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whispered, "yes." Above, Braden tweaked her sensitive nipples between thumb and forefingers, adding to her growing excitement. She understood intuitively that s
he’d
pleasured
them,
and now
they
were pleasuring
her,
their every action designed to push her closer to climax.

"Yes, lick me," she said on a hot sigh as she watched Tommy stroke his tongue through her feminine folds. "Oh, oh—now suck me. Suck my clit,"

she begged, barely aware that she'd suddenly started tel ing him what she needed.

He obliged, suckling the swol en knob of pink flesh deeply between his lips, until she was crying out, "Yes, like that, like that!"

"Mmm, I want you to come, baby," Braden purred near her ear. "I want you come so fucking hard."

"I. . . want you ... to come, too," she managed between escalating breaths. "Deep inside me ... fil me up with it, baby ... fil me."

Releasing her breasts in order to brace his hands at her hips, Braden began pumping harder up into her as Tommy suckled her in rhythm with their

fucking. As she met Braden’s thrusts, her clitoris rose hard against Tommy’s mouth, achieving perfect friction. She felt herself climbing, climbing,

working her way rapidly toward the peak of pleasure, until Braden demanded, "Come for me—baby—
now!'
And she did.

She toppled headlong into the deepest ecstasy of her life, the waves of release pounding through her body, stretching on longer than any orgasm

she could recal . She rode it out—rode Braden’s cock and met Tommy’s hot mouth again and again—until final y the scintil ating vibrations began to

ebb.

But when Braden yel ed, "Ah God, here I go, too!" and pressed her firmly down onto his cock as he drove deep into her in four harsh strokes, the now-faint sensations increased, stretching back through her body, lengthening the orgasm even more.

Seconds later, Laura found herself relaxing back against him, his arms enfolding her. Turning her head from where it rested on his shoulder, she

leaned a smal kiss to his neck.

Their eyes met. "Doing okay?" he whispered, sounding as spent as she felt.

"Better than okay," she assured him.

He flashed a sexy and very satisfied smile.

Braden relaxed on the sofa with Laura and Tommy, Laura’s disheveled bra the only scrap of clothing among them. For the first time, it occurred to

him that maybe he should feel a little weird about being this intimate with Tommy—they were guys, after al —but he didn't. They'd been friends a

long while, they'd always clicked and been comfortable and frank when it came to sex, and even if it seemed a little odd to be lying naked on the

same couch as his buddy, he didn't let it bother him.

He couldn't get over how amazing Laura had been. Just like every other sexual experiment she'd final y given into, she'd quickly abandoned her

inhibitions and let herself go—beautiful y. Even when he'd come home and found her wearing the lingerie he'd bought for her, he couldn’t have

imagined how hot she would be for him tonight, how sexy and wil ing with Tommy. His pleasure was quadrupled by knowing how far she had come

in such a short time, that a couple of weeks ago, she wouldn't even masturbate in front of a guy but was now pleasuring two of them.

"Anybody hungry?" Tommy asked, apparently shaking free of the lethargy that had stolen over them al . Without waiting for them to answer, he headed to the kitchen, returning with the rest of the brownies and the bottle of wine Braden had managed to open but not pour right before the hot

encounter had begun. They passed the wine, each drinking from the bottle, and everyone grabbed a brownie.

Of course, upon spying Laura's delectable nipples stil jutting above her bra, Braden couldn’t resist using his finger to dab a bit of the gooey icing onto one pointed peak, then bending to lick it off. "Mmm," she sighed, casting a shockingly wicked little smile in his direction.

Tommy fol owed suit, soon suckling more dark frosting from the other pebbled peak, and from the expression on his sweet Laura’s face, she was

content to let them suck as much chocolate from her breasts as they wanted. She looked like a sexy cat stretching, purring, as she luxuriated in the

pleasure.

Braden continued applying the chocolate and licking it off, but before long he felt Laura’s fist—around his dick. Groaning, he glanced to see that

she'd reached out on the other side of her to grab on to Tommy's, as wel . Damn, the girl was hot—everything she was doing tonight was driving

him out of his mind.

