Page 36 of Same Girl
Chosen grabbed the back of her head and shoved his meat further down her throat, pumping slow but hard. I gripped her hips and thrust hard and furiously up into her, loving the way her pussy cloaked my dick like a glove and how wet she was.
This really turned her on. Mya had always been wet, but never as wet for me as she was when it was the three of us. She rode me hard and sucked him harder until it was impossible for either of us to hold on.
“I’ma fuckin’ cum down your throat, gorgeous,” Chosen grumbled as he picked up speed. Mya’s lips stretched as she smiled and winked at him. That act alone made my man lose his shit as he shot forth his cum.
“Swallow that shit for my homie, Mya.”
I watched as she worked her throat, and Chosen’s eyes closed as he grabbed her head to balance himself. She opened her mouth to show us the amount remaining on her tongue and then swallowed.
Chosen backed up as I stood, lifted her little ass, and hammered that pussy like a wild man. Within seconds, I bust a nut inside of her hot pussy, and she moaned. “I’m coming hard, Fyve. I’m coming so damn hard.”
Chosen kissed her lips and stroked her hair. “Cum on that dick, pretty baby. Soak his shit up and skeet for him.”
She obeyed and gave me everything she had.
I dropped onto the couch with her legs still wrapped around me. Chosen sat down beside us, and the two of them kissed before she collapsed onto my chest.
“Thank you,” she murmured softly.
My insecurities might not disappear overnight, but this girl could have the world if she wanted it. She was worth everything and then some.
Nasty Boys
The men were working wellto accommodate my wishes and desires. They were so loving and kind. We were finally out on a date night at Sport ‘N’ Golf playing putt-putt. Fyve had won most of the games against me, but Chosen was now whupping his behind. Fyve had won one game to Chosen’s three.
“One final bet,” Fyve challenged.
“What’s up?” Chosen asked.
“If you lose this game, I get her by myself for the next two nights. If you win, then you get her for the next two nights.”
“Let’s take it a bit higher. The loser has to sit and watch,” Chosen suggested.
“Bet,” Fyve stated and dapped him up.
“Excuse me. Do I get a say in this?” I asked, stepping up.
They both smirked. “Yeah, li’l baby. You can get whatever you would like.”
“Whoever wins gets to screw me against the wall at Napier’s in the dressing room, and the loser gets to fund my shopping spree and has to sit and watch with nothing more than a hand job to get off.”
“I love your hands, li’l baby.”
“So you plan to lose?” Chosen chuckled.
“Nah, I ain’t planning shit. But I’m saying that no matter what I get from her, it’s never a loss.”
“No, sir. I’m not giving you the hand job. The loser loses all around. You’ll give yourself a hand job.”
“Damn!” They both groaned.
“Let’s get to it.”
I sat back and sipped my margarita while the two of them aggressively went at it. I enjoyed the big shit talking they were both doing. No matter who won, I would win. Not only would I get to have great sex in a place where we could possibly get caught, but I also would be treated to a very nice shopping spree.
They continued back-and-forth banter until Chosen bumped Fyve’s fist when he landed his ball in the final hole and won the game. We left the sports recreational facility and headed straight for the mall.
“Damn, pretty baby. Are you gonna leave that man any funds in his account?” Chosen asked as I grabbed another pair of shoes, my third, and added them to my loot.
