Page 128 of Wish I Might
Bailey’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice, blurry with fatigue and confusion.“Nash?”
“Yeah, baby, it’s me.”
“Nash,” she said again, this time a sigh.
“Don’t go to sleep on me, Bay,” he warned.“You got one more dick to fuck.”
She moaned.“I can’t.”
“Don’t worry,” he told her, taking the lube from Ava and squirting a generous blob into his palm.“I’ll do all the work.”
He stroked the lube over his shaft, making it sloppy.He knew she’d be sore and swollen—Sawyer wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t exactly average, and assholes weren’t pussies.They weren’t built for taking dicks and pushing out babies, so he wanted her to have as much help as he could give her.
And thanks to the live porn show she’d just put on, this wasn’t going to take very long.
“Deep breath, baby,” he warned and, pushing her legs back, set his dick at her still-open asshole and pushed.
She let out a gurgling moan, half distress, half pleasure when her snug, warm asshole enveloped his dick.He gritted his teeth against the sensation—Christ, he could come right now, but he’d be damned if would.He wanted to make it last, not just for him, but for her.This was her fantasy, eight years in the making, and he wasn’t going to give her any less than she deserved.
He slid forward a few inches, then back.He added more lube—he was going to have to throw these sheets away—then slid deeper.When he was balls deep, he held himself there for a moment, savoring the heated cavern of her ass.Then he began to move.
He knew she was exhausted, drained by the four orgasms, and still he felt her body respond.
“You like that, Bailey?”he murmured, fucking into her softly, steadily.“You like my dick in your ass?”
Her face was flushed, her eyes heavy.Her breasts bounced gently.“Yes.”
“You liked Sawyer’s dick in your ass, too, didn’t you?”
Her face flushed deeper, but she nodded.“Yes.”
“And T’s in your mouth, your pussy.Ava’s cunt in your face.”
She moaned, long and low, her ass fluttering around his cock.“Nash.”
“Didn’t you?”he repeated, thrusting a little harder, a little faster.
Her breathing was coming faster, harder.“Yes.”
“Why?”He laid a hand on her pussy, ignoring her flinch.It was bright red, all but glowing.“Tell me why, Bailey.”
“Because I’m a slut.”
“Yeah, you are.”He rewarded her with a swivel of his hips, a swipe of her clit with his thumb.She jerked and whined, her ass tightening on his dick.“Whose slut are you, Bailey?”
“Yours,” she breathed.She had her hands on her tits now, squeezing, plucking, pinching.“I’m your slut.”
“Damn right.”Fuck, he wasn’t going to last.“You want my load, baby?”
She moaned, and he could see, actually see her pussy pulse in response.“Yes.”
“You want theirs?”
She looked up at T and Sawyer, standing by the side of the bed, holding the condoms they’d worn to fuck her.“Yes.”
“Ask them for it.”He sped up, pounding her ass hard now, thumbing her clit, hoping he could get her there fast, because he wasn’t going to be able to wait.“Ask them like a good slut.”
She licked her lips, breathing so hard she could barely get the words out.“Please, can I have your come?”
