#wbskink

 “Listen to that darlin’, how wet you are for us.” Jake is nuzzling at your neck, sucking soft spots against your skin. “Wouldn’t take much to have you soakin’ my face, would it?” He jerks, pulling away from your neck to look down. Bradley’s other hand had landed on his leg, dragging up his calf. You watch breathless, seeing the flush rise on Jake’s cheeks, not moving away from the touch, biting his lower lip when skilled fingers slide further up his leg, blunt nails scraping his thigh. “Take his shorts off sweetheart.” Bradley murmurs against your hip. “Touch him for me.” You blink, getting lost in the sound of Bradley’s words and Jake’s soft moan. Your hands find the waistband of Jake’s shorts shoving them down his legs. His cock is hard and heavy, and Jake whimpers when you wrap your fingers around the thick length. Bradley moans against your skin and the sound goes straight to your cunt, tightening around his fingers. Jake’s head drops to your shoulder, his hips rocking into your hand. You whine softly when Bradley’s fingers slide from your cunt, missing the feeling of being full. He stands, pulling you back against him, taking your weight, and Jake’s who is now slumped against you. Jake’s whimpering and moaning against your shoulder, the blush spreading from his cheeks to his neck, his chest so hot against yours. “Look at me.” Bradley says. You tip your head back the same time Jake lifts his head. Bradley’s index and middle finger push past parted lips, and Jake closes his mouth around them, sucking them clean of your arousal. Bradley kisses you, and your knees nearly give out, trapped between them. Jake fucking frantically into your hand, and the slow grind of Bradley’s hips against yours. “He’s almost as pretty as you, sweetheart.” “He is.” You manage to whisper out. “Need you. Need you both.” “Jake, if she rides you are you going to come as soon as you’re buried in our girl’s pussy?” The other man snickers, letting Bradley’s fingers drop from his mouth, nipping at his fingertips. “You think you can handle taking that perfect ass?” Jake gropes roughly at your rear. “Boys….” Jake steps away, kicking his shorts to the side, chucking his t-shirt across the room. He stretches out on the bed, propped up on the mountain of pillows you insisted on when both moved in. He leans over long enough to rummage in the bedside table, tossing a bottle to Bradley who catches it. Jake beckons you toward the bed, and you crawl up and over him. “Hi,” You kiss the tip of his nose. His hands are so gentle as he maps your body, fingertips committing every curve to memory. Jake’s smile is genuine, soft, the corner of his eyes crinkling, one hand smoothing up your back, resting at the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. “Hi yourself, gorgeous.” That sweet southern accent makes your stomach flip, paired with the gentle brush of his lips against yours. “I still can’t believe I get to touch you like this. Don’t want to close my eyes.” He kisses the corner of your mouth. “Because I know when I open them again, I’ll be awake.” “Jake,” you start, the bed dipping slightly when Bradley joins the two of you. “We want you here.” Bradley says softly. He’s looking slightly to the left of the two of you. He’s naked, all golden skin and long limbs stretched out on the comforter. He gently nudges your shoulder, and you sit back, resting on Jake’s thighs. Two fingers tip Jake’s head toward him. There’s a moment of hesitation, both standing at the line in the sand, unsure of who was going to cross it first. Bradley’s thumb brushes Jake’s jaw, before he’s leaning in, closing the distance between them. You’re not sure who moans first, but the sound was sinful. Jake’s hand cups Bradley’s cheek, fingers moving to tangle in dark brown curls. His cock twitches against his stomach, moaning when Bradley’s tongue slides past his lips, deepening the kiss. Carefully, you shift your weight, sinking down onto Jake’s cock, whimpering at the stretch. You keep still, hands gently brushing over Jake’s torso. “Fuck,” Jake tips his head back against the pillows. “Fuck.” He covers his face with his hands, chest rising and falling harshly. “Give me a second.” You feel him twitch buried inside of you, and it takes everything you have not to rise and start moving, wanting to see what sorts of sounds you could draw from the overwhelmed man. Bradley is wide eyed and panting softly, eyes dark when he crushes his mouth against yours. He takes, and takes, his hand gripping the back of your neck. He bites your lower lip and pulls before he’s panting harshly against your mouth. He whispers your