Page 144 of Hard to Judge

Fuck.

My gaze jumps between the people I love, their jaws clenched in ecstasy. I have to breathe through my nose to keep from shooting off too soon. Who needs a storm outside the windows when I have these two?

“Goddamn.” Arlo jerks out of my throat and my mouth altogether. “Come,” he barks at Hailey while keeping his flushed dick out of my reach.

I lick my lips and reach around Hailey, toying with her ass. The tight rosette is already lubed up and ready for action. I don’t even get my finger inside before the pucker pulses against my fingers.

“Yes, Sir,” she screams as her body arches and the circles of her hips get smaller and smaller.

Guess Arlo bought out the whole shop or Hailey just gives no fucks.

Either way, I love it. I love them.

He presses a button with his foot. The table lowers.

Hailey peppers my chest with kisses. Her auburn hair cascades over my belly, tickling my sides. Her fingertips trace the outside of my newest tattoo. “You didn’t have to mark your skin for me.”

“I wanted to.” I cup her face, pull her higher, and crash our mouths together.

Her tongue slides along mine. Too soon, she pulls back. Her hands bracket my neck, plumping her breasts in my face. “I’m permanent whether I’m on your skin or not.”

“Yes, you are.” I tug her forward. Her hands slide off my neck and slap onto the leather chair on either side of my head. My lips close over her nipple.

Not a moment later, Arlo’s weight settles over my thighs.

Hailey and I both groan.

“Is this plump ass ready to take my cock?” Arlo torments us with his words.

“Yes, Sir.” She grips my hair and holds me to her breast as though oxygen is optional.

Hell, Arlo’s filthy mouth already stole the breath in my lungs.

I nod against Hailey’s breast, tugging her nipple. I’m not the only reason she gasps though. Her torso jerks.

“Look at this pretty pink hole, slick and ready for me.” Arlo growls. “I can’t even tell you wore a plug the whole way here.”

“Oooooh.” She moans and my dick jerks between us.

“Just wait until Hota gets ahold of this thing,” Arlo torments. “He’ll have you gaping. He loves to pound an asshole, doesn’t he?”

“Fucking fuck, Arlo.” I hiss, and then latch on to Hailey’s other nipple. “Put it in already.”

“Who’s impatient now?” His laugh is jubilant.

“Us,” Hailey and I scream together.

“Put what in?” He grabs my dick and slides it along Hailey’s swollen pussy lips. I open my mouth to speak, and then Arlo’s dick slides alongside mine. His presses opposite to mine, running along her slick heat.

“Arlo!” I whimper.

“Beg me,” he demands.

“Please.” My forehead meets Hailey’s neck.

“What did you tell me? I know you think that’s begging.” He pulls his dick away.

I groan but also agree. It was a terrible attempt at getting what I want. What we all want.

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