Page 106 of Right Side of Paradise
“You’re gonna wake up sore tomorrow, baby.”
“Don’t care,” she returned, breathy and ready. “Just wanna feel you.”
She grinded into me, big brown eyes pleading and her wetness enticing me.
“Please, Rico. I’ve been so good for you.”
Her voice softened with each word and time stood still. Wordlessly, she dragged her slit up and down my semi-erection.
Fuck it.
Fisting the base of my dick, I worked myself inside her, groaning at the way her walls welcomed me. “How come I always give you what you want?”
“Because you love me.” She bit her bottom lip and took every inch with that pretty pout on her face. “I can take it,” she promised.
At first, her hips moved lazily. Then not at all. I was as deep as I could get, my heavy balls flush against her entrance. It was a perfect fit. But I already knew that.
“You feel so good,” she voiced my thoughts then wrapped me in her arms and laid her head on my chest. “Don’t go anywhere.”
I didn’t. I stayed where she wanted me, my dick softening inside of her as we dozed off to sleep.
Harlow didn’t let me go. Her limbs tangled with mine until we were one on top of my sheets.
The next timeI woke up, it was to a finger pushing against my hole. My dick stiffened inside of Harlow without knowing who it was.
It didn’t matter. If they were in this house—in this bed—they could do whatever they wanted to me. And right now, what they were doing to me was gonna make me fucking come.
I was wound so tight I didn’t even need the finger to enter me, but I stillwantedit.
“Morning, Rico.”
Soul.
Ah, fuck. He pressed his finger against my entrance again, massaging in slow, agonizing circles.
“Soul, what are you doing?” I choked out against Harlow’s hair.
“Finishing what we started.” He kissed the center of my back, palming my ass. “You said you wanted my dick last night and I never got to keep my promise.”
There was no point in trying to remember what I said. I was so drunk I probably said a lot of shit. I was just happy he rememberedthis.
Briefly, his touch abandoned me before I heard a bottle open. Then his fingers were back, slick with lube as he finally buried them inside of me.
I loved when Soul topped me. Craved it more than I told him. But this was perfect. So damn perfect.
My dick hardened inside Harlow and two fingers stretched me out.
Soul massaged my prostate and Harlow moaned in her sleep, rocking on my dick without thinking.
I was gonna nut too fast. I could already feel it.
“Where’s Chris?” I hissed, squeezing my eyes shut like that would lessen the effect of her tightness and his fingers.
I couldn’t think about anything but them.
“Shower, you gone come for me before he gets out?”
“Mmm.”