name, and you kiss him again, softer, trying to ground him. Bradley trembles softly against you, moving to drape himself on your back, strong arms circling you your waist, pulling you back against his chest. Jake groans under you, the movement causing delicious friction between the two of you. Two sets of hands move over your body, touch chasing touch, soft sounds spilling from your mouth. “Jake, Jake, can I?” “Please darlin’, it’s alright, it’s alright.” His hands settle on your hips, thumbs tracing over the soft skin. His voice is rough, words slurred, watching you through heavily lidded eyes when you start to move. Your fingers curl against his abdomen, nails scraping softly. “Lean forward,” Bradley whispers, teeth catching the shell of your ear playfully. You can hear the lube cap flipping open and you shiver. “Keep your eyes on him, let him watch how good it feels when I open you up.” Jake shifts under you, helping you adjust. “You’re so go good for us darlin’.” He grips one of your hands, fingers lacing, bringing your joined hands to his mouth, kissing your knuckles. You will yourself to exhale, hips moving against Jake’s riding him slow. Slick fingers grope at your ass, a stream of cool lube hitting heated skin. Bradley teases a finger at the tight ring of muscle, rubbing slow circles, easing the digit in when your body starts to relax. It’s slow, practiced, begging for more by the time he adds a second finger, slowly scissoring them to stretch you further. Your arms give out, collapsing against Jake, mouthing at his shoulder, hips still moving, grinding against him as his cock fucks into you. Breathlessly babbling nonsense against Jake’s chest, cheek rubbing against his chest hair, when a third finger enters you. You’re rocking back against both—Bradley’s fingers, Jake’s cock, needing more, needing the burn of Bradley’s cock as well. “Easy sweetheart, easy,” Bradley murmurs when he’s slicking his cock with lube. “We’ve got you.” Jake stills under you, holding you closer to his body when Bradley places a hand between your shoulder blades, pinning you against the other man. You’re certain you’ve never made the noise that is torn from your throat when Bradley thrusts his cock into your ass. Jake’s hips roll up, and he groans. “Fuck I can feel him.” You nod wordlessly, fingers finding purchase on Jake’s shoulders, gripping tight. Neither man moves, you can feel Jake’s heart thundering under your ear, Bradley’s harsh panting. Every nerve is singing, alive, electric, just on the line of being uncomfortable. “With us darlin’?” Jake murmurs softly. You nod, licking your lips before managing a quiet “Yes.” “That’s our girl,” Jake says, kissing your temple. They work together, as if they’ve fucked you together for years. One push, the other pull, gentle kisses, touches bringing you higher. You’d never been this full, their voices blending, pet names and praise whispered against your ear, your shoulder, pressed to your lips in sloppy kisses. There’s nothing but them, this moment, the pleasure spiraling tighter in your belly, snapping when Jake moans your name. You come for them, hands white knuckled gripping the blankets, fucking faster, harder against the two desperate to continue the rush of endorphins and need that’s coursing through you. Bradley follows quickly after, driving his hips flush against your ass. You can feel him spill into you, his groan echoing against your back. Jake pulls you toward him for another kiss, panting against your lips when he comes buried in you. “Breathe,” Jake kisses you softly again, once the three of you remember how lungs work. “He’s going to pull out darlin’.” Gentle hands lift your hips, moving you to the bed. Bradley’s already in the bathroom, you can hear a bath being drawn. Jake has rolled off the bed, pulling his shorts back on, wrapping you up in a fuzzy robe—Bradley’s from the size and color. He sits on the edge of the bed, water bottle from the nightstand in hand, helping you drink. Bradley emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of lavender mint scented steam. “You want me to carry you, or do you want to try to walk?” He’s got a pair of sweats on, and one of Jake’s t-shirts stretched tight across his chest. “Please,” you say holding your arms up to him. He lifts you, holding you close to him. “We may have to find a place with a bigger tub, there’s no way two of us, let alone three will fit in what we’ve got.” You smile against Bradley’s chest, burrowing against the solid warmth. “That’s—that’s a couple conversations we can have over breakfast.” Jake says quietly. “But they’re ones I’d like to have.”

