Page 51 of Hard to Judge

His lips slide over the head of my dick.

I swear the world stops fucking spinning.

He slips down my shaft. His tongue caresses the sensitive underside. My dick hits the back of his throat.

“Mother fuck.” My hands clamp into fists, ready for violence or handfuls of hair, which I won’t allow myself.

Arlo gags himself on my length, laves me on the way up, and spits on my tip as he retreats.

“What the fuck?” I snarl, damn near ready to come.

He licks his lips. “I just wanted to be thorough.”

“I’ll remember that.” For the rest of my fucking days.

“I hope so,” he smarts, exerting the dominance he’s not used to shouldering.

“On the couch. Hands and mouth to yourself until I say otherwise.” I glare.

“Yes, Sir.” He obeys with a snarky grin.

When I turn to Hailey, she grabs my face and pulls me to her. Her lips meet mine in a desperate kiss. I fill my hands with her ass, pull her forward, and lift her, dragging her clit over my barbells. Soon, she’s panting against my lips.

“Remember when I said to stay quiet?” I say into her mouth.

“Yes, Sir.” She groans.

“No more quiet, Hailey. I want to hear everything.” I situate my fat head at her entrance and ease her down. Only my dick doesn’t get very far.

“Oh fuck.” She hisses, and I mirror it.

“You’re so tight.” I groan. “How the fuck does his dick fit?”

“I’ve usually had at least three orgasms before he tries to get inside.”

“Spoiled.” I snarl and pull her down, working my base round and round, trying to stretch her.

“I am no—” My invasion steals her breath…for a second. “Oh god. Oh god! Oh god!” she chants, and I’m not even halfway in.

I grab a handful of hair at her nape, cutting off the last exclamation. I jerk her head toward Arlo. “That’s your god, Hailey.” I drag her head back to me. “I’m your devil.”

The fullness of her thighs meets my hand. I stare right into her soul. “Now take it.” I pull her onto my cock as I drive my hips up to meet hers.

Her arms wrap around me. Her fingers dig into my shoulders. Her sobs buffet my neck.

I feel like I’ve gone too far, like I need to apologize, like I need to lay on my belly and let her walk on my back with her pointiest stilettos.

And then she moves.

The perfect heat of her cunt strangles my dick on a tentative glide up. Then down. “Fuck me, Hota, please.”

The snarl that leaves my throat is inhuman. I jerk my hips up, hold her tight, pull to the tip, and then ram home.

Slowly, Hailey’s sobs turn into moans.

I glide my hand from her nape and massage her sore ass, working her up and down my dick. “Look at me, Hailey.”

She levers back and cups my face in her hands. The move presses her tits together and squeezes my fucking heart more.

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