Page 97 of Hard to Judge

I tug his pants down to his thick thighs and slap my palm hard on his exposed cheek.

Every muscle in Arlo’s body locks up. It creates the most stunning topographical map over his back. Canyons and peaks, winding rivers and desolate plains.

Fuck. I knew it. Disappointment still sours on my tongue.

He’s trying. I can see that. Goddamn, I can feel it with every pulse. My ass thrums. Something I never thought possible. Yet with me behind him, he’s scared.

I don’t blame him at all. If I went through half of what he endured under the hand of his sadistic uncle, I’d have endedmyself long ago. Yet here he is. Successful. Adoring. And trying his damn best.

“Shhh.” I soothe the area with gentle strokes that work up his sides and over the scars of his past.

Hailey’s hands are in his hair and along his face. Her words are soft, breathing life into him.

“We’ve got you, and we’re never letting you go.” I coast my hands up his spine and bring my lips back to his ear. “Now, tell me, whose pussy are you eating, Arlo?”

His throat works on a swallow. “Our pussy.”

The thinness in his voice stabs me while his words mend the wound. I’d expected him to say Hailey’s or his pussy.

But ours?

My brain goes offline for a second and then reboots.

“Then you better be a good boy and make her come.” I kiss my way down his neck and run my lips over every last scar on his back.

Hailey shrieks. Arlo’s hips buck, seeking friction.

Gently, slowly, I reach around and palm him.

“Yes, please.” Arlo muffles against Hailey’s cunt.

“Only if you make her come again.” I hold him gently, enjoying the weight of his dick and the silk of his skin.

“Easy.” He slides two fingers inside Hailey’s tight body and curls them.

“Can’t give a girl a minute?” She groans, clutching at her breasts beneath her shirt.

“Nope,” Arlo says before burying his face in her swollen pussy.

“Can’t take it, sunshine?” I waggle a brow at her. “I can always take over?”

Her head shakes. “You wouldn’t let me come until tomorrow.” She pants.

“And you’d enjoy every minute of the torture, wouldn’t you?” I grin and tighten my hand around Arlo’s shaft.

“Yes,” they shout in unison. Arlo’s more muttered than hers.

The muscles in his shoulders bunch and stretch as he works her deep inside. His hips jerk, trying to fuck my hand.

“Still your hips, or I stop.” I nip his shoulder. When his hips quit jerking, I give him a long, clean stroke. “Good boy. Now eat that pussy like you want to come.”

His head shakes back and forth between her thighs while his fingers curl and rub.

“Fucking shit.” Hailey’s eyes are vivid and intense on us. “You two are so fucking hot. I could come just from watching you touch each other.”

I reach forward, pressing into Arlo’s back so hard I might be suffocating him, and then pinch her right nipple hard. “Come for him.”

“How about I come for both of you?” Her head lolls back.

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