“God, you’re beautiful.” In other circumstances, her words might have made him feel self-conscious, but he grinned at her as she continued, “So virile and strong. So handsome.”
Quinten eased from her as she turned her eyes to Ben and whispered, “You’re what I need and what I want. I love you, both of you. I need you.” Her last words were a soft plea, mirrored by the emotion in her eyes.
Quinten’s cock tingled with the aftermath of his release, and he stroked her cunt, fingering her gently and with no small amount of enjoyment as droplets of his cum seeped between her lips—a part of him that she’d wanted, that he’d given to her gladly. There was orgasmic satiation…and then there was the feeling that centered in his chest that went far, far beyond mere satisfaction.
She gasped when he bent down and licked at her cunt just once and looked up at her. “I love you, too, Camilla.” The combined flavor of their juices tasted…right. The way it should be.
Ben’s cock looked hard enough to pound diamonds to powder as he lay there beside her, patiently waiting his turn. Quinten grinned and moved to the end of the great, big bed, giving Ben the room he needed.
Ben stroked Camilla’s cheek. “You can have whatever you want, Camilla. Watching the two of you…watching you take his cock, giving to us so unselfishly, makes me want you so much I can barely see straight.”
“I want you, too, Ben. Right now.” She caressed Ben’s cock, which jerked in her grasp as he groaned in reaction. He gritted his teeth, lifted her left thigh, and tilted her onto her right side. With her back to his front, he plunged deep with one unerring stroke.
Ben leaned over her so that he lay nearly on top of her, spread his legs between hers, so that she was wide open, and gave her stroke after stroke with his thick cock. Quinten loved being the one sliding his dick between her thighs, but watching his best friend give their woman every thick inch of his cock was every bit as hot.
Camilla moaned blissfully, and the sound made his own dick tingle in reaction. She brought out the teenaged libido in him, and he was pleasantly surprised as watching them and listening to her cries made him hard again.
Camilla’s tight little cunt leaked her juices and his cum as Ben lifted her up so she was on her widespread knees, the union of their bodies easily visible from Quinten’s position. Quinten stroked his cock, disbelieving the climb to a second orgasm until Ben looked back at him, his eyes alight with animalistic lust.
In a deep, gravelly voice, he said, “Quinten looks ready for round two. Suck his cock for him, sugar.”
Camilla looked behind her too and smiled when Quinten eagerly crawled to her side and asked, “Feel up to it, baby?”
Camilla moaned as Ben kept at his strokes and then smiled up at him. ”I’m starving for you.” She opened and sucked in the tingling head of his cock, and he cried out as the heat of her mouth enclosed him. She made a yummy noise, which vibrated along his length until his balls drew up, and he gasped. “This probably won’t take long, baby. Suck it hard.”
Ben echoed her primal sound as she did exactly as he asked and gave him long, voracious pulls as he slid in and out. Her cries of pleasure escalated, and Quinten cried out as another orgasm boiled in his veins, his cum jetting out in hot streams, which she swallowed hungrily before releasing him.
“What a good girl, sugar.” Ben reached forward and drew Camilla into an upright position, lifting her arms up and clasping her hands behind his neck. He rubbed her clit between his fingers as he continued giving her his cock, their flesh pounding together.
Ecstasy made her even more beautiful to Quinten as she arched her body and froze, a triumphant howl flying from her as she ground against Ben, the scent of her arousal and the wet, hedonistic sounds of their union filling the room and Quinten’s senses until he felt intoxicated.
Ben laughed in triumph and wrapped his arms around her midsection, pumped forcefully a few more times, and stilled, clutching her tightly as he gritted his jaw and shook with the force of his climax.
Quinten loved her a little bit more as he watched Ben embrace her. His friend’s demeanor changed as he held her and caught his breath. Camilla had no idea the healing power she had over Ben. No idea. But Quinten could see it as Ben closed his eyes and held her with the same reverence he would a precious infant. Ben tucked his face close, burying his nose in her hair, and took a deep, shaky breath.
She lay back against him, sated and limp, smiling as Ben pressed kisses to her throat and whispered, “You’re the beautiful one. So perfect. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”