Page 65 of Sweet Shots

“So tight,” Storm agrees.

“You good?” I ask Mikah, running my hand up and down his back, but holding our dicks steady in the other.

“Yes,” he breathes out. “I want more.”

“Don’t move yet,” I say, grabbing the lube and pouring more, just in case. As I rub it all in, I stare at how he’s so beautifully taking the tips of our cocks. This is something I’d love to have photos of; something I want to remember forever.

I grip Mikah’s hip again and urge him down slowly. His hole swallows both of us so easily, but it’s such a tight fit I’m not sure I’ll be able to move.

“More, Dominic,” Mikah pants out. “Please.”

I let go of our dicks and put my other hand on Mikah’s waist.

“Go ahead, baby. Take us fully.”

Mikah takes his time getting us all the way in him, until our dicks are completely swallowed by his hole.

“Fuck, stay just like this for a minute.” I’m panting, my hands shaking as I look down between us. Mikah’s ass is devouring my dick, and I love it. “I wish you could see this. It’s so fucking hot.”

“I bet it is,” Storm says.

I lean forward to kiss the spot where Mikah’s neck meets his shoulder. “Good boy, baby. You did so good. You ready for me to move?”

“Mm,yes,” he breathes out. I kiss him once more before I carefully guide his hips up and down, until we find a rhythm together. Each thrust gets easier, and his moans get louder. I can’t pull my eyes away from my cock disappearing inside of Mikah’s hole, knowing there’s another dick in there too. It’s so hot, so fucking beautiful, so perfect. I shift my position a little, spreading my legs wider and going deeper.

“Oh, fuck,” Mikah cries out.

“Hurt?”

“Good,” he forces out. “So good.”

I fuck him harder, holding him in place as I do. The sensation of him wrapped around me, and Storm’s dick throbbing beneath me… fuck, it feels so good.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” Storm warns.

“Neither am I,” Mikah says.

“No one’s even touching your dick,” I taunt.

“Can’t… help it,” he pants, his hands coming to cover mine.

I fuck him harder, faster, wanting to see how well he can control himself. Will he listen? How long can he hold it back?

“You better not come until I say.”

I move my gaze to the mirror, wanting to see his face. His eyes are closed, teeth sunk into his bottom lip. There’s nothing but pure bliss on his face. His dick is pouring pre-cum, and he’s so fucking hard, about to explode any second. Storm’s abs are on full display, a puddle of pre-cum gathered in and around his naval. Mikah will be licking up that mess when we’re finished here.

“Dominic,” Storm warns. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“You going to come?” I ask him.

“Yeah, fuck. I am—”

“Not in his ass,” I grit out, pulling Mikah to me just in time for Storm to grab his dick and stroke. I watch in the mirror, gripping Mikah’s face and making him watch too. Storm jerks his dick, his cum painting Mikah’s dick and stomach and chest as I so gently grind into him. There’s nothing but pleasure on Mikah’s face as he watches. Using the mirror as a guide, I gather the cum from his chest and bring it to his dick to jerk him off.

“So perfect. So sexy. So beautiful. I love this cock. It’s my cock now, baby. Mine. Just like you.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, gripping onto my forearm. “Let me come, please. I need to—”

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