Page 28 of The Gift that Keeps On Giving

“I want to do it,” Ruby whispers, laying her lips against mine, our kiss igniting while she unbuttons my fly and lowers the zipper of my slacks, reaching a hand inside to stroke mypainfully swollen cock. “You’re tutoringmethis time,” she says, rolling our foreheads together, kissing the urgent groan off my mouth. “Do I put this in my pussy and ride on it?”

I have to grit my teeth to keep my balls from imploding. “Yes, angel. That’s exactly what you do,” I say, voice guttural. “You won’t need any tutoring after that. Your body is going to take over for you.”

“Damn right it is,” Dean grunts, taking down his own zipper, his stiff cock tumbling out of the opening. Then he slides his thumb between her lips, Ruby starting to suck as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Mouth to cunt, she’s built to fuck.”

“How did you know, Dad?”

“She’d have let me spit on it for free.” He presses his thumb deeper into the recesses of her mouth and she moans. “Ain’t that right, darling?”

Her shy nod has me gripping my cock and pressing it to her entrance, so horny now I’m on the verge of hyperventilating. “It’s time, angel. Come sit on it like a good girl.”

“Okay,” she says, dutiful as ever, lifting her hips to allow me to position myself at the right angle, before she sinks down, tight inch by blessed tight inch. “Oh, Cameron!”

That outburst is real. I can feel the authenticity in the clenching shiver of her cunt when she accepts more of me, more, her ass finally slapping down onto the tops of my thighs, my loins quickening with a gut-sick lust I’ve never experienced before. A lancing of sharp need that transcends what I knew about sex. Because it’s her. Ruby.

“How’s the fit, son?”

“I’d say just right, but it’s way too small,” I choke out.

His laughter is dark. “That’s just right in my book.” He delivers a rough slap to Ruby’s ass. “Go on and ride him, baby. Learn how to make yourself come.”

Ruby moves slow at first, a testing up and back, round and round movement. Then she starts a rhythmic buck, her hips swinging up and back, hitting me with a sharp scoop on the way back down. Absolutely blowing my fucking mind. Ruining my marriage with one grind to the root.Jesus Christ.She’s snug as hell, but she’s pliable, her walls hugging me like she’s got a custom pussy. All mine. This girl has to be mine.

Dean wraps both hands around her throat from behind. “Tell Cameron you would have let his daddy spit on your ripe little kitty.”

“I would have let him spit on my ripe little kitty,” she whimpers, riding me harder, her hips moving frantically in my lap.

“What else would you let him do?” I pant, my bruising grip on her butt now, not only so I can feel her ass muscles tauten as she rides me, but so I can urge her faster. Press her wetness down tighter to my balls. “Could he put his cock in your mouth, angel?”

“Uh-huh,” she hiccups.

“OhJesus,” Dean grinds out, moving to stand at an angle in front of Ruby, pulsing inches gripped in a fist. He steps closer as Ruby turns her head, the thick length pushing into her mouth, sucking on him with a relishing moan while she bounces on my dick. “Good girl. Suck my cock like a filthy little homewrecker. That’s just what you are.”

That statement makes her flush to the roots of her hair, her sex growing increasingly slippery, maybe even against her will. Maybe against all of our wills, this time together is burning us all in a flame that is reserved for hell but feels like fucking heaven. And I want it to swallow me whole. Never let me out.

“How’s her cunt treating you down there, son?”

“It’s about to make me bust,” I groan, my hips slamming upward to meet her bounces, these glorious little bounces whereshe tweaks her hips when she lands, tightening the bottom of my spine like a ten-inch bolt.

“Me too. She sucks it like she’s trying to convince me to leave my wife, doesn’t she?” Dean fists Ruby’s hair, manhandling her, pushing her mouth down his cock. “Don’t you, little girl? Or are you auditioning to be our sugar baby?”

We both lose our minds when Ruby hits her peak, shuddering and whining over the term sugar baby, Dean’s cock still stuffed halfway down her throat. The rapid seize of her cunt and the spasms that follow dropkick me into oblivion, along with Dean draining himself in her mouth, come dripping down her chin as he pumps, pumps, pumps, his wedding ring hand tangled in her hair, our bellows mingling and filling the bedroom.

Long minutes later, we gather our girl up between us and drop into a blackout sleep, none of us wanting to face tomorrow. None of us ready to say goodbye.

Chapter Eleven

Dean

Iwalk into the kitchen the following morning to find Cameron railing Ruby against the refrigerator. Her silk robe is pooled on the ground, their mugs of coffee still steaming on the table. She has her thighs open wide for his ferocious drives, his face buried in her neck where he grunts, grunts, grunts, his balls smacking off her ass with every sharp upthrust.

I’m pleased to find I’m not jealous. On the contrary. I’m fuckinggratefulto Ruby for servicing my best friend, the way she serviced me in the middle of the night when I dragged her on top of me and speared my cock up between her legs, rolling her over, pressing her ankles up to her ears and dominating her while Cameron watched, half asleep.

I’m in awe. I’m obsessed with her. I’m…let’s face it, in love with her.

Which is an excruciating feeling when I know this morning is goodbye.

But at least I’m not jealous of Cameron. We’re both simply resentful of time.

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