Page 146 of Hard to Judge

“One hundred percent,” I agree.

She draws a big breath, holds it, and then sinks onto my chest and my dick some more as a consequence. She whimpers while Arlo and I hold perfectly still.

Sweat beads on his forehand.

“I’ve done this before.” She hisses. “With toys.”

“Our cocks may not vibrate, but they’re bigger than the toys I used on you,” Arlo qualifies.

“Don’t make me laugh,” she begs.

I slide my hand between our bodies and swirl the pad of my middle finger over her clit. She moans her approval. I continue to stroke her as our hearts slam together.

“It’s changing.” She pants. “Hurting less.” Her gasps whooshes across my neck. “Now I feel so full.”

“Good girl.” I smooth my hand over her hair and hold her to my chest. Above us, every muscle in Arlo’s frame is tensed with restraint. “Can he move, sunshine?”

“Fuck us, husband,” Hailey pleads.

Her words unleash him. His hips pull back, wedging me impossibly deep inside Hailey’s pussy. When he snaps forward, I’m stroked by her tight cunt, nearly to the tip. Then she is slammed back down on me.

With each stroke, my husband’s dick drags along mine through the thin layer of our wife, driving me higher and higher, until I can barely pull a full breath.

Hailey’s breasts drag along my chest. Her pussy clamps me tight.

Arlo lords over us. One hand grips Haley’s nape and the other her hip. His gaze, though, holds me completely and utterly. I’m ensnared.

His freedom in this captivates me more than anything else.

He is untethered in his dominance, in his touch, in his love for us.

“I can’t…” I gasp. “Fuck, I’m about to come.”

“Fill her,” Arlo barks. “I want it leaking out of her for days."

My balls tingle, and my vision goes dark around the edges.

“Jesus.” Hailey groans. She shifts her hips and rubs her clit over my fingers. “Arlo, fill me too.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He hisses and shortens his strokes.

“Yes, Mommy,” I correct a second before I shoot my load into Hailey’s greedy cunt.

“One. Fucking. Day.” Arlo’s thrusts match his words.

Hailey screams. Her breaths puff against my chest as her pussy pulses around my dick.

A few more long strokes and Arlo’s muscles strain.

It takes a few minutes for the world to come back into focus and a few more before Arlo levers off us. I should appreciate the ease with which I can breathe, but I hate the absence of his weight and touch.

“I’ll buy the shop, so we don’t have to get up,” I murmur.

“Sounds like a plan,” Hailey says against my neck, where she’s nuzzled her face.

“So he can offer to buy the tattoo parlor, but I get called a one percenter for when I did the same thing with Crave?” Arlo calls from the other room.

“I’m too fucked to care right now.” Hailey heaves. “Like double-fucked. Reamed out. Split in half. My brain left my body. I can’t be held responsible for anything I say or do until Monday.”

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