Page 99 of Hard to Judge

I’m about to tell them they’ll pay for this tenfold when Arlo parts my thighs and crawls between them. My tongue goes thick in my mouth. He grips my thighs and shoves my knees high, opening me to him like I was only a few hours ago.

“Don’t move, love,” he barks.

All I can do is nod and puzzle over the endearment. I was raised in the UK. Everyone called anyone love. It’s not special. Arlo spent time there. I’ve never heard him refer to anyone as love.

Is it special, or is it nothing?

He coaxes Hailey next to him with a curl of his finger. When she meets him between my spread thighs, he twirls her red locks into a knot, and kisses her mouth. “I want you to deep throat him like you’d love nothing more than to die on his cock.”

“My pleasure.”

Arlo and I watch my dick disappear behind her pink lips. The move has us all groaning. Then Arlo drops down onto his belly.

His firm hands hold me wide open. The slick of his tongue runs up the seam of my nuts.

“Jesus, fuck.”

He sucks my bare balls into his mouth and tugs. Hailey’s tight throat hugs my dick. She works me in deep, up and down without a breath. Slurps and gulps fill my ears while our moans create a symphony.

Within a minute, my gasps reach the crescendo.

My body bows. My hips jerk.

“Up.” Arlo pulls Hailey off my dick, but it’s too late. There’s no stopping the pleasure from vibrating through my body and rocketing up from my damp balls.

He grips my shaft, jerks me twice, and pulls her face to my head along with his.

“Oh fuck you.” My jaw clenches, and my cum flies into their mouths between their kiss. “Fuck you.”

I don’t mean to curse them, but they’re ruining me for anyone else. Right. Like I haven’t been ruined from the moment I laid eyes on these two.

Arlo and Hailey are plastered to either side of me. We’re cum soaked and limp on my bed. No one has made an effort to leave, not even to clean us up. Honestly, I don’t want them to. I’d rather stay here in this dirty bubble in my bed for…well, forever.

Here, nothing else matters.

Hailey trails the tiniest kisses over my chest while Arlo nuzzles his face into my nape. One of his arms is wrapped around my shoulders and Hailey’s too, while his free hand skates along my hip, down my thigh, and up again on glorious repeat.

“Doesn’t seem fair.” I break the silence, thought overriding self-preservation.

“What’s that?” Arlo asks, nipping my earlobe.

My leg is nestled between Arlo’s, and my ankle is wrapped around his, locking him close. I hold Hailey to me with one hand looped over her shoulder and down her still clothed back, while my other lays heavily over her hip, caressing her ass with my fingers.

“That sunshine is dressed, and we aren’t,” I admit.

“It does seem a shame to keep such perfect tits covered.” Arlo’s hand leaves my thigh, slides up the buttons on Hailey’s blouse, then detours. His thick fingers pinch her nipple, coaxing a whimper from her and me too.

She smacks his hand away. “He’s not ready.” Her electric eyes swing from Arlo to me.

“Oh, I’m ready.” I shove my hips forward, stabbing her in the belly with my half-hard dick. “Wrap that tight pussy around me and I’ll come so fast I’ll embarrass myself.”

Her tiny hand meets my nipple in a slap.

“Ouch.” I snag my bottom lip in my teeth. “I like it. Hit me again, mommy.”

“You’re vile.” She laughs.

“You like it.” I pinch her nipple like Arlo did.

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