Page 97 of Three Hockey Hotties

Then he slowly slides into Abby’s pussy, both of them moaning.

“You okay?” he asks her.

“I have never ever been better in my life,” she tells him with such sincerity he huffs out a quick laugh.

“Thatta girl,” Kane tells her.

I move to sit on the edge of the coffee table to get the perfect view. I’m also shameless about wanting to clearly see Dash fuck our girlfriend.

“You’re doing so well,” I tell her. “That perfect pussy has taken three cocks now, Abby girl. Look at you spread wide for him.”

Dash groans. “She does like those words.”

Kane reaches over and affectionately combs his fingers through her hair. “Like Benjamin said, it’s very easy to praise the perfect woman.”

Dash moves his hips, stroking in and out of her. “It sure is.”

“You have to come again Abby,” I tell her. “You have to come around Dash’s cock. Let him feel that. Give that to him.”

“I don’t know if I can,” she says, whimpering slightly as Dash thrusts into her.

The poor guy has also been getting edged, and the fact that he’s holding back even as much as he is impresses me.

“Dash can’t come until you do,” Kane says.

Dash grunts, and I see his jaw tighten.

I give Kane a look and he gives me a grin that says he knows exactly what he’s doing to Dash.

Abby strokes her hands up and down Dash back. “You can, it’s fine. It’s good. I want to feel that. Come inside me, Dash.”

His groan is guttural.

“You’re killing me, Abby girl,” he says.

She smiles. “Really?”

“You have no idea what you do to me. I could stroke two more times and come. But I want to feel you,” he tells her, his gaze burning into hers. “Milk me with this sweet cunt.”

Her eyes go wide, and she sucks in a little breath at his blunt words. But, apparently, there’s something about the man who is a big sweet teddy bear toward her most of the time, talking to her like that because she lifts her hips, then reaches down between them and starts playing with her clit.

“Harder,” she tells him. “Fuck me harder.”

Now it’s his turn for his eyes to go a little wide. But again, he’ll deny her nothing. His hips start moving faster, and I watch as she works herself up to another climax.

Holy hell. This woman has let all three of us fuck her, and here she is, still in it, still surprising us.

“Oh God, yes,” she says, encouraging him. “I’m almost there.”

“Every step you take tomorrow, every time you sit down and your pussy aches, I want you to think about what a good fucking girl you were tonight for us,” I tell her. “You made your three men very fucking happy.”

And I’m thrilled when that helps rocket her through another orgasm.

She likes hearing that we are her men. She likes knowing she’s pleased us.

I am definitely making a note of all of that.

She screams through her orgasm, and Dash is right on the heels of hers with his own, roaring her name as he stiffens above her, emptying into her before lowering himself to the side so as not to crush her.