Positioned Next

Joe’s POV

Iris lay sprawled and breathless on the bed, her skin flushed a deep pink, eyes glazed with satisfaction, completely wrecked by what I’d given her. Emily moved alongside her, her fingers tracing Iris’s body with a slow, reverent touch, savoring the aftermath of our passion.

“You took him so well, Irie,” Emily murmured, her voice a sultry purr. “Look at you, all used and filled.”

Iris smiled, a soft, wrecked laugh escaping her lips as my cum continued to leak from her. “He’s amazing,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.

Emily laughed, a low, knowing sound. “I know,” she replied, then leaned in and kissed Iris, her hand sliding lower, fingers slipping back into Iris’s well-fucked pussy, coming away slick and shining with our combined fluids.

Kathryn stood pressed against my side, her hand still wrapped tight around my cock, her eyes locked between Iris’s thighs as Emily worked her fingers there, watching my cum flow from her. “My God,” Kathryn breathed, her voice a mix of awe and desire. “She’s so full.”

I couldn’t stop myself from smiling, a sense of pride swelling in my chest. Emily lifted her fingers to her mouth, then to Iris’s, both of them tasting of us, their tongues swirling together in a filthy, intimate dance. Her eyes watched Kathryn closely; the way she clung to me, the way her other hand rubbed herself openly now.

“You want to be next, don’t you, Kathryn?” Emily asked calmly, her voice laced with a wicked promise.

Kathryn looked at her, wide-eyed, almost ashamed of how badly she wanted it. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Emily didn’t let her hide. “You want to feel him slide inside you,” she continued, her words deliberate and merciless. “Feel him stretch you… fuck you… fill you until you can’t take any more.”

She kept feeding herself and Iris with what still spilled from Iris’s body, every word a cruel, tantalizing tease. Kathryn’s grip tightened around me, her teeth digging into her lip hard. Emily rose suddenly and brought one last slick finger to Kathryn’s mouth. Kathryn took it without hesitation, sucking it greedily, swallowing every last drop of us.

“Good girl,” Emily said softly, her voice a reward.

Then she looked at me. “Lie down, baby. I want to watch her fuck you.”

Kathryn’s POV

“Lie down, baby. I want to watch her fuck you.” Emily’s voice wrapped around me like the command I’d been waiting for. I could still taste him on my tongue; the mix of him and Iris together, thick and sinful; and it made my head spin with need.

I wanted more. I needed more.

Joe moved to the bed beside Iris, who was still dazed, still glowing from her orgasm. He kissed her gently at the temple, then pulled her up beside him. “Watch,” he told her, his voice a low and dominant.

She nodded, her eyes locked on us, hungry for more.

Emily’s eyes stayed on me as I crawled forward, my body aching with anticipation. “That’s it, Kat,” she urged, her voice a wicked encouragement.

I straddled Joe, feeling the head of his cock brush my chest, my stomach, already slick with my own arousal. When we were face to face, I could feel him nudging my pussy, where I ached for him, where I needed him.

Our eyes locked.

Then he kissed me.

Slow. Confident. Like he knew exactly how much I wanted this. His stubble scraped my skin just enough to make me moan into his mouth. One hand anchored at the back of my neck, the other firm on my hip, guiding me, controlling me.

I gripped his shoulders and lifted myself, positioning my body over him, ready.

Ready to ride him.

Ready to scream.

Ready to be filled.

Ready to be claimed like I was his.

Emily’s POV

Kathryn rose slowly, the sound of their kisses sending a jolt of heat straight through me. She was glistening, open, waiting, her pussy dripping with need. Joe was lined up beneath her, still hard, still slick from Iris, still thick, still ready to claim her.

Iris lay close beside him now, pulled up so she could see everything, her eyes wide with anticipation.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, guiding him toward Kathryn, watching as the head pressed, parted her, and slid inside her. “Oh, fuck,” Kathryn gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain.

She lowered herself carefully, taking him slow, feeling every inch of him stretch her. She lifted again; tight, clinging; then sank down deeper, her body adjusting to his size.

“Oh… oh God,” she moaned, her voice breaking with each descent.

Joe didn’t rush her. He let her control it, let her set the pace, but I could see the tension in his body, the restraint it took for him not to take over, not to grab her hips and pull her down, to make her take him all at once. I almost did it myself, almost took control, but I held back, watching, waiting.

She rose again, her pink folds pulling back before sinking in as she slid down once more. She was close now, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.

And then that low, knowing moan left her chest. The way Joe’s hands closed around her waist told me everything. He knew. She was ready. Ready to be fucked, ready to be used, ready to be filled completely.

Ready to be destroyed.