Page 81 of Right Side of Paradise
Harlow’s legs trembled beneath me, and her walls pulsed, catching me mid-stroke.
Before I knew it, my spine tingled, hips halted, and my orgasm hit me without warning. My release was abrupt and all-consuming.
I came so hard my voice didn’t make an appearance until the last shudder ripped through me.
Collapsing on Harlow’s back, I barely kept my weight off of her and Soul while my dick twitched inside of her.
She drained me for everything I had and pushed her ass back against my groin, knowing how much of a mess we’d already made.
Christian and Soul were on either side of us, still chasing their releases. Their hands moved faster and harder.
Up and down.
Up and down.
I knew they were desperate.
Knew they needed to come as bad as me and Harley had.
Soul’s face contorted and he started lifting his hips off the bed like we weren’t heavy on top of him.
All he cared about was getting the nut he deserved after watching us. And fuck, that was sexy.
I pulled out of her just as he slid her a desperate glance. He claimed her mouth hard, his kiss loud and demanding before he pulled away and growled,
“Come sit on my face, Harley. Let me taste him on you while I fuck your pretty mouth.”
She didn’t wait. She sat on his face and swallowed his dick with a greedy little moan.
Beside me, Christian pushed his hips up to meet his hand, just as needy as Soul had been a minute ago.
And now that he was watching Soul taste me on Harlow while she bobbed her head up and down his length, his grunts intensified.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His hand found my forearm, and he tightened his hold on me. The touch was so unexpected, all I could do was stare at our point of connection until he moved down to my hand and locked our fingers.
“Please, Rico. Please.”
Christian had his dick in his hand, and he was calling my name.
Soul and Harlow were still fucking each other’s faces.
My dick was spent, satisfied from pleasing my baby.
What was happening right now and how did I make it last forever?
This was overwhelming. I needed more of it.
My shoulder brushed Chris’ when I turned to study the pleasure playing across his face. But I only got a glimpse before he kissed me, moaning something incoherent against my lips before he tried to push his tongue in my mouth.
A mixture of shock and curiosity made me drop my jaw and let him in.
His kiss was rough and sloppy. Pleading and unrelenting. He kissed me like he needed me, and I already knew I needed him. Maybe I knew it before he ever kissed me.
But now that he’d done it, I wasn’t stopping. I grabbed his face and rolled on top of him, tonguing him through a shuttering orgasm beneath me.
His cum hit my lower stomach in hot spurts until he stopped quaking beneath me.
If I hadn’t come already, I would have needed to after seeing how sated he looked right now. The way his eyelids were already trying to close and the fact that he wasn’t pushing me off him.