She said something, but all you could focus on was the slow rock of Robbie's hips against yours. He was breathing a little heavier, grinding against your ass. Biting back a breathy moan, you push back against him. He’s so hard, and you can feel the tremor running through him as he thrusts against you. Sparing a glance over your shoulder, a soft noise does escape you. His eyes are closed, lower lip caught between his teeth, head tipped forward, the longer pieces of his hair falling into his face. One hand pressed low on your belly, pulling you closer, the barest touch of his fingertips on a sliver of skin when your shirt rode up. “The Hard Deck? Yeah, I’ve heard of it. Robbie goes there with some of his coworkers.” You ignore her question of whether you’re okay. “How’d you and the boy wonder meet?” It feels good, something you hadn’t expected, Robbie fucking you through your clothes. He presses closer, desperate and needy, his breath panting against the nape of your neck. He groans, gripping you a little tighter, humping against you harder. You chuckle softly, grinding against him. “Oh, Robbie just came in from working in the yard. He took down the jungle. Yeah, by himself since someone won’t let me mow the lawn.” “Got other ways to get your hands dirty.” He murmurs. “No, he’s fine. Just a little winded. It was up to my knees out there.” Your eyes flutter closed when his rhythm stutters. He’s fucking against you now, your body moving from the force of his thrusts. You know he's close from the way his fingers curl against your stomach, grunting when he comes. “I’m going to get him something to eat and go rake up the grass.” You say, your free hand sliding over the hand that’s resting on your stomach. His hand twists and laces his fingers with yours. You say your goodbyes and hang up. “Told you I’ve got other ways to get your hands dirty darlin’.” You turn in his arms, leaning in to kiss him. “I’d much rather get you cleaned up.” You glance down at his jeans, then back up to him, watching the blush spread down his neck, disappearing under the collar of his shirt. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen you do.” Robbie rubs the back of his neck and grins shyly. “You looked so goddamn pretty. Couldn’t help myself.” “Upstairs, needy boy.” You kiss his cheek. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

But they tap twice, and you lick your lips. “Yes.” The touch continues along the inside of your thigh, followed by the warm brush of lips. Your legs part further, and he helps you lay back against the bed. Your shoulders hit another solid wall of warmth, and you find yourself chuckling softly. “Bradley,” you whisper. His cologne gave him away, plus the gentle scrape of his mustache against the curve of your neck sends shivers down your spine. The warmth from his hands seeps through the robe, raising goosebumps on your skin. You can feel him untie the sash, easing the fabric from your shoulders. “Right here, honey.” He murmurs into your ear. “Part your legs just a little more.” Bradley’s hands ease your knees further apart, putting you fully on display for whoever’s between them. “You know he likes to watch you.” “That doesn’t give me any hints.” You pout, chasing the movement of his head, capturing his mouth in a soft kiss. “I’m the only one with a built-in hint, we decided it would be more fun if you called me out earlier.” His fingertips trail from your jaw, pressing lightly against your throat, then down to your chest. Both of his warm rough hands cup your breasts, fingers teasing slowly at your nipples. “Can I have a hint?” His chuckle is warm and low, vibrating through you. “One is Bobby, the other is Jake.” “That’s not fair.” “We could end the game early.” Bradley says giving your breasts a squeeze. “But I don’t think you want that.” Any further protest dies in your throat. The man between your legs licks a long slow stripe to your pussy. You sigh softly, fingers intertwining with Bradley’s his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand. There’s a low moan against your folds, tongue sliding past them, lapping eagerly at your arousal. You squeeze Bradley’s hands, trying so hard to stick to the rules. No touching, no asking questions, just them, and you. You were still a little unsteady on the details of how you ended up with not one, but three men who doted on you endlessly. It took work, and it worked, better than you had ever imagined. There was nowhere else you’d rather be than in your little house with the three men who held your heart. Your head tips back, mouthing at Bradley’s neck. The man between your legs licked and kissed at your pussy, drawing breathy moans from you. Bradley’s mouth closes over you, kissing you slowly, gently. His hands cup your