44. Sophie #3
“That’s it,” Ethan breathes, holding perfectly still, letting her body adjust. “That’s just the tip. You’re doing so well.”
He pushes in another inch. Then another. His jaw is clenched, the veins in his neck standing out, every muscle in his body trembling with the effort of going slow.
“Ethan—fuck—it’s so—”
“I know, Sophie. I know.” He strokes her hip. “You’re taking me perfectly. Just a little more.”
He slides in deeper, and I watch his cock disappear inside her inch by inch, her body stretching around his girth, and the sight is so raw that my cock throbs in my fist.
“There,” he breathes when he’s fully seated. “All of me. You took all of me.”
“How does it feel, little one?” I ask, stroking her hair back from her face.
“Good.” She moans, her hips pushing back for more. “It feels so good.”
“Sophie.” Ethan’s voice is strained. “We need to go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It doesn’t hurt.” Her fingers grip the couch cushion. “It feels incredible. Please, Ethan. Move.”
She rocks her hips back into him, and the sound Ethan makes is wrecked. He starts to move. Shallow at first, barely pulling out before pressing back in, and then deeper, longer strokes, his hands gripping her hips.
Her eyes are glazed, her mouth open.
“So full—I can feel all of you—”
“Good girl,” I murmur. “You love it, don’t you? Feeling Ethan inside you like this.”
“Yes—God, yes—”
I watch her take his whole cock—watch the way her body grips him on every outstroke, the way her back arches deeper with every thrust—and it’s incredible.
Sophie comes within seconds. Her orgasm hits so hard she cries out, her whole body seizing, her arms giving out as she collapses onto the couch.
Ethan thrusts through it, his rhythm breaking, his breathing ragged, and he comes inside her with a guttural moan—then pulls out before his knot starts to swell.
“I won’t knot you here yet, sweet girl,” he breathes against her back, pressing a kiss to her spine. “Not your first time. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He turns her face toward his and kisses her, one hand cradling her jaw. She melts into it.
She’s still shaking when Finn pulls her up and sits back on the couch.
“Come here, sweetheart,” he says, his voice rough. “I need to be inside you.”
She climbs onto him and sinks down onto his cock. They both groan. She’s so wet, so open, that she takes him easily, and her head falls onto his shoulder.
“Fuck, sweetheart—” Finn breathes, his fingers digging into her waist.
She kisses him, pressing her breasts to his chest, and starts rolling her hips. His hands slide down to her feet, holding them in his palms, and she rides him with a confidence that makes my blood run hot.
Fuck. It’s incredible, seeing her like this. Taking what she wants, holding nothing back.
I move to the side of the couch and slide my hand into her hair. She stops kissing Finn and tilts her head toward me.
“Open for me, little one,” I say, my thumb tracing her lower lip.
Her mouth opens and she takes me in, and the wet heat of her tongue on my cock makes my knees nearly buckle.
Beneath her, Finn starts to move—rolling his hips upward, thrusting into her—and she moans around my cock, the vibration traveling up my shaft.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Finn breathes, gripping her hips. “You feel incredible.”
“Look at you, sweet girl,” Ethan murmurs. “Full at both ends. Taking Finn’s cock and Max’s at the same time.” He sucks the side of her neck, his hand stroking her hip.
Sophie just moans around my cock.
Finn thrusts harder from below, his hips snapping up into her, and the force rocks her forward onto my cock with every stroke. She’s trembling and moaning and I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
“Fuck, Sophie, your mouth—” My hand tightens in her hair, my hips rocking forward.
“She’s close,” Finn growls. “I can feel her clenching around me. Come for us, sweetheart. Come on my cock while you suck Max dry.”
I know the moment Finn’s knot locks inside her because the moan she lets out around my cock vibrates through my entire body. Her whole body convulses between us. My hips jerk forward and I come with a guttural groan, pulsing against her tongue.
She swallows my cum, her throat working around me.
I pull out slowly, my thumb wiping the corner of her mouth, and she looks up at me with glazed, satisfied eyes, and I know I want to see that look on her face every day for the rest of my life.
Sophie collapses on Finn’s chest, still knotted to him, and his arms wrap around her. Ethan sits beside them on the couch, his hand resting on her back, his thumb tracing slow circles on her spine.
I sit on her other side, my hand finding the back of her neck, stroking her there slowly.
The morning sun pours through the windows. The pancakes are cold on the table. None of us moves.
“So,” Finn says against her hair. “Breakfast?”
Sophie laughs, breathless.
“I think we need new pancakes,” she says.
“I’ll make more,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to her shoulder. “In about twenty minutes.”
She closes her eyes and smiles.