Page 115 of #Bossholes

My entire body is practically vibrating with need. My pulse is hammering in my veins, and my dick is so hard it’s throbbing. She’s moving at a snail’s pace, and I want her delectable cunt fucking my mouth as quickly as possible.

She takes off her bra as slowly as she did her panties and tosses it to the side with a smirk. Wyatt loses his briefs and moves to the other side of the bed as she crawls up my legs. Her breasts sway back and forth, and her eyes are glued to Wyatt’s cock, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.

Damn, that’s an image I’ll never forget.

“Get up here and show me how well you suck Wyatt’s dick. Just don’t make him come.” A smile tugs at the corner of my lips. “The only place we’re coming is in your tight pussy. We’re going to test the limits of that birth control tonight.”

The second her hips get within reach, I clamp my hands around them and drag her up to my face, sitting her right on my mouth. She lets out a squeal, one that turns into a moan as I shove my tongue in her pussy, relishing her taste. She took way too long to get here and even though I know she’s testing me, I sink into her.

She tightens around my tongue, and I swear I see stars. She feels so good. I could eat her cunt every day for the rest of my life and still not have enough.

But I can’t be greedy. Brantley needs to get her ready for us, for both of us to take her at the same time.

I suck her clit into my mouth and lash it with my tongue. Brantley steps up behind her, his legs brushing against mine, and he pushes on her back and slips two fingers inside her. She cries out with a curse, her legs tightening around my torso, and fuck, she’s dripping, soaking my chin. I fucking love it.

“Goddamn, baby girl,” Wyatt groans as she licks the head of his dick before swallowing him down her throat.

Goddamn is right. Watching her suck my friend’s dick shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but I can’t stop watching her mouth bobbing up and down, working the length of his shaft. I can’t wait to see her with all her holes filled by us.

Her hips rock back and forth, and I tighten my grip on her hips, moving against her, circling her clit, as my tongue moves back and forth, up and down. I’m changing the pressure, the tempo, keeping her on the edge, not letting her get used to a single sensation.

“That’s it, dove, ride my hand. I’m going to add a third finger.” Brantley’s moves faster, and the second he adds the extra finger, she shudders and releases a muffled cry. “You’re doing so good.”

Wyatt is groaning and cursing, and I’m sure he’s close. Fuck, I’m close, and she hasn’t even touched me yet.

Kinsley is moving faster against my mouth, her legs trembling, and I know she’s right there, right at the precipice of something big. I trap her clit between my teeth, and she detonates with a scream. Her orgasm barrels into her, and she squirts around Brantley’s fingers, dripping down my chin, and I nearly come in my pants.

“Fuck, baby girl,” Wyatt groans, shifting around the bed. “Did you just squirt all over Brantley’s fingers? That’s so fucking hot. I can’t wait to make a mess of you.”

I’d agree, but I’m busy. The instant Brant slips his fingers out of her, I’m lifting her up and licking inside her. I don’t want to waste a drop.

“Oh, God.”The tremors are still working their way through her body, and as she comes down from her orgasm, she flops down next to me with a sigh. “I think I died.” But then she sits straight up, her eyes widening. “Shit, your bed.Your face.”

With a chuckle, I sit, pull off my shirt and wipe my face clean before chucking it to the floor. “My face is fixed, and don’t you worry about the bed. The sheets can be washed and the mattress has a waterproof pad on it. Brantley warned me about your special skill.”

She groans and drops her face in her hands. “You make it sound like something that should be listed on my resume.”

“If it is, you’re hired. Any job you want.”

SIXTY-ONE

Kinsley

It’s right thereon the tip of my tongue, to tell him I will not be working for him in any capacity, but then Wyatt’s mouth glides along my neck, and suddenly it doesn’t seem important.

I grab his face and pull him to me, crashing my mouth against his. He instantly takes over the kiss, sliding his tongue in my mouth, exploring, showing me exactly how he wants to fuck me—with long, leisurely stokes. And I show him exactly how I feel, meeting him with a fevered passion that soon has me kneeling on the bed, my hips working back and forth, but there’s nothing there to satisfy me.

“That tight pussy of mine aching to be filled?” Brantley reaches between us, his hand wrapping around my throat, and he drags me to him, pressing his lips to mine. He keeps his touch light, his kiss shallow, and I can’t help but nod.

These men make me a desperate woman, and I need them to consume me, to wreck me so completely, so thoroughly, none of us will know what day it is.

Brantley climbs on the bed beside me, his huge dick sticking straight up, and fuck. I’ve never thought a dick was particularly gorgeous before, but the three of them are a work of art.Everything from their muscular bodies to their hard, veiny shafts are delicious.

Maverick places a light hand on my shoulder, peppering kisses along my shoulder, and guides me toward Brantley. “Alright, firecracker, sink down on him.”

I can’t move fast enough.

Brantley lines up with my entrance, and the second I drop down on his cock, we both let out a loud groan. I flutter around him, adjusting to his girth, my hands running along his chest and over his biceps.

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