of this metaphor, sweet and flavorful on the tongue, too much on his own but just right with the balance of the other two.
"Looks like I missed out on some fun." Reggie cups his hands on my hips and draws me to him, his tight boxer-briefs doing nothing to hide the arousal laying against his inner thigh. "Not that I'm complaining, since I have zero interest in watching my brother fuck you. It's just that it'd be nice to be first every once and a while. Save the best for last, sure, but what about a double feature? I can go more than once in a night."
"Oh, I know," I tell him, getting up on my tip toes to lay a soft kiss on his plush lips. "This isn't my first rodeo with the three of you."
"But it's our first time in the real world," he reminds me. "So just in case you were wondering, those fruits aren't the reason why my cock is the biggest. It's just like that. What can I say, I'm gifted."
Rolling my eyes, I laugh a little at his boastful humor. "You're incorrigible."
"Encouragable? Sure, go ahead and encourage me. First, though, I need to show you what I've got."
He kisses me deeply, passionately, until the breath leaves my lungs and thought leaves my head. His hands reach down to cup my ass and spread my cheeks. His fingers insistently find my entrance and stroke inside my pussy from behind, a crook to his digits making me squirm against him as a new round of heat strokes inside me.
Then he grabs my hips and walks me back to the picnic table. Pulls away from our kiss. Smirks at me as my knees hit the bench and I stumble against him.
"You know I fucking love you, right?" His brows raise as he stares down at me. "Because if you were wondering, I do. Even though you have bad taste in men, clearly, since you'll screw my brother and his dumb best friend, I love the fuck out of you. And I want you to be happy."
I'm touched, even with the crudeness of his words. "I love you too, Reggie. I'd do anything to make sure you're safe and... and happy, too. And I'll never pick anyone over you, I promise you that. I want you no matter what."
"Good. Now turn around, spread your legs, and put those hands of yours on the picnic table." He reaches out and twists one of my nipples until I gasp. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget your own damn name, and all you remember is mine."
"That seems—"
"Now."
With his strength, he maneuvers me into the position he wants, all while my heart slams against my rib cage in anticipation. When Reggie gets like this—possessive and hard and demanding—he fucks like no one else. I remember it down in Hell, but up here I know it'll be different, every agonizing thrust felt down in my bones, no lake water magic or too-sweet fruit to dull my nerves and deaden my senses.
I get wet just at the thought of it.
As I bend forward and put my hands on the picnic table to brace myself, Reggie's hands push me down further. His knocks my knees apart until I can feel the chill breeze of night against my lower lips. There's a brief moment of separation as he pulls back to kick his briefs off, and I look over my shoulder at his shaft, naked and rising hard between his strong thighs.
"I'm fucking amazing," he tells me as he pushes my chest down onto the wood and positions himself between my legs. "Don't you fucking forget it, Ari Wolfe. Just in case your memory is fuzzy, here's a reminder."
Lining his cock up, he grabs my hips and thrusts inside my pussy with a single, brutal stroke. I gasp and dig my fingers into the edge of the picnic table, legs spread wide with his weight against me. A whimper leaves my lips as he pulls his length out and fucks it back in again until I can feel every inch of his shaft inside me, my pussy dripping wetness as Reggie makes room for his cock and nothing else.
I moan. He shifts the angle of his body and pummels me with his length. The pressure of his cock inside me, sliding along my walls, makes me body begin to tremble in ways it never has. As pleasure builds up within me, Reggie fucks