Page 31 of Four Money (Ever and Always 1)

Maybe one night soon it would be that way. But for right then his friends were going to have to live vicariously through him as they gradually introduced Holly to their desires. If they scared her away, if she condemned them like his father had, he wasn’t sure he could take that.

His cock lost some of its steel.

“Oh no. Fuck that.” Owen glared at him. “You’re not going to ruin this for us. Get in there.”

Holly glanced over her shoulder, rousing from the sexual haze she’d fallen into as their bodies fed off each other’s energy. No, he couldn’t have that.

So he clasped his cock in his hand and pumped it a few times.

“I don’t want to be the only one naked. Tell them to show me how much they like watching us. Can I see them like this?” Holly asked.

Owen had already jammed one hand beneath his shirt. When Trent flicked his gaze to the other man and nodded, his friend undid his pants. His cock sprang free, landing on his abdomen. He licked his palm, then stroked it as Lorenzo hurried to catch up.

Holly studied each of them and how they touched themselves while he matched their sharp jerks on his own cock.

It only took a few passes before he drove anything but the thought of sinking back into Holly’s sweet pussy from his mind. Perfect. Just like every time they shared a woman, he was nearly overwhelmed with pleasure. And this time it was a whole new level.

Because he gave a shit about Holly. And wanted her to experience more than just a solid orgasm or two. He wanted this to mean something to her too.

Trent didn’t want her to forget him or this night once their sham was over.

Sometime when he wasn’t about to fuck her senseless, he’d have to think about why that might be. Sometime a lot later.

Trent cupped her perfect ass, his thumb spreading her apart so that the slickness of her pussy was impossible to miss. He reached between her legs to cup her mound and rubbed the palm of his hand over her clit. She moaned and ground on it, making him sure that she wasn’t going to last any longer than he was.

He couldn’t wait to feel her hugging his cock as she lost control.

So he advanced, removing his hand and placing it on the dip of her waist to hold her steady. His cock hung heavy, the tip nudging her core. The instant they made contact again, she groaned and tried to wriggle backward.

That did nothing to aid his self-control.

Trent used two fingers to aim his erection as he impaled her, going balls-deep in a single unbearably long stroke. Her ass cushioned him, slowing his momentum as he bottomed out in her. The arm of the couch seemed to work its magic on her clit.

She went up onto her tiptoes and braced her hands on the couch cushions, practically begging him to do it again, harder and faster than before. So he did.

Trent fucked her like he hadn’t had sex in ten years. He leaned forward, putting his hand lightly around her neck to keep her in place. She screamed and practically squeezed him from her body.

Lorenzo and Owen were watching like he and Holly made the best porn on earth. Their hands flew over their cocks. This wasn’t going to be one of their legendary marathon sessions. The tension was too intense already for that.

No, it wasn’t going to take much to set them all off.

Owen could see that he was struggling, so he helped out. “Holly, you’re so gorgeous. I love watching him fuck you like this. You were made for his dick.”

She clawed at the couch, her body rippling around Trent as it gathered for her climax.

When Lorenzo saw how Owen’s reassurance affected her, he piled on. “I’ve wanted to see this every night since that first one, when we caught a peek. Having to listen to the two of you get it on and only being able to imagine how incredible this looks has been torture. Thank you for letting us watch you come apart like this. Let us watch you fly.”

“Do it, Holly. Come for Trent,” Owen cheered her on. “It’s going to feel so good when you shatter around his big fat cock.”

“Yes!” she screamed, and did as they instructed. She called his name and then exploded. Her pussy undulated, nearly forcing him from her body as he sank deep and let go. His release matched hers. Maybe even exceeded it, both of them writhing against each other as they were drained.

And when he pulled out, causing his seed to spill from her body, Lorenzo couldn’t resist a moment longer. He arched, his muscles standing out as they seemed ready to rip from his bones. His neck was a stony column as he groaned and his hips jerked.

Come flew from the tip of his cock, then spilled down his knuckles as he shouted a curse or maybe his thanks.

“Wow,” Holly whispered, still panting as Trent gathered her into his arms and cradled her on his lap on the couch.

Before Lorenzo had finished putting on his show for her, Owen joined him. He roared, leaning back on the chair. He painted himself with come, showing her just how much she’d impacted him with her acceptance and her innate sensuality.

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