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So, no wonder that one of the bedroom doors should open. Or that footsteps should come out to explore the sounds of our ruckus.
I knew those footsteps were Morgan’s. I didn’t need to look back, didn’t need to turn my head. I could feel his presence from the way the room’s air changed. Before, the living room had been charged and popping with sexual energy. But now?
Now, the living room crackled.
I just kept fucking, kept savoring, kept watching the way the pleasure twisted Ambyr’s features, even as she reached a plaintive hand to our new arrival.
A moment passed, and I kept pumping, kept filling and emptying, kept fucking as that moment went by. Because, right now, all I wanted to see was how her face would twist more and more with the pleasure I was inflicting on her.
Then Morgan, now naked and with a ready, raging hardon, came into view.
And Ambyr turned her head to the side and opened her mouth like a good girl.
How could I not start talking dirty with a view like that? Or speed up and fuck her faster?
Chapter Thirty-Four
Ambyr
Morgan tasted just as sweet as Andrew, and felt almost as good as his big hands slid over my cheek and jaw and his cock pushed into my mouth.
Saliva ran from the corner of my parted, stretched lips and down over my chin, and I was gagging in no time as he took my lips and tongue for his own. And, my God, did I feel sexy having two of my holes filled. Their warmth, the beating of their hearts, the thrumming of their blood joined with my own as I gazed up at them both.
Taking me, using me, they reclaimed me after the other night with Jericho.
Morgan’s hand gathered mine, pinned them back against the couch by my wrists. His other stroked my cheek, my jaw, my hair, then moved down to my throat as he pushed more of his thickness into my mouth.
I gagged for a moment, but he pulled back with a look of concern in his eyes.
I just moved my head forward and took more of him.
And Andrew! My God, Andrew!
“Fuck, your lips are gorgeous on his cock. You look like such a filthy little slut for us. Such a good little slut, Ambyr, like you were made to take our cocks all at once.”
I felt myself getting closer and closer as he kept fucking me, his hand covering my thatch of hair, and his thumb between us and playing with my clit as that gorgeous cock filled me so perfectly. My hips came up to meet him as best I could, but he pounded and pounded and pounded with such force, making my keeping the rhythm almost impossible.
But, still, I sucked. I sucked, and I moaned, and I kept my eyes on Morgan as his free hand continued to run through my hair, the pleasure always building and building within me like water steaming and bubbling against a weakened radiator cap.
My internal radiator would blow, I knew, and that restricting lid would go spinning off somewhere into the stratosphere. But there was no telling when, or how, or high that cap, or I, would fly.
I could feel my orgasm coming, though. Could feel that paradoxical tightening and expanding, could feel my body twisting and fighting against the tension as Morgan kept using my mouth, and Andrew kept fucking me, and all four of their hands kept touching me, and—
I moaned around Morgan’s cock in my mouth, and my body bucked and shook as my abs tightened. The pleasure rushed through me like water through the sluice gates of a straining, buckling dam. Rushing, tumbling, roiling, the half-moans-half-screams came in a tumult from my mouth as I came on Andrew’s cock and his clit-circling thumb.
Andrew’s body was already stiffening and his hips beginning to slow down, and my eyes went to his even as Morgan continued to push out my cheek with his bulbous head. Andrew’s gaze was dark as the deepest forest, but I could see a spark burning within. He was about to cum, I knew, and was fighting to control himself.
He went to pull out, to give himself a break before cumming too soon.
I hooked my leg around him before he could, though. Flexing with all my strength, I pinned him within me. His eyes widened in surprise, and I clenched down on his cock with my cunt, milking him as my hips began to rock and gyrate. To fuckhim. He might have been surprised at first, but soon his eyes were rolling back, and he was beginning to lengthen and pulse inside me as a deep groan emanated from his chest and ricocheted up his throat.
“Fuck!” he growled, the word elongated and stretched in an ululating call that seemed to physically knock on Jericho’s door. “Damn you, Ambyr!” he called as his fingers dug into my thighs and he began to fill me, to empty himself deep inside.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
I came again at the sound of his curses and the feel of his cum, the pleasure so fast on the heels of the last wave that the second crashed into the back of the first. Together, they became a single kinetic force that arched me up and off the couch. Panting and wide-eyed, I gasped for air as Morgan took his cock from my mouth, and then I was shaking again and convulsing again as another wave of pleasure struck me.
Morgan’s mouth on mine, then, and his tongue filling my mouth instead of his cock. Sliding, tasting, spinning, taking, and still I was sucking and flicking and loving the taste of him as Andrew’s still hard cock slid from me, leaving me so empty–yet full of longing.
