Page 52 of Hard to Judge

“You’re fucking stunning, sunshine.” I nip her thumb as she drags it across my lower lip. “Are you ready to come?”

“Yes.” She nods, driving herself up and down my length. “Please.”

I hammer into her slick heat, using my feet and the couch as leverage. “Then soak me, sunshine. Fucking soak me.”

Just one slap of her ass as she’s panting, strangling my dick.

“Yes, fuck.” I ram into her even as I start to spill inside her tight cunt. “Drain me, Hailey. Take it.”

“Yes, fuck, Hota!” She grinds into my pelvic bone and shudders. She screams and spills sweet words into my ears until she’s a limp noodle on my chest.

I smooth her hair back from her face. “Good fucking girl. I’m so proud of you, Hailey.”

“Thank you,” she whispers.

With a finger to her lips, I shake my head. “No, it’s my pleasure.”

“And my pain,” she says with a grin against my lips.

I turn to Arlo. “Go get my bag.”

He stands and a long stream of precum dangles off the tip of his bobbing dick. “Fuck.” His voice rattles as his large hand gathers the wetness and smooths it down his length. He vibrates with need but pushes through the sheet to obey.

“God damn,” I groan. My lips press to Hailey’s hair. “Did I truly hurt you?”

Her head shakes. “Just pushed me. Scared me a little.” She takes a deep breath, as though steadying herself, and then sits up and looks down. “Oh.”

“Were you expecting a bloodbath?”

She shrugs and quirks her precious mouth.

I lift her chin and make her meet my eyes. “I would never make you bleed unless you wanted me to. Thank you for trusting me.” I kiss her lips, then pull back. “Now, lay back on the coffee table and spread your legs wide. If Arlo wants my cum, he can lick it out of your pussy.”

Her whimper ripples over my chest, where she traces the top line of my tattoo with her finger. She presses her lips to mine and pulls off my flagging dick.

My heavy leather duffel drops to the cushion-covered floor with a thud. Arlo drops to his knees beside it only half a foot away from where I stand hunched in the fort. His muscles bind with tension from his broad shoulders and run down his flexed forearms. Every dip and rise of his abdomen strains. The deep V points toward his dripping tip.

“Please,” he begs.

The plea sounds foreign on his lips. His full, wet lips.

I study his heavy length, covered in glorious veins. They’re full of blood, filling his impressive girth and making the fat head almost purple.

“Please, what?” My words come out as a growl.

“Please, Sir, I need to come.” There’s no reluctance in him. It knocks me back like an anvil to the chest. If my feet weren’t firmly planted on the floor, bracing my kneel, I’d be on my ass.

I grab his face and turn him toward Hailey, splayed over the coffee table. Her hair spills across the stone, while her open legs reveal her swollen cunt, leaking my cum. “You woke with her in your bed. I’m sure you can wait a little while longer.”

His teeth scrape his lower lip, so close to where my thumb holds his chin. After a moment of drinking her in, his eyes shift to me. “You told me not to come until you say.”

“You didn’t…” My brain goes fuzzy with pride. “After I left…” Pride is the fall because my mouth refuses to articulate.

“No, I haven’t.” Arlo’s hand wraps around my wrist, holding my hand to his face.

It’s an intimate gesture. Suddenly, I feel more exposed than if I walked through Times Square naked. I wouldn’t give a fuck about walking through the city naked. But Arlo’s eyes are intent and open on me.

Goddamn.

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