Page 12 of Puck the Halls
He’s right. All of my men know me very well which makes the sex amazing every single time. Even when we’re trying something new, they inherently know exactly how hard, how fast, how much I can take.
I pull on my nipple and then twist, imagining that it’s Crew’s hand on that side while Michael works my other side with his mouth.
“Is your pussy clenching?” Crew asks.
“Yes,” I tell him, slightly breathless already.
“Hand in your panties,” he tells me. “Don’t play with your clit. Just one finger in your cunt. Show me how wet you are.”
I watch Michael sucking on my nipple, look over at Crew and also imagine Nathan, his jaw, tight, gripping the steering wheel, listening to all of this.
I trail my hand down the front of the negligée and into the barely-there panel of the thong. I bypass my clit as instructed, and slide my middle finger into my pussy.
After three years of being very well fucked regularly by three very well endowed men, one finger is nothing more than a tease. But I am very wet. I slide it deep, then drag it out, making a little purring sound. I hold it out in front of the camera for Crew.
“Good girl,” Crew praises. “Now lick it clean.”
I knew that was coming. I lift my hand to my mouth and slide my finger slowly past my lips. I suck then pull it back out, running my finger over my bottom lip. “Wish that was someone’s tongue,” I say.
I hear three groans.
“You gotta lose the outfit,” Crew says. “It’s gorgeous, but I need to see you. Get her naked, Michael.”
Michael’s hands go to the bow between my shoulder blades and he pulls it loose. I let the silky material slide off as Michael tugs the silk free from my breasts. I shift to one side then the other as Michael works the thong down my legs.
He tosses it all on the couch beside us, and I settle back on his lap completely naked.
“Well there’s really only one way to do this if I want to see everything. Which I do,” Crew says. “You’re gonna have to take Michael deep while facing out so I can see your pretty cunt spread around his cock, your tits bouncing, your gorgeous face when you come.”
“Jesus Christ!” Nathan swears in the background.
I lean down and kiss Michael. His big hand encircles the back of my neck, holding me close as he deepens the kiss.
“Thank you for this,” I tell him when I lift my head.
“Cookie,” he says tightly. “This is hardly a favor.” He squeezes the back of my neck. “But I need to be inside you.” He drops his hand to my ass and squeezes. “Unless you want me in your ass. We can fill your pussy with a vibrator.”
My whole body clenches. I swallow hard. “I…” I take a breath. “I have a plug in.”
I hear Crew groan and Michael’s eyes flare with heat. His hand steals around, his thick middle finger running between my ass cheeks, finding the bejeweled head of the new butt plug I bought for tonight. “It looks like a Christmas tree ornament,” I tell him.
He taps it and my pussy clenches.
“Let’s see.” He lifts me up off his lap and turns me.
“Me too!” Crew yells from the phone.
“You fuckers,” Nathan calls.
Grinning smugly I turn in front of Michael and bend, bracing my hands on the coffee table.
“Oh, that’s fucking gorgeous,” Michael says. He runs a hand over my ass.
“Our good dirty girl,” Crew praises.
“Sending you a photo, Nathan,” Michael says.
I gasp and quickly look at him over my shoulder.