face, and you tremble as a finger pressed into you. A second joins soon after, both sliding in and out, the soft sounds only making the man between your legs moan again. A third set of hands land on you, one calloused hand closing around your throat, applying the slightest pressure. You gasp, breaking the kiss with Bradley. His kisses trail down your neck, along your shoulder. The hand at your throat squeezes just a bit hard, the edges of your pleasure fuzzy. Bradley has a tight hold on both of your hands, squeezing gently. A calloused hand gropes at your breasts, the fingers buried in your cunt twist just right, hitting that spot inside you that made you cry out. “Oh sweetheart, you’re doing so well.” Bradley murmurs against your skin. “So beautiful for us.” Another soft kiss to your shoulder. “I love watching him between your legs. He’s always so hungry for you.” Calloused fingers are replaced with by warm kisses, a tongue dragging over your nipple. You arch back more against Bradley, groaning as the licking turns to sucking. “Jake...” “You sure?” Bradley asks. There’s a lightness to his tone. “You get it wrong, and we’ll stop.” “Please, please don’t stop.” “We wouldn’t stop darlin’.” Bobbie’s voice is so soft. You’re so overwhelmed by touch, kisses, the way a third finger works into you, stretching you. Teeth sink into the soft skin of your breast, and you know there will be a mark left behind. “Too fucking pretty to stop.” Jake rasps into your ear. His voice is low and rough, and if you knew any better, you’d call it wrecked. “Bradley’s being a sore loser, because we wouldn’t let him shave.” “It would have made all of us very sad if he did.” Bobby says gently. Hands grip your hips, laying you back against soft blankets and pillows. The fingers ease from your body, and you whimper. Bradley’s hands slide between your thighs, keeping them parted. The bed shifts, weight settling above you. The blunt head of a hot cock pressing past your folds and into you. He’s thick, filling you, stretching you further. Long fingers push past your lips, pressing gently on your tongue. You suck at the fingers, moaning when the man thrusts into you. Fingers fall from your mouth when you cry out. “Jake. It’s Jake.” “Where sweetheart?” Bradley asks. “Fucking me.” You’re breathless, Jake thrusting harder into you, making sure that you took every inch of his length. “You-you got me ready for him.” “Good girl.” Bob breathes against your collar bone. His kisses drag along your torso, his fingertips ghosting along your hip, dipping between your legs to rub at your clit as Jake fucks into you. “Turn your head and open your mouth. Bradley’s been so patient sweetheart.” You whimper, following the instructions. Bradley slides his cock past your lips, he’s heavy and hot on your tongue, wet from precome. The sound he makes goes through you, and you know you’re tightening around Jake. Bobby’s touch is a stark contrast to Jake’s thrusts. Slow and deliberate, rubbing gently. You relax your jaw, sucking at the length in your mouth, taking Bradley further down your throat. His hand brushes along your jaw, cradling your head, guiding you up and down his cock. “Fuck baby, you look so good like this.” His voice is full of grit and need. “Jake looks so fucked out. Don’t blame him, you feel like heaven sweetheart.” “Jesus,” Jake mutters. “Baby girl you’re so tight. Even with Bobby helping you out, getting you ready for me.” His voice cracks. “Fuck, his fingertips brush my cock when I push in.” You can hear Bobby chuckle, and he nips at your hip. “Can’t help it, you have a pretty dick, Jake.” You moan around the cock in your throat. They’re touching each other. Bradley groans—and you know that sound. It’s the one he makes when someone pulls his hair. Pieces were clicking into place, and it feels so fucking right. It adds to the pleasure coursing through you, spiraling low in your belly. “Go ahead, come when you can darlin’. You’re doing so good.” Jake’s drawl is thick enough to walk on, statement ending with a grunt. You’re not sure which one, but either Bradley or Bobby was kissing him. Bradley twitches down your throat, and you swirl your tongue around that thick cock, grinning to yourself when he jerks his hips, thrusting into your mouth. Your orgasm slides through you, Bobby still rubbing at your clit, even when you’re bucking against Jake’s cock. There’s a low moan, Jake’s hands stuttering on your hips as he spills into you. Bradley follows soon after with a quiet sound, and you swallow eagerly, taking everything, he gives you. You whine when Bradley gently slides from your mouth. You lick your lips, wiping the corner of your mouth, licking up any spilled drops of his come that you hadn’t swallowed. Jake pulls out, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, Bobby’s touch trailing up and down your side. You’re so incredibly empty, and spent, and it’s one of the most incredible things you’ve ever felt. Decadent, debauched, wanted. “The lights are off.” Bobby says softly. The blindfold is untied, the silk brushing your skin as he moves it away. You blink your eyes open cautiously. Bobby helps you to sit up, placing a gently kiss to your mouth. “You’re so incredible.” A water bottle is held to your lips and you gulp at it, the cool water helping to break some of the fog. “You with us darlin’?” Jake asks. He’s sitting at the foot of the bed, watching you, eyes heavily lidded, mouth swollen from kisses. You nod, licking your lips before speaking. “Yes.” “Bobby’s going to help you shower and cozy.” Bradley says. “Jake and I are going to change the sheets and cuddle with you once you’re all warm and snuggly.” You nod, placing your hand in Bob’s when it’s offered. He pulls you gently to your feet, arm around your waist, holding you close to him supporting you as you wobbled on unsteady legs. He kisses your temple, nuzzling gently against the top of your head before leading you into the bathroom. /end

"I need you to take it all for me. I love seeing your mouth wrapped around me like this." Bob says softly. "You relax, keep my cock nice and warm in your pretty mouth, and I'll fuck your throat when I hang up." You moan softly as he slides in. He’s thick and so warm, you can feel the edges of your thoughts start to soften. Exhaling, you take more of him down your throat, nose brushing his stomach. You raise your eyes to watch him, a dark flush on his cheeks, fingers brushing along your jaw, to your neck, still without any change to his voice. You swallow around him compulsively and he shifts under you, pressing just a bit further. You’re drooling at this point, even as you hold yourself still, letting him rest in your throat. He’s the only thing you can think of, his very being overwhelming your senses—and there’s no where you’d rather be. /end

The girl’s name was Claire, she called the man Six, which had led to you ruling out that he was her father. Probably an uncle, as he was too old to be her brother. Other than that, you didn’t know much about your attractive across-the-hall-neighbor. Part of you didn’t mind the privacy, the other side of you wanted to know more about the attractive, quiet man who came and left at random times. It was a Friday night, traffic through the city had been a mess, your coworkers had decided that you were the answer to everyone’s problem and so you had barely finished your own tasks during company hours, which had led you to bringing home projects to take care of over the weekend. You had squeezed yourself between the closing doors of the elevator which took you from the underground parking to your floor. “Evening.” You glance up from your phone swallow hard. Six stood next to you in the cramped elevator, and apparently one thing you missed from your observations was how big he is. He was well over six feet, towering over you. His arms were crossed across his chest, biceps barely contained by the short sleeved white shirt. His waist was narrow, long, muscular legs strained against dark denim. He was attractive, strands of hair obscuring his eyes, facial hair kept in a neat goatee. He was also bleeding. “You alright?” You ask. He’s got a cut running from his ear along his jaw. “You really should get that looked at.” He shrugged, “Cut myself shaving.” “Give yourself the black eye too?” “Bumped into the wall while shaving.” His voice was also a surprise, and you liked it. You shake your head, “You know, Six, you shouldn’t walk and shave.” You don’t miss the way his shoulders tighten, fingers curling tighter in on themselves. “Sorry.” You look back at your feet, willing the ancient elevator to move just a bit faster. “It’s alright.” He says, and when he says your name, you look up at him. There’s a small smile on his face. “You want to get that cleaned up before you go back to the kiddo?” The question is out of your mouth before you can stop it. There’s an interesting play of emotions on his face, before he nods. The elevator groans to a stop and he follows you out, keeping space between you when you head for your door. Your apartment seems smaller with him, and despite never being in, he moves through your space like he’s been there many times. “Bathroom’s the second door on the left.” You say to him, dropping your work stuff on the kitchen table. You grab a first aid kit from under the kitchen sink and head back to the bathroom. He’s sitting on the edge of the bathtub, shirtless. It takes a few moments for your mind to catch up with what you were seeing. One of the reasons why you signed the