on Hayden’s lap with each thrust.

“Fucking shit,” Hayden mutters and I watch his hips twitch as her ass grinds against his erection. “Atta girl, take him, and once he’s done… I’ll fill you up with mine too.” He groans when I give a particularly hard thrust, sending her against him harder.

My cock swells inside her as I pound away, my eyes glued to her tits as they bounce with each thrust of my hips. My balls draw up and a shudder races down my spine as I approach the edge. “Come on, Princess, milk my cock,” I whisper as her pussy tightens and I feel the first throb of her orgasm. “Fuck,” I groan and slow my pace, spilling inside her. She lets out a piercing scream followed by a groan as her walls clamp down repeatedly,drawing every drop of cum out of me. My cock gives a final twitch, sending one final jet of cum inside her.

I pull out with a low growl and cover her opening with my fingers, holding my cum inside. “Hold it in there for me, baby girl, I want him to feel it when he fucks you.” Her legs tremble and she hums weakly.

Hayden shivers and lets go of her arms, letting them fall to her sides. “You did so well. I am so proud of you,” he whispers as she stands on shaky legs.

I reach out and pull her against me as she sways on her feet. That was one hell of an orgasm. I’m not sure how she’s even standing at all. She squeezes her thighs together as Hayden pulls his pants down. “Ride him, baby. Put him out of his misery.”

Hayden fists his cock in his gloved hand and opens his free arm for her. She climbs back onto his lap and sits down on his cock with ease, my cum oozing out around him.

Fucking shit, that is so sexy.

My dick twitches again as I pull my pants on and watch the two of them lose themselves in gentle thrusts and his worshiping praises. I start the trek back to her house to set up a bath and heat up the pizza we brought. She deserves a rest after that performance. Hayden will bring her back on his bike when they’re finished.

Emelia’s scream echoes through the forest, sending birds scattering into the sky. I remove my helmet and smile at Hayden’s echoing shout, knowing they’ll be along eventually.

I never thought I’d share a woman with my best friend, but that shit was some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had. I’m still grinning when I unlock the door to her house and step inside to drop my helmet on the table. I stop dead, helmet hung in midair, and size up the man currently standing in the kitchen with a pizza stone in hand. “Hector,” I say smoothly and finish settingmy helmet down. He narrows his eyes at me and cracks his neck to the side.

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