Page 56 of Hard to Judge

“Not yet, you’re not.” I kiss her leg and manage to right myself. “Legs together while I give Arlo a little taste.”

Her eyes track me as I turn on her lover. His gaze is locked on my dick. He licks his lips. I sit on the edge of the sofa, where Hailey can easily see. Damn, she’s a sight, strewn across the table with marks all over her gorgeous skin. The length in my ass smarts, and I bite back a moan.

I settle my unflinching gaze on Arlo. His drained dick is long and proud, fully hard against his belly again. “Did you like the taste you stole earlier?”

“Yes.” His gaze devours my dick whole.

“Come closer.” I point between my feet.

He shuffles close, careful not to touch me. For the first time, I know it’s because I haven’t permitted him yet, instead of his aversion to touch.

I press my lips to his forehead and draw in a deep breath. He smells like the ocean, vast and seemingly never-ending. Then I straighten. “Do you want a real taste with Hailey’s cum and mine?”

“Please.” He places a tentative hand on my thigh, and I have to stop myself from coming immediately.

“I won’t take your throat, and you won’t finish me today. Understood?” I narrow my gaze at him. As open as he is right now, I don’t want to scare him or make him backtrack.

“Understood.”

“Then suck my dick, Arlo.”

His hands run up my thighs, mapping skin he hasn’t touched in decades. He’s so big between my legs, whereas Hailey is so slight. I chance a look at her and find her smiling at us as though she can’t quite believe what’s happening.

Me fucking either.

Arlo’s hot lips land on my left knee and slowly skate up, licking and nibbling my hot flesh as he goes. Just when I think I can’t take any more sweetness without sobbing, he cups my balls and tugs.

“Motherfuck,” I hiss.

“Tell me, Hailey, what’s it like to have this monster cock down your throat?” Arlo demands.

Her moan filters its way to us. “Forbidden. Dirty in the best possible way. It tickles and hurts, but so good.”

I groan, and then my brain goes completely the fuck offline for a minute. I blink at my best friend. My pierced dick disappears between his lips and then hits the back of his throat and sinks deep into the tight hole.

“That’s incredibly hot.” Hailey gasps, toying with her nipples.

Hot?

Try molten. Mind-melting.

Arlo's lips wrapped around my dick, his throat strangling me, and Hailey’s stunningly used body sprawled for our eyes.

It feels too good. Too overwhelming. Like my mind and body have hit a major malfunction.

He gags on me.

I pull him up by his cheeks and turn his face to look at me. I don’t know what I intend to say or why I don’t want him choking on me when it’s a thing I strive for with everyone else who’s had their mouth on me.

“Let me,” he begs. “Let me make you feel good.”

I want to tell him that holding my hand will make me feel good. I want to tell him that his gagging on my cock terrifies me.

What if he has a flashback?

What if he never touches me again?

“Trust me like you always have.” He places his hand over mine on his face. The warmth seeps into my skin. “Because I’m finally starting to trust myself.”

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