I squeezed her fingers in mine, wanting her to open her eyes and look at me while she fucked me.
“Mr. Parker…Mr. Snowden…” She whimpered again. “I need more. Please…give me more.”
“What do you need, pet?” he asked her.
“I need to feel him moving inside me.”
Mr. Parker’s eyes met mine and he nodded. A second later, I had Addison on her back beneath me. I pumped my hips, driving into her, still mindful of how fucking small she was, how tight she was.
Mr. Parker disappeared for a minute, but then he was back, positioning himself behind me.
“Lean forward,” he urged, kissing my shoulder.
I rested most of my weight on my arms, mindful to keep from crushing Addison beneath me. She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck, fusing our lips together. I kissed her with everything that I was, moaning into her mouth as Mr. Parker’s cock breached my ass.
I stilled, the sensation of being filled nearly overpowering the glorious sheath of Addison’s pussy on my dick. Then Addison’s muscles clenched around me and my cock jerked. I was overwhelmed by sensation so fucking powerful I thought my head would blow off my body. My cock buried inside Addison’s sweet body, Mr. Parker buried inside mine.
It was too much.
Or so I thought.
Then he started to move and my world started spinning, the pleasure so intense I was on the verge of losing it.
“You may come, pets,” Mr. Parker informed us. “I want you both to come.”
Several minutes passed while Mr. Parker drove into me, his momentum driving my hips forward, pushing me deeper and deeper into the tiny woman who was kissing me with so much passion, so much intensity, I wasn’t sure how I wasn’t in subspace.
When she pulled her lips from mine, it was to cry out in ecstasy, her pussy milking my cock as her orgasm took her. She was so damn tight my breath caught.
“Fuck, yes,” Mr. Parker growled. “Come for me, Ben. Come inside our sweet girl.”
He slammed into me several more times.
“Right fucking now,” he barked.
I did. I came harder than I’d ever come in my life, filling Addison while Mr. Parker’s cock jerked inside me as he followed me right over.
Thirty-Three
ADDISON
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, I WOKE up in Mr. Parker’s bed.
After our scene last night, he insisted we all three go back to his apartment. Once there, Ben had cooked the most amazing gumbo I’d ever tasted in my life. After we ate, the three of us curled up on the sofa and watched some Nicholas Sparks movie. I knew they hadn’t been at all interested, but I certainly hadn’t minded. Well, except for the crying part. I had no idea a movie could make me cry like a baby.
When that was over, we crawled into Mr. Parker’s bed, me snuggled between the two of them before we drifted off.
Now, as the sun brightened the bedroom, I looked around to see that I was alone. I sniffed the air, remembering how they’d made breakfast that first night I was here. I didn’t smell anything, but then I heard it.
The shower was running.
After sneaking into the second bathroom to relieve myself and try to make some semblance of my messy appearance, I went back to Mr. Parker’s bedroom. I hesitated only briefly before I stepped inside.
My eyes instantly locked on the two men embracing beneath the water, steam billowing around them.
God, they were hot together.
“Good morning, little rebel,” Mr. Parker greeted when his eyes slid over to mine.
“Good morning,” I answered with a smile.
“Would you care to join us?”
Well, how in the world could I say no to that? In less than a second, I had pulled Mr. Parker’s T-shirt off and tossed it onto the counter. Mr. Snowden held the shower door open when I approached, and a few seconds later, the hot water was cascading over my entire body.
“Are you sore?” Mr. Parker asked as he pulled me into him, his mouth lowering closer to mine.
“No.” Which, honestly, was surprising.
Last night, when I’d sunk down on Mr. Snowden’s cock, I had thought for sure he wasn’t going to fit. Sure, it had taken some time for my body to adjust and it had. As though I was made for him and him for me.
Mr. Parker kissed me softly, a sweet exploration as his tongue slipped against mine. Unable to help myself, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.
Mr. Snowden’s warm body pressed up against my back and I moaned, loving the feeling of being crushed between the two of them.
“How long have you been awake?” I asked when Mr. Parker released my lips.
“Not long.” He grinned down at me. “It became a little difficult to sleep with so much snoring going on.”
I chuckled and smacked his chest. “I don’t snore.”
