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No. Not Andrew’s.
Jericho’s.
Jericho’s lips.
Jericho’s mouth.
Jericho’s tongue.
Jericho’s hands roaming over my breasts.
Jericho’s fingers circling and tweaking my nipples.
Jericho’s whispered words in my ear as our kiss broke and his fingers caressed my cheek. “Good girl, Candice.” The sound of a belt being undone filled the back of the SUV as his fingers found my hair. “Such a good girl.” Thewhirof a zipper lowering as he turned my mouth to his, his thumb running over my lips. “Such a good little slut.”
Andrew’s hands, then, and he and Jericho were both lifting me from the leather seats. I was like a cloud in theirs hands as they guided me onto Andrew’s broad, naked lap. His tree trunk legs parted my thighs and my knees met leather, while the rest of me met something else.
His lips on mine.
His naked chest flattening my breasts.
His work-strong hands grasping my hips and full ass.
And, God, his cock. So thick and hot and dripping with pre-cum, his cock was like a rod of steel wrapped in velvet as he parted me.
My head went back, my moans erupting from my throat as he continued to stretch and fill me. The fullness–the wonderful, exciting, mind-erasing fullness as he just kept filling and filling me–made my eyes roll back, made my whole body tremble and shake with pleasure. Thighs locking to him as best I could, I began to rock back and forth, trying to use gravity to ease more and more of him inside.
His fingertips dug into me as he grasped firm handfuls of my hips and ass, his teeth bit at my neck and shoulder, and his cock… His cock just kept coming and coming, stretching and stretching, until his heavy balls were pressing against me.
And then, he began to fuck me.
“Goddamn you two look hot,” Jericho growled, his hands running over my shoulders, into my hair, over my lower back. He dragged blunt nails over my flesh, making me cry out for more and more sensation. “Fuck her, Andrew. Make her cum again. I want her walking like a drunk when she leaves this truck.”
And Andrew did.
Oh God, he did.
Guiding me up and down his cock with long, firm strokes, Andrew fucked me good and hard while barely breaking a sweat.
Me though? I was drenched. And not just from sweat.
My abs shook, contracted, clenched as I came again and again, till I felt like there were no more orgasms to be had. Boy was I wrong! Leaning back from Andrew’s chest, I panted for breath as another orgasm rolled through me.
Because Jericho’s hand was guiding mine to his lap. The feel of him, and this silent promise of what waited in the wings for me, was enough to make my heart speed up even faster. As I began to stroke and to grow acquainted with this new, feverishly hot cock, his hand returned to me and was soon snaking down over my front. Back over my breasts, my stomach, my thighs.
My clit.
Thighs quaking, stomach tightening, I cried out my way through another orgasm as I continued to stroke him.
“I’m close,” Andrew groaned.
“Hand her here, then.”
And, just like that, my trembling, quivering, whimpering human-shaped mound of flesh was being lifted and turned.
Was being passed.
My back went against Jericho’s naked chest. So hot, so wide, so strong. My ass against him, my thighs straddling his half-removed jeans.