lease was the bathroom—it was a silly reason, but the room was spacious, the tub large enough for at least two other people. And yet, the space looked small with him in it. You put the first aid kit on the counter, rummaging around for the supplies you need to clean up the wound. You turn back to him, closing the space. He motions you closer, and you situate yourself between his legs. He tips his head up, and up close he’s even more handsome. He’s warm, the heat radiating from him, his breathing so slow and even. You clean up the cut, and he doesn’t even wince at the sting of warm water and soap. “Are you okay? You aren’t in any trouble, are you?” “I’m not in any trouble,” he says. One hand closes around your wrists, managing to still your hands with just one of his. “I’ll be okay.” Your heart thumps wildly in your chest when you realize how firm his grip is. “It doesn’t look like you need stitches.” Your mouth is dry, and you lick your lips nervously. This close, all you can think about is how you would feel crushed against that massive chest, his arms caging you to him. How he probably wouldn’t even struggle to lift you, the way he’d press you against the soft mattress, his weight crushing you into it. The way his muscles would flex and roll, those massive hands gripping your thighs, your legs propped up on shoulders. The brush of his scars against your skin. You realize that you’re staring, and you drop your hands. Willing your racing heart to slow, you turn once more toward the kit, grabbing some antibacterial ointment, gauze and medical tape. “I’m sure you know, but make sure to keep this clean, and change the bandages if they get dirty.” “Yes ma’am.” Now that sent butterflies exploding in your belly. “If you need help, my door’s open.” It’s difficult to concentrate when his eyes never leave your face. His pulse jumps under your fingertips when you brush his neck, smoothing ointment over a scrape. You look anywhere but his face, your lower lip caught between your teeth. “You’re all set.” You step away from him, instantly missing the warmth that he provided. You offer a small smile, grinning a bit more when he returns it. His is hesitant, and if you knew him any better you would say it was shy. He gets to his feet, and sadly, puts his shirt back on. He doesn’t say anything, following you to the front door. Your hand is on the lock, when his hand lands on the door above your head. You can feel him lean in, his breath ghosting your skin. He’s close, and a delicious thrill slides down your spine. “Thank you.” You can feel the vibration of his voice in his chest against your back. “Let’s keep this between us though. Claire doesn’t need to worry.” “No problem.” You face him, finding your eyes level with his chest. When you lift your gaze, he’s looking down at you, expression unreadable. “Like I said, my door is open for whatever you need.” You duck out from his arms though it very nearly pains you to step away. “Have a good night.” He grunts, opening the door and leaving your apartment, the door closing behind him. You manage to lock the door, before your knees give out and you sink to the ground, heart racing, mind spinning.

He hums softly, kissing his way up the side of your neck, sucking lightly at the spot just behind your ear that made your knees weak. “I do.” Harrison murmurs. “It came to me while you were cleaning up.” “Watching me wash up gets you going?” His chuckle rumbles from deep in his chest, raising goosebumps on your arms. “The apron gets me going. Your hips moving also does amazing things.” His hands slide up your torso, cupping your breasts lightly. “The way your nose crinkles when you’re listening to a song. Your humming.” “I thought I was off-key.” You tease him. “It’s still cute.” His hips rock against yours, confirming what you knew was on his mind. “You going to take me to bed, Harrison?” You turn the water off, drying your hands on a towel, before gently untangling yourself from him. He watches your movements, nodding when you ask the question. “Can I make a request?” The gentle grin on his face curves slightly, a wicked glint in his eyes. “What’s that?” “I want to feel you.” You lick your lower lip, stepping closer to him. He’s leaning against the sink, arms crossed over his chest, the sleeves of his shirt pulled tight. “Only you.” Realization sets in for him when your grope him lightly through the denim. His cock twitches under your hand, and he clears his throat. “Yeah?” He doesn’t move, watching you through half lidded eyes as you continue to palm him through his jeans.  “You want me to fill you up sweetheart?” His adam’s apple bobs when he swallows hard. “Fuck you raw, have you all to myself?” “Please, I want that.” “Bedroom.” His hands frame your face, kissing you softly. “I’m going to take such good care of you baby girl.” You’re not sure how the two of you manage to get to the bedroom. There’s a trail of clothing and crooked picture frames in your wake. You land on the bed, sprawling out, looking up at him shyly. He had gotten you down to just your panties, and he’s down to his boxers. His hands are so gentle as they move up your thighs, calloused fingers hooking the waistband of your panties, easing them from your body. “Oh sweetheart, you’re so beautiful.” Reverence and adoration are open on his face, his voice gentle, his breath brushing your stomach as he places gentle kisses to soft skin. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, kissing his way up the inside of your thigh. “Harrison,” your hands find his hair, tangling in it. He settles between your thighs, licking at lightly at your folds. Your head falls back against the pillows when his mouth seals on your pussy. He eats your cunt like he’s starving, licking and sucking, until you’re trembling against the mattress. Harrison groans, the vibrations sparking shocks through you. His hands grope at your ass, pulling you closer to his mouth, jaw working as he brings you closer to the edge. He sucks at your clit, humming with pleasure, groaning as you buck against his face, your orgasm tearing through you. He keeps it up until you’re tugging on his hair once more. He lifts his head, mouth and chin wet with your release. “I will never get tired of the taste of you sweetheart.” He kisses you, and for a moment you get lost in the taste of yourself on his lips. Harrison pulls away long enough to tug his boxers off, kicking them aside. His cock is hard, beads of pre-cum smearing against his stomach. “Please, please baby.” You whimper, reaching for him. “Fuck me please.” You bite your lower lip. “I want have all of you.” “You want all of me sweetheart?” He braces over you, nudging your legs further apart. “You want me to fill your sweet little pussy?” His lips brush against your ear. “You’d look so good full of me sweetheart. Fuck you raw, knock you up. So beautiful now, but carrying my baby?” He kisses your cheek, his eyes dark with pleasure.  “Soft and round, your tits heavy and delicious. You’re going to take it all.” You nod, unable to say anything but moan when he eases his cock into your aching body. Harrison kisses you, mouth harsh and demanding, urging you to give in. He licks into your mouth, tongue claiming you for himself. His full weight is behind each thrust, driving himself into you over and over, eventually you break the kiss to cling to him, nails digging into back. Harrison grunts when your nails scrape down his back, body moving against the bed with the force of his fucking. His hands urge your legs higher up his body, the angle of his thrusts changing. He fucks deeper, your toes curling as pleasure washes over you. Harrison growls, sweat dripping from his face, his hands gripping the headboard, using it as leverage. Desperately you grip onto his arms, feeling his biceps flex under your fingers. “Sweetheart, you’re gripping me so tight.” His voice is rough and low, eyes closed bliss evident on his face. “Come for me again, please darling, I need to feel you come on my cock.” It doesn’t take much longer for you to reach your second orgasm. You writhe under him, voice breaking, sobbing in relief as you come for him. Harrison continues to pound into you, even as you come a third time, quick on the heels of your previous orgasm. He collapses, holding his upper body off you, resting on his forearms as he comes. You can feel his cock pulse, twitching as he’s buried inside of you. He’s still, his forehead resting against yours. “You’re milking my cock sweetheart.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, breathless. “You want every last bit don’t you.” “I want it all Harrison.” You cup his cheek, feeling a little shy, despite coming for him three times, and the way he railed you into the mattress. “Want to make you a daddy. Give you a family.” He shivers, dropping his body onto you, staying buried in you. Harrison laughs softly, fingertips brushing along your cheekbone. “You feel so good right now sweetheart.” He kisses the tip of your nose. “Going to stay right here, like this with you. Keep you full of me.” “Only once tonight?” You card your fingers through his hair, teasing him lightly. “You’re not going to remember your name by the time I’m done with you sweetheart.” His grin is lopsided and sweet. “And that’s a promise.”

He chuckles softly. “Glad that I packed the spare set of dress pants.” Bradley kisses your forehead, “You made me cum in my pants sweetheart. My good girl.”

“Take four more for me. Then hop that cherry red ass up into my truck and I’ll take you home.”