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Walking around the back of the sofa, I peel my jacket from my arms and lock eyes with the dark-haired beauty just as she whimpers with pleasure, her back arching from the leather. Snagging her bottom lip with her teeth, she pulls at her nipple with one hand as she threads the other through her friend’s hair. She grips a fistful of blonde locks, pressing the girl’s face further into her pussy while sending me a seductive glance that lets me know she’d love nothing more than to let me fuck her into a coma. Her eyes briefly flash to the wall behind me where an impressive number of awards are on display from my years racing professional motocross.
The trophy room. For some reason they always wanna fuck in the trophy room.
My motocross career is what I’m best known for in this city—at least by the law-abiding public. I continued to race for several years after founding the Dukes. Had I not got caught up with the fucking Russians, I’d probably still be doing it. However, Yuri didn’t appreciate me dipping out half the year to ride. The choice was ultimately made for me, forcing me into early retirement at the height of my career.
I don’t consider myself a sentimental bastard, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss that shit every fucking day.
Certain perks definitely remain. For example, my legacy alone seems to carry me with women. Well, the fact I’m a fucking millionaire certainly doesn’t hurt, either. Even though I’m upfront that more than one night with me is not in the cards, I’m not lacking options in regard to pussy. When I was sixteen years old, one of the older sisters of the guys at the track pulled me into the woods after a race and proceeded to give me my first blow job. That was the day I learned that the ever-elusive emotional connection and a desire to fuck were not mutually exclusive.
And so began my slut era—and by slut, I mean me, not them.
A dozen romance novels—in the spirit of science—and a healthy sample of sexual encounters later, I figured some shit out. Feelings, I wasn’t great at. Orgasms? Turns out I excelled at that shit. Can’t really misread those interactions. “Harder, Daddy” doesn’t leave a lot of room for misinterpretation. Plus, if a man does his research, you really can’t go wrong. Seriously, that BookTok shit is like a goddamn “How-To” manual. Men, we got no fucking excuse.
I know I said this shit has gotten old over the years, but I’m still human. And though I’m not actively dedicating time to chasing ass, when I come home to a girl-on-girl pussy-eating marathon on my couch, my dick reacts accordingly.
A garbled gagging sound pulls my attention to the opposite side of the massive space where I see Rico wasting no time on formalities. The girl’s already on her knees practically choking on his dick as he strokes her hair, whispering her praises in Portuguese. I stifle a snort, turning back toward the women on my couch as I begin to unbuckle my belt.
Exhibitionism doesn’t bother me. It’s not that I get off on being watched. It just doesn’t register high on what I’d consider to be intimacy, and therefore doesn’t faze me. Sex is simply a function to elicit feelings of pleasure between two or more consenting adults. You want to watch me come? Fine by me. I discovered long ago by the reactions of my sexual partners that I had nothing to be self-conscious about when it came to my dick. And considering I don’t fuck in my personal bedroom, here’s as good a spot as any.
I pull the belt free from the waistband of my jeans before looping it around the wrists of the dark-haired vixen. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as I pull it tight, her hips quickening against her friend’s face in response.
I allow myself to slowly peruse her figure, actually taking time to appreciate the view. Her tits are spectacular, and I’m suddenly overcome with the desire to have them in my mouth. Bending down, I’m about to make contact when the woman moves to capture my lips. My grip on the belt tightens, the gesture causing her to wince.
“Uh-uh.” I playfully tsk. “Sorry, sweetheart. I don’t kiss. Don’t worry, though. My mouth is better utilized in other ways.”
I lean forward, swirling my tongue around her nipple. She moans in response, and I release her just long enough to finish tying off her hands before I drop back down to capture the tight bud once more, this time with my teeth. My hand locates the other one, where I alternate between pulling and rolling it between my fingertips. I imagine they’ve been at this for a while because her body begins to shake with the beginnings of her impending orgasm as me and the blonde continue to work her over.
My tongue makes another pass over her hardened peak before suctioning my mouth overtop. Releasing her with a pop, I give her breast a slap, appreciating the way it bounces before I direct my gaze back to her face.
“What’s your name, sweetness?”
“C-Cassidy,” she stutters on a breathless moan, eyes rolling back in her head as her friend continues to devour her.
“Cassidy.” I smile. “Nice to meet you. And who’s this?”
Cassidy’s attention drifts down just in time to see me stroke her friend’s hair.
“That’s… oh God,” she moans before regaining some composure. “That’s Jada.”
“Jada,” I repeat. “Well, Cassidy, with the way Jada here is feasting on you, I’d say she’s either got quite the crush or she’s going for gold in the best friend category. How’s her tongue feel? She doing a good job?”
“Yesss.” She breathes a sigh, drawing out the word as her wrists contort within the confines of the restraint.
“Good.” I chuckle. “So, here’s what we’re gonna do, Cassidy. Eyes on me.”
Her hooded gaze lands on me once more as she struggles to keep her eyes open.
“Good girl. I’m gonna help Jada here finish you off, and then you and I are gonna return the favor.”
“T-then w-what?” Cassidy forces out between her pleasure filled whimpers.
“Then I’m gonna lay you out side by side and take turns fucking you ‘til I see which one of these pretty pussies is able to pull every last drop of cum from my cock.”
Jada’s muffled moan is so loud, for a moment I think she’s finally come up for air. But when I glance over, she’s still diligently at work. I notice she’s positioned herself along the edge of the cushion, where she’s now grinding against it in search of some friction for herself. I will most definitely have to have this couch professionally cleaned tomorrow, but if a beautiful woman wants to pleasure herself, who am I to stop her?
My hand slips down Cassidy’s stomach, my fingers parting into a V at her folds where I can feel Jada’s warm wet tongue circling her clit. Jesus, it’s a fucking Slip ‘N Slide down here. My cock twitches in anticipation of sliding inside, painfully straining against the zipper of my jeans.
Down, boy. Ladies first.
