“Where do you want it?”Sawyer asked.
“On my tits.”Cupping them in her hands, she squeezed them together, offered them up.“Please.”
Sawyer’s gaze flicked to Nash, then back to Bailey.“You got it, slut.”
“One order of fuckjuice, coming up,” T said, emptying his condom over her right breast, painting her nipple, letting it drip into her cleavage.
“Make that two,” Sawyer corrected, holding his condom over her left breast so its contents spilled over her nipple, over the upper slope and onto her collarbone, up onto her neck.
“That’s it, paint the little slag in spunk,” Ava urged.
“You’re gonna get mine, too,” Nash panted.That feathery sensation was racing down his spine, his balls tingling.“Right up your ass.You want that?”
Bailey nodded, still clutching her tits, milky fluid slipping and sliding over her fingers.“Yes.Do it, come inside me.Fill me up, Nash.I need it.”
“You, too,” he urged.
She shook her head, a look of genuine regret on her face.“I can’t.Really, I can’t.”
He refused to believe it.“You can.”
“She can,” Ava agreed and, leaning around Nash, latched her mouth onto Bailey’s raw, swollen clit.
Bailey’s cry was pure shock, and her asshole clamped down on Nash like an angry fist.With a roar he let go, the orgasm that had been building while he watched her get fucked ripping through him.He felt her pulse around him—weakly, and only a few times—then she went limp and lose around his pulsing dick.
Ava, seeming to sense that Bailey was well and truly done, eased back.Nash would have liked to stay where he was, lazily pumping his spent dick in the warm, wet cavern of her ass.But she’d earned a rest, so he eased out.
Still holding her legs up, he sat back on his haunches to catch his breath while all four of them looked at Bailey with awe.
Her hair was matted and dark, her face flushed and damp, eyes closed.Her body lay limp, like a rag doll tossed aside, hands loosely cupped around her jizz-covered tits.Her thighs were dotted with red marks, her pussy so swollen and wet and red it looked like someone had taken a can of spray paint to it, and below, from her equally raw asshole, his come bubbled.
In the silence, Ava declared, “That is one used-up little tart.”
“I’ll say,” Sawyer said.
“This was the hottest night of my life,” T chimed in.
“Seconded.”Sawyer nodded at Nash.“We’ll see ourselves out.”
“Thanks.Thank you,” he repeated, looking at each of them in turn.
They smiled back, gathering their clothes in silence and retreating to the living room.Sawyer closed the door behind them with a quiet click, leaving him alone with Bailey at last.
He lowered her legs gently to the bed then eased himself down to lie beside her.When he reached up with one hand to brush her hair away from her face, and she opened her eyes.“Nash.”
“Hey.”He murmured it, keeping his voice soft.He wanted to wrap her in softness now.“How’re you doing?”
“Nash,” she said again, and lifted a hand to his face.“Thank you.”
Unable to resist, he turned his lips to it.“It was,” he assured her, “my very great pleasure.”
She let out a watery laugh.“I could tell.”
Alarmed at what sounded like tears, he peered into her face.“Are you hurting?”
“No.Sore,” she admitted.“Tired.”
“Understandable,” he assured her.“After all, you just fucked four people.”He smiled when she laughed again.“Why don’t I draw you a bath, and order some dinner.How does pizza sound?”