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her. She stared at Quinn’s cock standing tall in front of her and wrapped her hand around it, ready to take it in her mouth. But Quinn stopped her.

“No, baby. I want to keep my full attention on you. I want to watch your face as Austin makes you come.” He moved her hand from his cock and rested it on his thigh. “No distractions.”

Austin glided forward, pushing inside.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned.

He kept moving, filling her with his long, thick member. Then he stopped, his groin tightly against her ass, his cock twitching inside her.

Quinn’s midnight eyes burned with desire. “How does it feel?”

“He’s really hard and thick,” she murmured, squeezing Austin with intimate muscles, setting her head spinning. “I’m squeezing him inside and—”

Austin twitched again, and she moaned.

Quinn chuckled, his face beaming. “I love the fact that Austin’s hard cock inside you is turning you on so much.” He glanced behind her. “Austin, why don’t you start fucking her?”

She felt Austin’s cock drag along her passage as he drew back. Then he thrust forward again. Quinn watched her intently as Austin moved in and out, his cock filling her in long, deep strokes.

Her eyelids drooped as the pleasure built inside her.

Quinn cupped her chin and lifted. “Baby, look at me. I want to see your face when you come.”

His eyes locked on hers, and she stared into the midnight depths as Austin filled her over and over again.

“Who’s fucking you, baby?” Quinn asked. “Who’s giving you this pleasure?”

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April began to tremble in delight. Austin pumped faster. Every stroke of his pulsing column drove her pleasure higher.

“Austin,” she answered, still staring deep into Quinn’s eyes.

“Are you close?” he asked.

She nodded, barely able to catch her breath. The intensity of Quinn’s focus on her amplified every sensation.

“Tell me when you come,” he insisted, “and who’s making you come.”

Austin’s hand glided over her hip to her pelvis. He found her clit and stroked it. Pleasure skyrocketed through her.

“Ohhh, yes. I’m going to come. I’m…”

He drove deep inside her, and she felt his spasms as hot liquid filled her.

Immediately, she plummeted over the edge. Sparks quivered across every nerve ending, and she found herself drawn into the depths of Quinn’s eyes.

“I’m … coming. Austin is…” she moaned.

Quinn covered her mouth in a quick kiss.

She sucked in a breath as Austin kept rocking his hips. Driving her higher.

She rode the wave of bliss, intensifying with every stroke of his cock. Lost in Quinn’s eyes, she plunged into sheer ecstasy.

Quinn’s hand cupped her cheek. “You are so beautiful when you come.”

The pleasure shimmering through her slowly ebbed. Finally, Austin drew back, his cock dragging from her depths and falling free.

Quinn immediately pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you.”

He rolled her back until she was lying on the wooden deck. As he prowled over her, her gaze locked on his gigantic cock, swollen and pulsing. She ached inside, anticipating his first thrust.

He pressed his hot cockhead to her opening, then eased in.

“Ohhh, yes,” she cried.

He filled her in one long stroke. With her pinned to the deck, their groins tightly together, he leaned forward and kissed her. Deeply. With a tenderness she found almost disturbing.

Then he began to pump, and her thoughts scattered.

His big cock filled her again and again.

“Oh, yes. Make me come again.”

“I will, baby. Just tell me. Who’s making you come?”

She opened her eyes and stared at his handsome, loving face. “You are, Quinn.”

He pumped faster, filling her deeper. The pleasure ignited, catapulting her into a mind-numbing orgasm. She clung to his shoulders, their gazes locked. The depth of tenderness in his eyes made her heart swell.

Then he groaned and erupted inside her, driving her pleasure higher still.

Finally, they collapsed together on the deck, panting. He rolled to his side, smiled, and stroked back her hair. Their gazes locked, and she was sure he was going to say something, but then he kissed her. A sweet brush of lips.

“I don’t know about you two, but I’m going for a swim,” Austin said, grinning down at them.

She and Quinn sat up as Austin walked to the pool and dove in. Quinn stood up and helped her to her feet, which was good because her knees were a little weak after that.

As she followed Quinn to the pool, her mind wandered back to last night.

He seemed totally all right with sharing her with Austin. In fact, as Austin had pointed out, Quinn seemed to find it a real turn-on.

So what had