Page 11 of Their Tracked Obsession

My best friend gripped Liv’s hips, ready to take the plunge. I positioned myself in front of her mouth. My fingers were still busy, pushing in and out to make her salivate more, preparing Liv to take my dick whole.

“Who’s got first dibs?” I asked, but my gaze didn’t waver from Liv. “You’ve already had her, so—”

“So what?” Saint interrupted. “You get first prize?”

I pulled my fingers out of Liv’s mouth and ran a hand through my hair. “No. I should have a turn.”

“You always get a turn. When have we not shared her?” Saint was tense, his jaw rigid as he shrugged. “Sometimes you want to watch.”

“And you figured this was the time?” I sighed in frustration. “My dick is right near her mouth with fucking cum dripping out.”

I glanced down at Liv and mouthed, “I’m sorry.” And turned my attention back to my best friend.

Jesus Christ! What a fucking great time to have a disagreement?

Liv shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Can you two quit arguing and fuck me already?”

“Well, I can’t if Sin is upset,” Saint expressed with raised hands.

Goddamn guy was far too fucking sensitive sometimes.

“Oh, Christ! I’m fine.” I ran both hands through my hair. “I only wanted to know who was gonna fuck you first.”

“I think Saint should go first,” Liv answered my question.

Such a sweet fucking girl.

“Why?” I asked, crossing my arms in front of my chest and tilting my head.

“Because you’ll get to watch my eyes roll into the back of my head, my body shuddering in response to each thrust, and my mouth wide so you can fill me up,” Liv replied with a devilish smirk as she roamed her eyes down my body and landed on my dick bobbing in front of her. “How does that sound to you?”

How the hell could I disagree with a plan as fucking hot as that? I’d be a goddamn idiot to argue with any idea our girl offered us. She even settled any hesitation when she fondled my nutsack. Fuck. Her long fingernails felt so good. My eyes practically rolled out of my head.

“Like a damn dream come true.” Saint gripped her hipbones as if they were handles and hoisted Liv into position. “Say the word, man, I’ll have her screaming in no time.”

I cupped Liv’s chin in my hand and ran a thumb over her bottom lip. I wanted her staring me straight in the eyes when my best friend dove into her tight pussy and made her writhe with pleasure, opening her for me to watch in delight until I had her.

“Fuck.” I bit my lower lip and released it. “Her.”

I slapped my dick against her cheek.

Liv gasped.

“Hard,” I groaned.

Saint took the plunge. His dick swooped in deep, and Liv gasped again. Her pussy tightened around my best friend while he plunged into the hilt, and an animalistic sound escaped her.

I cupped her face while she stared up at me, and her eyes blazed with lust. “Oh, fuck.”

Liv bit her lip, but I forced the plump flesh back out with a stroke of my thumb. “Look at you. So fucking beautiful. Such a slut.”

“Fuck, she’s gushing too,” Saint voiced hoarsely.

My best friend thrusted faster and grunted with each pound. The sound of wet flesh smacking together filled the room. Music to our ears.

Her tits bounced. Nipples danced. I ran my hand down her face and popped a finger briefly into her mouth. She playfully bit me, teased me, and I pulled the limb back out. I softly chuckled at her feistiness. I wanted more.

Liv’s mouth was open, sighs of lust escaped her, but I wanted to hear her make more sounds.