Page 82 of The Truth of Our Secrets

Madyson doesn’t respond with words. She jerks up and wraps her arms around both of us and her delicious sounds echo around the kitchen.

“The condom won’t hold another load.” Emmet rears back and his cock lands on her pubic bone.

With one hand, I remove the condom and some of it spills onto Madyson’s belly. With the other hand, I gather my release and cup his head so he can fuck my handful of cum.

Emmet lets out a string of curses. Madyson massages her clit with the contents of the condom. Her eyes focus on where I’m jacking Emmet.

“More,” he demands. I don’t have more cum because most of it has sunk into his skin. I plunge two fingers in him and find his prostate.

“It’s gone.” If he hadn’t come twice already, I’d be holding a fistful of his release.

“You like my cum all over your cock and my fingers in your ass. You’re cum thirsty too. A good boy who will come when I say.” I lick a drop of sweat from his hairline. The salty taste hits my tongue, amping up my craving.

His ass contracts around my fingers and his cock jumps in my hand.

“Smutty angel boy. You love dirty talk when I’m in charge,” I say. “She’s almost there too. Take care of her.” He sinks two fingers in her, then paints her lips with her arousal, setting her off.

He’s so close. Both my hands work him for another minute until he’s struggling to breathe.

“Give me your orgasm.” One more stroke and his release pours into my hand. Fuck. I’m flying like I’m the king of the world, being able to control his pleasure completely.

“See how good you taste.” I hold my hand up and his tongue peeks out to swipe a taste. He’s fucking perfect. I bring it to my mouth and drink him down.

God, I wish he hadn’t come in a condom the first time. I want more. I want it all.

I’m obsessed.

We clean Madyson up with a washcloth because she refuses to shower. Tonight, she’s his firecracker. Emmet and I ate her out together after he came, so she’s had countless orgasms. She falls asleep two seconds after we tuck her in bed.

“Need to wash off the oil?” I ask Emmet.

“Yeah, I’m a little greasy and dirty but not in a good way.”

We repeat our shower routine, washing each other, then drying.

He kneels before me, drying my feet, then sucks my cock down his throat. Looking up at me under wet eyelashes, he says, “You only came once. Your turn again.”

The protest that we aren’t keeping score dies as he chokes on my cock.

It’s fast and sloppy and mind-blowing. His gag reflex holds me in a vise. He’s not shy about ramming me down his throat. Playing with my balls, he uses his thumb on my taint. When he reaches back to my rim, I tense. He immediately goes back to stroking my taint.

I come down his throat a minute later.

The towel is soaked by the time I’m done drying him.

Emmet steps into the pair of my briefs I toss him. My brain howls with satisfaction, seeing him in my clothes.

“I’m gonna go.”

“Don’t,” I blurt, panic seizing me.

He straightens with a look of surprise. “I can’t keep borrowing your clothes and sleeping in your bed,” he says, but his voice goes up at the end like a question.

“Yes, you can.” I’m not sure if it’s an excuse to leave, or he’s uncomfortable.

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” His fingers drum on his thighs.

I step into his space so we’re chest to chest. “Stay. We want you here. But it’s your decision.” I step back and crawl into bedbehind Madyson on the opposite side, making it easier for him to get in bed if he wants.

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