Page 72 of Pucking Good Girl

“Pretty girl, are you crazy?” Becks beats me to it. “I’m pretty sure I can speak for Mack too here, but everything about you is gorgeous. Your tits are the perfect handful. You have a beautiful hourglass figure and your stomach is sexy. It’s better than mine.”

“Shut up,” Talia giggles nervously. “You two have eight packs. I can’t get that kind of definition no matter how hard I train.”

Talia’s palms are flat on my chest. I take one, lacing my fingers with hers. “Baby, I wish you could see yourself the way I—the way we see you. You’re beautiful and I wouldn’t change one thing about you.”

She finally looks me in the eye. “Really?”

“You’re even a little too beautiful,” I admit. “To the point that I was saying the alphabet backwards in my head because I was scared I wouldn’t even last long enough for Becks to be done with the fucking lube.”

“I’m glad it isn’t just me, then,” my brother comes to my aid. “I was running our plays in my head for the same reason.”

Talia turns to look at Becks over her shoulder. “Really?”

“You have the most gorgeous ass I’ve ever seen. And spreading lube all over it is a dangerous activity. Then you straddled Mack and I wish you could see him going in and out of you as you move. I could have come without even touching you.”

Talia’s inner muscles spasm around me, and I groan. “I think our girl likes to hear what kind of effect she has on us, brother. Hearing how you almost blew your load watching her fuck me made her super wet.”

Becks scoots closer to Talia. “Can I look at you fucking Mack from over your shoulder, while I make your little hole nice and ready for me?”

Heat rises to her face at his words, but she nods. “If you want.”

“Oh, you don’t know how much I love looking at you like this. How do you think I took care of myself last week when we were at Stanford?”

She looks surprised. “You thought about me?”

“Of course I did,” he confirms. “You’ve been the only star of my spank bank since the night we met.”

“Really?”

Becks pours some more lube onto his fingers. “Really. And back then all I had was my imagination. Now I know firsthand how beautiful you look when Mack or I kiss you, when we touch you and fuck you. But my favorite thing is the way you look when one of us makes you come. You’re breathtaking.”

I could hug my brother right now.

“Becks is right. I’ve been wanting you for so long, baby. Even when I thought you would never look at me as more than one of your brother’s teammates. But the reality, having you in my arms, being inside you, is better than anything my imagination could come up with. I love you, Talia.”

She leans over to kiss me. “I love you too, Macklin.”

Her muscles tighten around me when she begins rocking her hips, and my mind goes blank for a few seconds.

It’s a dangerous place to be because the sensation of her tight body grinding over mine sends sparks down my spine, and I have to focus if I don’t want to come.

“Oh.” She stops moving, squeezing me again.

“This ok, pretty girl? Does it hurt?”

Talia’s cheeks are pink, and her chest rises and falls harder with each breath she takes. “It doesn’t hurt at all. It feels…”

Her muscles spasm again, and more wetness follows when she closes her eyes. “I think it feels good.”

“Good enough to add another finger?” Becks asks.

I’m happy that he’s being cautious, and he’s giving her time. But it’s also torture every time Talia’s muscles squeeze me within an inch of my life.

Z, w, x… no, that’s not right. Z, y, x… nope. I’m fucked.

Things get even harder—pun intended—when Becks withdraws his fingers and starts entering Talia with his cock.

She tenses and I almost lose my shit there and then.