Pip couldn’t believe they had the audacity to tell her how she would live her life, but she was also afraid they could be right. She did have feelings for them, but she didn’t want to. So she decided not to say anything at all. The thought of them spanking her and then making love to her made her so hot. She wanted their mouths and hands touching all over her body. So she stubbornly closed her eyes and kept her lips clamped tightly together. It took all her self-control not to open her eyes when Mason moved up off of her. Then the mattress was dipping on either side of her, and she knew Randy and Chip were right beside her.
“Please,” Pip whimpered.
“Please what, baby?” Mason asked.
“Please touch me?” she sobbed with desperation.
Pippa felt large, warm hands smooth up over her shins and thighs. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, hoping they didn’t hear her breathing for control. When she felt a large hand on one of her nipples, pinching it into a taut peak, she couldn’t contain the slight mewling sound. Then a hot, wet mouth was latching onto her other nipple, making goose bumps erupt all over her skin. Teeth gently scraped over the turgid peak, and she couldn’t contain the sob escaping her lips.
Pip felt Mason’s hands smooth down over her legs and then back up the inside of her thighs until they were mere inches away from her throbbing pussy. Then his fingers were gently sliding through her dewy, wet folds. His fingers skirted around the small bundle of nerves, the place she ached most to be touched. It took all of her willpower not to arch her body up into his touch and beg him to relieve her ache. She thought she may have dreamed the butterfly-soft touch that finally wisped over her throbbing clit, but then she sobbed out loud as he tapped the pad of his finger onto the small nub, sending her into the stratosphere. She had never experienced the pleasure these three men were bestowing on her until the night nearly three weeks ago. She didn’t know if she would be able to survive any more pleasure, and she knew they had only just begun. They weren’t even naked yet, for goodness’ sake.
“Oh yeah, baby. I love it when you come for me. I can’t wait to get a taste of that cream flowing from your sexy little cunt,” Mason murmured just before he bent his head. Pip tried to keep her thighs together but was fighting a losing battle. She wanted, needed their touch, but she also wanted them to work for her affection. He wrapped his arms around her legs and pried her thighs up and apart, spreading her wide for his own viewing pleasure. She knew her cheeks must already be tinged pink from her recent orgasm, but to see the heated look in Mason’s eyes when she finally opened hers was beyond her comprehension. The raw hunger she saw as he stared at her pussy made her cheeks burn even brighter. Then she watched as he bent his head down to her wet cunt and licked her from ass to clit.
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