Instinctual y, he suckled her taut nipple harder, pul ing deep, until she moaned. Next to him, Tommy continued laving the opposite peak just as

enthusiastical y. She tugged on their stiff cocks, stroking, stroking, until final y he realized she was tugging him
by
his cock, up onto his knees. He let himself be guided and realized she was resituating Tommy by means of his dick, too.

She didn’t hesitate to draw their hard shafts right up onto her tits, raking the heads across the peaks, where they'd both just dabbed more

chocolate. She dragged their dicks playful y back and forth across the pointed nipples, using them to wipe the chocolate away. "Jesus Christ"

Tommy murmured, and Braden moaned at the delicate yet arousing sensation of her beaded nipple against his erection.

Next thing he knew, she bent, lifting his cock to her mouth, and began to suck off the chocolate she'd just col ected there. His stomach clenched

watching her impassioned ministrations, slow and deliberate, as she gazed up at him. He ran a hand through her hair and rasped, "Baby, so hot,"

the only words he could get out at the moment.

Then she gave Tommy a turn, lowering her beautiful mouth over him and suckling him clean of the thick frosting, too. He gritted his teeth, moaning.

Back and forth she moved between the two stiff shafts, and whichever one she wasn't sucking she rubbed across her nipple again. Braden wasn't

sure he'd ever experienced anything so erotic as her slow, purposeful actions, executed with pure confidence—by a woman in charge of her men.

The brownies were long since forgotten as she generously took turns pleasuring them, until Braden final y said, "Christ, baby, stop—I can't take it anymore." He knew he could have just come, but he didn't want to, not yet. And he might have been wel practiced in holding back, but sometimes

Laura excited him beyond his limits.

"Then what would
you
like to do now?" she asked him softly, peering up, eyes wide, lips beautiful y swol en.

This was supposed to be al about her, but if she was asking . ..

He drew a fortifying breath. "I'd like to watch Tommy fuck you again. But I want to see better this time, want to see his cock slide into your cunt."

Before, he'd wanted to watch her reaction, wanted to see the heat and pleasure dance across her features, but now his desires had turned to

something more feral and animalistic.

In response, she drew him down for a long, impassioned tongue kiss that, under the circumstances, nearly buried him.

He'd imagined him and Tommy giving it to
her
al night, making sure
she
was relaxed and pleasured—he'd never once envisioned her being so very giving to
them.
And as she eagerly stood from the couch and walked over by the fireplace, its glow lighting her pale skin, and as she dropped to her hands and knees to arch her lovely round ass toward them, he was overwhelmed by her hot generosity.

He and Tommy joined her, Tommy positioning himself behind her, also on his knees, as Braden dropped down beside him. Braden skimmed his

hand along her porcelain back, the gentle curves of her body, and let his touch dip down to graze her breast underneath. And as Tommy put on

another condom, Braden found himself pushing two fingertips into her warm wetness to make her ready for his friend.

She let out a soft sigh as he began fucking her with his fingers. She moved against them, and he fel that much more in lust with her beautiful

enthusiasm. "So incredible, baby—you re so, so good," he bent near her ear to whisper. "And I'm so ready to watch this sweet, hot pussy take Tommy's cock."

"Mmm, I
want
you to watch," she answered breathily, and her words tightened his groin. He'd known from the start that his predilection for watching excited her as much as him, but she'd never actual y said it until now.

Braden used his hands to part her for Tommy's entry. He watched intently as his friend eased deep inside her.

"Oh God!" she cried out, and he watched the primal movements as the two came together, watched Tommy's hard shaft disappear smoothly inside

her opening, then slide back out, again, again.

The view nearly paralyzed Braden. Or maybe it was the stark realization. She was giving him so much. Al of her. She was doing everything he

asked, fol owing his every whim. She wanted to pleasure him just as much as he wanted to pleasure her, even when it meant taking another man

into her body so that Braden could experience the intimacy of watching it, of watching her pussy accept a cock other than his. He heard his own

thready sigh—and needed more of her.

He'd wanted to watch, yes—but now he needed to be part of the liaison, too. It wasn’t jealousy—it was simply hot, wild desire and rampant need

that grew from his gut.

