Page 93 of Three Hockey Hotties

She simply nods.

“Abby,” I say.

Her eyes fly open and find mine across the fire.

“We’re all going to fuck you tonight. Together. Okay?”

She doesn’t seem surprised, and she wets her lips before nodding. “Very okay.”

“That’s a good girl,” I tell her.

Kane groans. “She likes that. She loves when you praise her.”

“I’m glad. There’s so much to praise her for.” I grip the chair's arms tighter. “She is so sweet, so gorgeous, so smart and clever and creative.”

Kane’s hand is moving faster now. “Keep going,” he encourages. “Our girl is so wet for your words.”

“You know all of that though,” I tell her. I love watching Kane pleasure her, but watching her face is even better. She’s so beautiful when she lets herself go, lets the pleasure take over. “You know that you are our dream girl. Having you here with us makes all of us so fucking happy. Your laughter, your smiles, taking care of you, makes all of us better.” I shift to lean forward in my chair, resting my forearms on my thighs. I can see her body tensing and hope that she’s getting close to climax.

“You’re making all of us so hard, sweet girl. None of us has ever wanted anyone like we want you. We want to give you so much pleasure. Being here like this with you is a fantasy come true.”

Then she does exactly what I’m hoping for. She looks up at Dash.

“That’s right,” I say. “Dash is hard as a rock, and it’s all for you. He’s holding back because we all want you to have what you need. But if you want something from Dash, just say so.”

She wets her lips and just says his name. “Dash.”

“Do you want his cock, pretty girl?” I ask. “Do you want to touch that big cock that you’ve made so hard?”

She wets her lips again and nods.

Dash’s groan is deep and long.

“Give our girl what she wants,” I tell him.

Just like Abby dressed down for dinner, all of us put on sweatpants or joggers. Dash is wearing gray sweatpants that do nothing to hide the enormous bulge Abby has created.

She reaches up with one hand for the front of his sweats, and he helps her by moving the material down out of the way. It seems that my friend decided to go sans underwear. His gigantic dick springs free, and Abby wraps one small hand around it as he growls.

“Fuck,” Kane mutters.

“Stroke him, Abby,” I direct.

“Oh, yeah that makes her clench hard,” Kane informs us.

“That’s a good dirty girl,” I say.

Abby strokes him several times, her pace seeming to increase as Kane's rhythm speeds up between her legs.

“Absolute dream,” I tell her. “Do you have any idea how hot you are? How much we all want you? You’re ruining us for everyone else.”

And that’s what sends her over the edge. She cries out, squeezing Dash as her thighs clamp down on Kane’s hand, her neck arches against his shoulder, and her sweet voice cries out, “Oh, oh my God!”

“That’s our girl,” I say, pushing up from my chair finally. My cock is aching, and I have never been so excited for sex in my entire life. The fact that there are two other men here with me, whom I know very well, doesn’t bother me at all. In fact, I have an inkling that none of this would be as good if they weren’t here.

“Inside,” I say simply to all three of them.

Dash hikes up his pants, then bends and scoops Abby out of Kane’s lap.