Page 127 of The Man with a Treasure

She was so willing. No reserve. No room for being intimidated. She was as exposed as they come with two men in a bed with a woman, yet she wanted more.

Lifting her upper body, I began to slide behind her. “Then watch your man make you come.” As soon as her warm back laid against my front, my dick jerked in a happy response.

And I thought of Noemi.

It wasn’t in any disrespect to Scarlett. In fact, I believe it was the opposite. She was almost giving me as much as Noemi would. Trust. Love. It all heightened the experience.

Scarlett’s body moving against mine reminded me how long it had been since I’d touched a woman. And, with all the emotions involved, I was struggling not to go completely blind with need.

Scarlett hissed and mewled. Her hands gripped my thighs on either side of her as Angelo feasted. “Nothing. I-I have never felt anything like this.”

Her need was making my own stronger and stronger.

I was struggling with what to do. “Angelo, this heart of gold may come on her back.”

“Let her know what being drenched in cum feels like by a man who loves her.”

He was right. There should be no shame in coming. I couldn’t let the fathers ruin any future moment between us. I couldn’t let them take anything else from Dove.

My last reserves began to melt away…

Imagining what she would feel like, I panted, “Angelo, slip a finger inside this hungry woman.”

He growled, “I’ve been wanting to,” as he released her thigh.

It was getting harder to breathe with her exquisite body against mine. I was struggling to talk but still wanted her to learn. “See? I-It is all about you,” I tried to gain control over my breathing, “in moments like this.” I leaned the side of my face to hers. “Let it be.”

I think I was also talking to myself. No matter where my future would lead—no matter what was in store for us, I—we—were here now. I didn’t want to hold back anymore. I wanted to soar, too.

As soon as Angelo inserted a finger, Scarlett’s head fell back to my shoulder. “Wooooooooow.” Then began to thrash. “More. More.”

While Angelo slipped another finger inside her channel, I sucked on her neck while nudging the outer part of her right leg with my foot. “Put it over his shoulder so you can pull on him if you want more but are not able to speak.” I kissed her neck. “Have your body talk for you.” Angelo’s eyes rolled back as her leg eagerly wrapped around him and tugged. “See that? His reaction was pure bliss, Dove. He’s enjoying this as much as you are. He wants to ravage you.” I was hoping she would remember that word, too.

Fighting for air, she gasped, “G-Good. Word.”

My arms wrapped around her waist and pulled, loving the pressure against my dick. “Want to try it, Dove?”

Tremors were starting to shake her now sweating body. “Y-Yes.”

My shaking hand slid down her thigh Angelo had released, then slipped underneath. Angelo got closer to her as I lifted her knee up near the side of her ribs, exposing that hard nub that was dying for attention she didn’t yet understand.

“S-Sal,” she panted.

Heatedly, I whispered in her ear. “Don’t fight that building sensation.” My dick throbbed in agreeance. “Let it rip through your whole body.”

Her other leg tightened around Angelo’s shoulders. “I’m… I’m…”

“Flying,” I told her. “Now soar.”

My body accepted the challenge and released.

A deep-throated scream broke free of Scarlett as she convulsed… in my arms.

Pride filled my chest as I stared at Scarlett and Sal, both in a spent delirium as they came down off the sexual high. I felt like I was taking such good care of them. For all they had given me, these two deserved all I had to offer. That’s why I took an undershirt and wiped her back clean before spooning her. She was too tired for anything else. Sal was already asleep, facing her, holding her hand as if it were a lifeline of sorts.

Holding Scarlett tight, I laid a hand over their connection to keep it safe.

Early in the morning, we woke, all still just as connected.