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Maggie’s entire body tightened, her thigh muscles shaking as her pussy throbbed, begging for release. She was ready to come again. Terry’s tall frame pressed along her backside. His dick, hard and ready, rubbed against her ass as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Dale sat in front of her, his face even with her aching pussy. Terry lifted her, removing her hands from the hook, his breath hot and heavy in her ear as she slowly slid down his body. Her legs trembled when her feet touched the floor, Terry’s arm the only thing keeping her from tumbling to the ground.
“You good?” His voice was rich and deep, seeping from her ear into her blood like a drug.
She nodded, but he needed her words. “Yes, Sir.”
He moved his arm from around her waist and unlatched her handcuffs, letting them drop to the floor. He reached between them and the sound of his zipper filled the silence. She moaned in anticipation and desire flooded between her legs. If he didn’t take her soon, she’d melt into a puddle on the floor.
“Put your hands on Dale’s shoulders.” Terry grabbed her hip with one hand while his other positioned his cock at her entrance.
She didn’t even hesitate. It didn’t matter that her breasts swayed in Dale’s face. That his hot breath teased her nipples. All she cared about was Terry. The heat from his cock called to her and she’d do whatever he told her as long as he fucked her. She needed his dick inside her more than she needed air.
Terry yanked her hips back and pushed inside her in one, long thrust.
“Ohhh...” She moaned, her head dropping and her eyes drifting shut from the pleasure. She’d never tire of how he filled her, stretched her.
“Look at him while I fuck you.” Terry wrapped his hand in her ponytail and pulled up her head.
She forced her eyes open and stared into Dale’s blue ones. They were darker from his passion. Terry’s cock slid out of her body and she whimpered. She’d waited all night for this. She deserved this.
“Don’t fret, rabbit. You’re pussy’s going to be fucked hard soon.” He twisted his hand, sending pain shooting through her scalp as the head of his cock prodded at her entrance and he slowly slid back inside of her. Her fingers dug into Dale’s shoulders as her body clenched around Terry’s dick, trying to pull him deeper. Make him move. Make him touch those parts of her that only he could reach.
“Please...Sir.” Her breath came in pants, her lungs waiting on his motion.
“Fuck. I want to touch her.” Dale’s voice was thick and gravelly.
“No.” Terry dropped his hold on her hair, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips. The air hissed through his teeth as he remained motionless, his cocked embedded deep inside her. “She said no.” He began to move, a little at first and then more—back and forth, each thrust longer and harder.
Her body rocked with his, adopting his rhythm and feeling the tension build as sparks of pleasure zipped through her. If Terry asked her again if she wanted Dale to touch her, she’d say yes. The other man’s face was so tight it looked pained, all because of her.
Terry wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her off her feet. She dropped forward, leaning more heavily on Dale. Terry’s arm tightened, shifting her upward another inch as his dick pushed back inside her, sliding along a spot that sent lighting ricocheting through her body.
She moaned, her pussy clenching around his cock, trying to keep him...right...there. “Yes. There. Please.”
Her hands clasped onto Dale’s shoulders so tight she was pretty sure her nails dug into his flesh, but his eyes darkened more as his hand moved to unzip his pants. He pulled out his cock. It was thick and hard, the tip red and angry, begging for a soothing touch. He spit into his palm and began to stroke, following Terry’s rhythm.
She swayed back and forth as Terry thrust into her, causing her breasts to bounce inches from Dale’s face. Terry’s pace increased, his cock hitting her G-spot over and over, sometimes grazing it and other times pressing so hard that sparks flashed before her eyes and she cried out with pleasure.
“See what you do to us.” Terry bent, making his next thrust shove right against that spot and then he stilled—his cock pressing against that spongy bundle of nerves.
“Oh...god...oh...” It was so much pleasure. Too much. Her arms shook.
“You’re so fucking hot. So open. So giving.” He grabbed her collar, pulling back her head. “Touch him, Maggie. Stroke his dick while I fuck you.”
Her hand dropped from Dale’s shoulder and wrapped around his cock. He sighed deep and guttural as she squeezed. He was hot and hard, velvety and smooth in her palm.
“That’s it, rabbit. Tug him tight.” Terry’s hips pumped into her, frenzied now. The games were done. Each stroke hit her G-spot. Each stroke sent her spiraling toward her release.
“Fuck.” Dale grabbed her hand, tightening her grip and helping her to stroke him harder and faster.
Terry’s hand wrapped around her neck, holding her cheek to his lips. “Your pussy is mine, Maggie. You’re mine. Always. I...fuck...you.” He pumped into her with each word. “Only me.”
“Yes.” She panted. “Only you.” She was more than fine with that.
“Others may look because you’re fucking beautiful but you are mine.” He let go of her neck and reached between her legs. His fingers slid along her clit and pressed down.
She screamed as she fell over the edge, her body tightening around his, clinging to his cock. He moaned in her ear, his body stiffening for one long second as he found his release. His breath was hot and heavy as his hips thrust gently into her. She tightened around him, pulling every ounce of pleasure from him.
“Fuck.” Dale’s head tipped back and his semen covered her hand as he came.
Terry pulled her up and away from Dale. Her body flush against his with his dick still buried deep inside her.
Dale zipped up his pants. “Thank you both. It was fun.” He grinned. “I’ll buy you a drink later if you’re around.” He strode from the room, shutting the door behind him.