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ChapterThirty-Two
Owen
She looksup at me with those big green eyes, and my cock bounces against her lips. She smiles and opens up.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan when she slides her tongue down my length.
“Do you like that?”
“Mmph.” It’s the only response I can muster.
Placing my hand on the cold tile, I close my eyes and let her take me into her hot mouth. “Bailey.”
I’ve dreamed of this moment, fantasized about how it would be.
It’s better. It’s heaven.
She grazes her teeth across my tip. I have to force myself not to come in her mouth. I fist my hand on the tile, the other in her hair.
“Fuck, Bailey. That’s good.”
“Do you like it?”
I look down at her. It’s the second time she’s asked me that. She gazes up at me, unsure and so innocent.
“Fuck, yes,” I reassure her. “Fuck, Bailey, you’re turning me on. Keep doing it. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
She beams, her eyes lighting up. I knew she wasn’t that experienced, but to be the first guy she ever gave a blow job to is something I feel oddly proud about and will cherish with every cell in my being until the day I die.
“Bailey, there’s something I need to say. I should've said it before; oh, okay.” Archer comes storming into the bathroom, agitated as fuck, but halts his progress when he sees me with my cock in Bailey’s mouth.
I can’t help the cocky grin. It’s on my face before I can wipe it off.
“You dick,” he growls, but he’s not angry. He’s envious. I can see the fire of lust in his eyes. He wants to be the one with Bailey’s lips around his cock.
“Go away,” she says, stopping her delicious sucking.
“No,” he says, composing himself quickly and smoothly as only he can. He strides over and opens the shower door, leaning against the thin metal frame, his arms folded. “I want to see this. I want to watch you please my brother. I want to see him rail you so hard you scream his name and come all over him. Can you do that, baby girl? Can you come for him like a good girl?”
I focus on her eyes. Her fingers are still gripping the base of my cock. She is breathing heavily when she rises and lets me go. “What did you come in here to say?”
“Fuck first, then I’ll tell you.”
I roll my eyes. He’s such a douche. But it doesn’t stop me from moving closer and wrapping my arms around her. She gazes up at me, and I kiss her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth to explore every millimeter of it.
She lets out a soft mewl and clings to me. I can’t hold back. I want this. I need this. I need her. Too long. It’s been too long watching her from afar.
I pick her up by her waist and push her against the tile. She hisses as it hurts her back, but she doesn’t stop kissing me. Bailey wraps her legs around me, reaching for my cock. Guiding it inside her, I remember that I didn’t give her any kind of foreplay, but it seems she didn’t need it. She is wet and slippery, and when I slide my cock into her, I let out a guttural groan.
“Oh, that’s it, Bailey,” Archer purrs.
It doesn’t feel weird that he’s in here. We’ve shared a woman before, once, after I was initiated, and we always knew Alice would be ours. Bailey. That Bailey would be ours to share.
“Fuck him hard, baby girl. Soak him with that sweet cum of yours. Drive him wild and beg him to make you orgasm like you have when my fingers have been inside you.”
“Archer,” she moans, gripping me tighter with her thighs.
I don’t resent it. She is turned on by him saying these things.
