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All I needed to do was close my eyes, and I could smell her. My cock had never been so hard. I could feel my pulse thumping through the thick shaft.

No, I just needed to sleep this off.

I closed my eyes, but instead of sweet darkness, all I saw was her.

At first, I saw her on the counter alone; her nightgown had fallen off both shoulders, exposing her perfect breasts, soft pink nipples teased into stiff peaks, and the cutest little tan lines decorated her skin.

Then she lifted one of her legs and let her knee fall to the side, exposing her pink pussy lips, already glistening with moisture.

My cock jumped with interest, and my mouth watered.

She ran her fingers over her shoulders, her soft body, stopping only to pinch her nipples for a moment, and let out a sigh of pleasure before her hands continued their path south. When she got to her pussy, my mouth was watering, and my cock was harder than it had ever been. I watched as she rubbed the smallest little circles over her clit, and her toes curled and ecstasy.

Then it wasn’t just her. Brock was suddenly there too, but he was fully dressed, and in my fantasy, he could stay that way. He dropped to his knees in front of her and started lapping at her pussy, groaning with pleasure at her taste and then gripping her thighs as he sucked on her clit.

One of her hands tangled in his hair, directing where she wanted him to go. The other one was cupping her breasts in an offering. An offering I wanted to take, but Cal was also there. He kissed her hard, grabbed Brock by his hair, and pulled his face away. He sealed his lips to Brock’s, and I knew he was tasting our girl.

Fuck, I always knew I was a sick fuck that liked to watch, but it wasn’t them I wanted to see. It was her.

She stood while the two men kissed and moved over to me, letting her nightgown slide down her body to the floor.

“I think they like the way I taste,” she said, looking at me. “Do you like the way I taste?”

“Come here, baby, let’s find out.”

I picked her up, slammed her back on the table, and dove between her thighs, listening to the noises of pleasure and the pleas for more over and over.

I made her come on my tongue, and when I looked up, her head was hanging off the table, and Brock had shoved his cock in her mouth. She was greedily sucking while Cal stood behind Brock, running his hands over our girl, her throat, her tits, giving pleasure while waiting for his turn to take it.

Her thighs were shaking, and I knew, I just knew, that I could make her come apart for me again.

I stood between her legs, taking my cock out and stroking it a few times before lining up with her body and pushing inside her with one thrust. She nearly choked on Brock’s cock. He swore and had to brace himself on the table not to fill her mouth with cum.

I knew the feeling.

Even just in my mind, her hot wet cunt gripped me like a velvet fist, and I needed to drive into her harder, to make her feel my strength, my power, and know it was all for her. Only her.

Her cunt quivered, gripping me tighter, and I bit back a moan. Reminding myself she wasn’t really on my cock, but in the kitchen, and just because I was going to indulge in my filthiest fantasies, that didn’t mean that she needed to hear it.

If I had it my way, she would hear every single one of my grunts as I pulled moans of ecstasy from her lips. God, I wanted to taste her, to feel her, and to make her entire body sing with pleasure as I took her over and over.

The idea of the other men touching her while I fucked her should have pissed me off. It should have made me jealous, possessive even. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted her to feel good. It didn’t matter if it was my cock making her moan, or Cal’s hands on her breasts pinching her nipples, or even Brock’s cock down her throat that made her cunt squeeze me even tighter.

I wanted that for her. I wanted her entirely at our mercy, having no other choice than to feel the pleasure that we desperately wanted to give her. She deserved it. She deserved so much more. If having the other men touching her, too, made her moan like that, if they could give her more pleasure than I could alone, for the life of me, I couldn’t find a reason not to give that to her.

I wanted to possess her. But only to please her.

The four of us in other positions started flashing through my head. Ones where she rode Brock’s cock, while sucking mine, and Brock sucked on Cal. My dragon loved that the other men were close and had the relationship that was clearly between them. Another image came where she rode Cal, and Brock took her ass, and I watched, my cock in my hand, staying hard and waiting for her to get her fill of them and then come crawling to me to finish her off. Or my personal favorite, where I sat on the couch, and she laid on top of me, her naked back pressed to my front; I teased her nipples with my hands while she held my cock in her tight little pussy, keeping it nice and warm while she sucked off Cal. I had Liz’s legs hooked on the sides of my thighs, and I spread her wide so Brock could tongue her clit. Fuck, just imagining how her thighs would shake and her skin would glow while we filled her, broke her over and over just to put her back together again, almost made me cum.

I bit back a curse while I squeezed the base of my cock, not ready to spill my seed yet. I wanted to savor the fantasies and make them last until I could make some of them come true.

It didn’t matter how many situations I pictured or how many different configurations I could come up with; one thing always remained true.

She was always in the middle.

Even when the other men touched each other, it was still for her benefit.

Instinct told me my girl was greedy. She wanted it all, and I wanted to give it to her. I wanted her to stretch her little body with my cock, cover her with my cum, and never deny her the pleasure of someone else. There was also this little voice in the back of my head that told me my girl would want to watch. I had no problems with that. I wanted to be the one on my knees eating her out while she watched Cal and Brock do whatever they did behind closed doors. With one of the books I’d seen tucked away in a kitchen drawer, I suspected she was just as dirty as I was, and I wanted to be the cock she rode while she urged Brock to take all of Cal. I wanted to be the one she used while taking pleasure from watching others.

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