pussy. I was so close I could smell the sex in the air, and my hips began to move along with my hand, my balls aching to release. I took on a similar pace with my hand that Dante had with Jaz, almost like I was one with them.
Dante’s movements became jerkier, his thrusting rougher than it was mere moments ago. His fingers dug into her sides so hard her skin turned white underneath; he’d leave bruises before he was done, marks on her flesh that would remind her of this moment for as long as they went unhealed. A low rumble escaped his chest, and he came with what I could only call a vengeance, almost as if he was angry at himself for coming.
It was a sight to see, Dante’s tensed face, his cock buried so deep in Jaz that I couldn’t see any of it. Jaz, on her hands and knees before him, taking whatever he gave her without a complaint. It was almost enough to make me come right there—and I almost did. The only way I managed to stop myself was that I stopped stroking myself.
Hands sliding off her sides, Dante pulled out, practically falling onto the bed as he rolled onto his back, proudly displaying the slick condom filled with his milky white cum. His chest breathed hard, and he shot me a look. You know, the typical Dante look. The look that wordlessly asked: you think you can do better than that? Go right ahead.
I planned on it, but Jaz surprised me by crawling off the bed and moving to stand before me. Her full, hot lips met with mine in a searing kiss I felt in my very core, a kiss that ignited everything inside of me. It was a fire only Jaz could start, and only she could put out.
Jaz was it for me. I never wanted anyone else.
She was slow to pull her lips off mine, her hands drawing down my chest, a trail of heat following wherever she touched. Jaz had power over me, and she knew it. She knew it, and she reveled in it. Giving me a sly smile, she sunk to her knees before me, her head now level with my erect length.
Well, if that’s what she wanted to do, I wouldn’t stop her. What guy in his right mind would? Nevermind that some people might claim I wasn’t in my right mind—
All thoughts in my head vanished when I watched those pretty lips pucker and open. Her tongue flicked out, and she licked the tip like a lollipop, catching the bit of precum that had oozed there. I had no idea what I tasted like, but Jaz didn’t seem to mind it, for within the next moment, she was opening her mouth and taking me in. With my chin on my chest, I was able to watch her do it. Never had I seen anything sexier.
Sexy. That was never a word that was in my vocabulary before Jaz. Sex, sexy, arousal—there were so many things I never thought of, things which did not ever occupy my mind before Jaz, but now it was hard to imagine feeling anything different.
Her mouth was warm. So fucking warm as it clamped around my cock, sucking my tip with every bob of her head. On the bed, Dante had rolled onto his side, having yanked off the condom. His dick was still semi-erect, and as he watched Jaz give me head, I noticed it twitching and regaining its hardness rather quickly.
I had to close my eyes. Watching her go at my cock so eagerly made me want to lose it right away. I had to push the orgasm off, at least for a little bit, focus on the way it felt and not how attractive she was on her knees with her mouth bobbing along my length.
“You know,” Dante’s voice shattered my thoughts, and I opened my eyes to glare at him, finding he was in the process of getting off the bed, “looks like you’re having fun. I think I’ll join you.” He stood, arm bumping into mine as he moved beside me. A few inches taller than me, he sent me a smirk as he went to weave his fingers in Jaz’s black hair and pulled her off my cock.
My glare turned deadly as he pulled her head towards his dick. Even Jaz gave him a look, but in the end she didn’t fight him; she started