"Lay her down," he told Tommy softly. "Stay inside her, but lay her down on her side."

Tommy anchored one arm around her waist, then maneuvered them to the carpet on their sides as Braden had instructed.

Oh God, she looked beautiful, that pale lace outlining her gorgeous breasts, the rest of her curvy and naked, her pussy bare but for the light swatch

of hair above it. She looked beautiful moving against Tommy, meeting his slow thrusts, her face etched with passion. She looked beautiful meeting

Braden’s gaze through it al —no more shyness now from his sweet snowflake, nothing but unadulterated heat and fearlessness, and she was

putting it al out there, for him.

He lay down, too, stretching out along the front of her body, lifting his hands to her face. "I want to kiss you, baby, while Tommy fucks you."

She sighed and reached out, her hand stroking his chest as he moved in close. Threading his fingers through her hair, he slanted his mouth across

hers, pressed his tongue gently inside.

"Look at me, Laura," he whispered when the kiss ended. "Look at me while he moves in you. Look into my eyes."

She obeyed the command, meeting his gaze as she met Tommy’s strokes from behind. He saw her absorb each one, heard her sigh and moan.

He kissed her again, ran his hands over her breasts, down the curve of her slender waist, up her arms and back to her face—for more sweet, hot

kisses.

She reached for him, too, her hand closing firm over his bare hip. She pul ed him close, as close as Tommy lay in back. His cock nestled in her slit,

and she lifted her leg over his thigh, pul ing him against her tighter. "Unh ..." he moaned at the sweet, slick contact.

She moved against him and found her rhythm, letting his erection slide through the front of her pussy and over her clit. He knew every motion she

made brought pleasure now—arch frontward and she met his cock, arch backward and she took Tommy deeper. He'd never seen her so lost to

pleasure. Her cries sounded as if they echoed from someplace deep inside. She ground against him, harder, harder, each gyration seeming to

draw her deeper into ecstasy.

"So hot, baby, so sweet and hot for me." He murmured and cooed to her but could tel she hadn’t the strength to respond, too caught up in the joys he and Tommy delivered.

Until final y she broke, crying, "God, now!" as she thrust against him hard, moved faster, rubbing herself against him in hot, wild undulations that were pushing
him
closer and closer to the edge.

"So beautiful when you come, honey," he breathed over her, kissing her, touching her face, then stroking his thumbs across her nipples.

"Christ," Tommy groaned, and Braden knew his buddy was climaxing, too, emptying into her with hard plunges that echoed al the way through

Laura and onto him.

The jerking sensations were the last thing Braden felt before he exploded, bursting in three powerful shots across her bel y as he yel ed out.

They al lay stil for a moment—a bit of shock, a bit of recovery— until Braden and Tommy both rol ed away and Laura lay on her back before the

fire. Braden’s white semen had left her wet and glistening from navel to cunt, and the erotic sight stymied him for a long moment, until he fol owed

the urge to reach down and rub it into the smooth, bare flesh of her pussy. Tommy helped, too, both of them massaging, sensual y working the fluid

into her soft skin. She rose up on her elbows to watch, parting her legs to let them dip deeper.

The three of them drifted off for a few minutes, lul ed further by the warmth of the fireplace, but Braden didn’t think much time had passed when

Tommy quietly got up to dress. He returned a few moments later, kneeling to lower a kiss to Laura’s cheek. His hand rested on her smooth

stomach.

She opened her eyes to find him hovering above her. "This has been amazing, sweetheart," he told her. "Thank you for letting me know you this way."

She bit her lip, stil wearing the new coquettish expression Braden had noticed just this evening. "The two of you turned me into a very bad girl tonight."

Tommy grinned. "You do
bad
very
good"
he said, then glanced at Braden only to add, "Later, dude."

"Later," Braden said, then watched Tommy head to the door, put on his coat, and exit out into the cold night. He couldn’t help thinking his friend had left seeming more like his old happy-go-lucky self, his smooth-with-the-ladies self, and though he hadn't concocted this idea even remotely for