Page 131 of Hard to Judge

His dick jumps on his belly. He reaches up, intent on stroking himself.

“Don’t you dare touch what’s mine,” I snarl and press deeper into his body.

“Hota,” he whines.

I whirl my fingers and watch him squirm. “No one can touch you unless I say. Not you. Not that little vixen soaking her panties and eyeing your dick like it’s a lolly.” I cut my eyes to Hailey.

She licks her red lips until they glisten.

“Look at her mouth,” I tell Arlo. “Bet her pussy lips are just as wet.”

“Wetter.” Arlo groans.

“You won’t know until I let you.” Adding another finger, I squeeze more of me inside him.

His head thrashes, mussing his already-soaked hair. “Please.” He begs for nothing and everything all at once.

My hand trails up his abdomen, strumming over every notch of muscle as I go. “For so long, I couldn’t do this.” I waggle my fingers, teasing the area around his prostate. “I’m pretty sure we’re all going to have to take the next month off work. Fucking and teasing you is all I want to do.”

“Then fuck me already.” Arlo’s mouth hangs open. Breaths pant in and out. The crease between his brows furrows as though he’s in pain.

“You don’t like this exquisite torture?” I ease a third finger inside.

“Oh fuck.” He huffs. “I’m so full.”

I lean over him, letting my dick slide along his to his salacious groan. I nibble his jaw and drag my cheek along his until I reach his ear. “Not even close.” With that, I strum his prostate.

“Sweet fuck!” His head thrashes from side to side. His hips jerk. “I’m going to come,” Arlo screams.

“Look at me,” I bark.

His squinted eyes pop open, and he looks at me. “Not going to help,” he pants.

“You’re not going to come until I tell you to come.”

I’ve never kicked a puppy, nor would I ever, but Arlo’s expression swears I did just that.

“Say it.” I gather lube from his balls and massage his rim, seeking entry between my fingers and the ring of muscle.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” Arlo heaves.

My pinky finds its way in, and I push forward. “Say it.”

“I’m not going to come until you tell me,” he bellows. “Oh god, I’m never going to come. You’re too big. You’re bigger than your fingers.” He almost sobs.

“Arlo,” I snarl. His gaze shifts from that faraway spot and focuses on me. “Your ass is going to gobble me up, and you’re going to beg for more.”

He whimpers.

“Hailey, clothes off. Let’s see how wet those lips are,” I order.

Arlo’s head snaps to the side, trying his damnedest to view the show. Hailey’s green eyes find mine. She toys with the straps of her dress. There’s a depth to her gaze that tells me she knows her role here and is thrilled to play it. Slowly, she stands and eases closer, and then turns.

The red mane of her hair cascades down her back in a neat ponytail. She eases it to the side and pokes out her ass. Over her shoulder, she bats her lashes at our man. “Can you help me?”

“Goddamn.” Arlo reaches up with one shaking hand, grips the zipper, and tugs.

Inch by glorious inch of creamy flesh is revealed. I should be stretching Arlo wider, but I’m also caught in the warmth of Hailey. The dress falls to the ground. She teases the scrap of fabric she calls panties over her full ass and down her milky thighs, and then bends at the hips.

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