She said to do whatever he wanted....

That was all the permission Randy needed.

His jeans hit the floor as he grabbed those thick, gold-tanned thighs and dragged her down the mattress until her ass hung off the edge, still twitching from his tongue, still dripping onto the sheets. Nicole didn’t close her legs. She opened them wider instead, soaked and flushed, that fat little clit shiny and swollen where his mouth had just been. The head of his cock dragged through her slit, slow enough to feel how wet she was, smearing her juices all over him before he slammed in to the hilt.

A scream tore out of her as those green eyes flew wide, huge tits bouncing hard in the navy sports bra when he bottomed out and stretched that tight dripping pussy around every inch in one brutal stroke. Her abs jumped. Her toes curled. She clenched so hot and wet around him it almost knocked the breath out of him, holding him there like her body didn’t want to let go.

“Fuck—yes—don’t stop—”

He didn’t. Hands locked on her wide hips and he started pounding, no warm-up, no mercy, just deep wet slams that shoved her stacked body up the bed with every thrust. That tight pussy clenched around him each time he buried himself, still sensitive from his mouth, still leaking down his cock and onto the sheets, the filthy wet slap of skin on skin loud enough to drown out everything else.

“Harder—Randy—fuck me harder—” Her voice broke on every hit.

Folding her legs back toward her chest, he drove in until her thick ass rippled and those carved abs flexed under the tan. She clawed at the sheets first, then at his arms, then just held on while he used her. Every stroke punched a cry out of her. Every grind dragged his name out of her mouth like it was the only word she had left.

From the pillows came a low curse. Savannah swore under her breath. Bella bit her lip and watched Nicole take every inch.

Hooking an arm under one of those muscular thighs, he changed the angle and slammed into the spot that ripped a scream out of her. Nicole’s pussy gushed around him again, wetter than before, squirting in messy little bursts every time he buried himself to the root.

“I’m yours—I’m yours—don’t you dare stop—”

He didn’t stop, fucking her through the next orgasm and the one after that until her voice went hoarse and her thighs shook around his waist. Every thrust dragged him closer. Wet, greedy heat kept squeezing him, milking him every time he buried himself to the root, until his grip on her thigh tightened and his rhythm went sloppy, harder, deeper, the kind of strokes a man only makes when he’s about to lose it.

“Fuck—Nicole—I’m gonna fill you—”

The way she clenched around him finished it. One last slam and he came hard, groaning against her as he pumped her full, rope after rope flooding that dripping pussy while she screamed and shook and took every drop.

Buried in her after, both of them panting. Smeared makeup. Blonde hair a wreck. That filthy little smile still there.

“Again,” she whispered, hoarse and greedy.

He stayed buried in her after he finished, hips pressed tight to that thick ass, cock still twitching in the mess he’d just pumped into her. Every little flutter of her pussy squeezed more cum out around his shaft and down onto the sheets, wet and sloppy, like she was trying to keep him there.

A slow roll of his hips made her gasp and grab at his back. Another grind, deeper this time, not the same brutal pace as before. The navy sports bra strained as those huge tits shifted with him, her thighs locked around his waist, heels digging in, pulling him down like she still wanted to be used.

“Don’t pull out,” she whispered, hoarse against his ear. “Stay in me. Just like that.”

Sweat cooled on his back while he did. Arms trembling, he kept dragging himself through that flooded heat, listening to the wet sound of it, watching her green eyes flutter every time he bottomed out again. On the pillows, Savannah and Bella had gone quiet, watching him work her through the afterglow.

Another grind. Another broken moan from Nicole. Her nails scraped his shoulders. Her pussy gave one last greedy squeeze.

That was when his arms started shaking for real.

The next breath came out ragged and he eased back, his cock slipping free of her with a wet sound, still shiny, already softening. A thick smear of cum followed him out and ran down the inside of her gold-tanned thigh, warm against the sheets.

Nicole made a small noise in her throat when he left her empty. Her legs stayed open. Her chest rose and fell hard under the navy sports bra, lips parted, makeup smeared, that same hungry curve still sitting on her mouth like she wasn’t finished with him.

“Give me a second,” she murmured, voice hoarse. “I need to rinse my mouth.”

She rolled off the bed on unsteady legs, huge tits shifting in the navy sports bra as she crossed the room. The bathroom door shut. Water ran.

Savannah and Bella didn’t wait.

They closed in from both sides while the sheets were still warm, still naked, still smelling like sex. Soft mouths found his jaw first, then his throat, then his chest. Savannah kissed him slow and deep, tasting the wrecked edge of him. Bella pressed her body against his other side and kissed along his shoulder, his cheek, the corner of his mouth, pampering him like he hadn’t just finished pounding Nicole two feet away.

“You did so good, baby,” Savannah whispered against his lips.

Bella nuzzled under his jaw, one hand stroking his stomach. “Stay right there. Let us take care of you.”

They kept kissing him through the sound of running water. Small wet pecks. Lingering ones. Hands in his hair. Tits pressed against his arms.

The tap shut off. A minute later the door opened again.

Nicole came back looking put together on purpose. Fresh gloss on those full lips. Liner darkened. Lashes sharp. Blonde hair pulled back into place like she hadn’t just been screaming on his cock. She sauntered over to the bed with that same thick, muscular sway, green eyes locked on him, and didn’t even glance at the other two before she leaned down and kissed him.

It wasn’t shy. She took his mouth the way she’d taken the rest of him, glossy lips parting his, tongue sliding in, one hand cupping his jaw while those huge tits hovered over his chest. Savannah and Bella eased back just enough to give her room. Nicole didn’t stop. She made out with him like she was claiming the taste of him for herself, slow and hungry, freshly painted mouth working over his until he could smell her lipstick and feel that wrecked little moan still sitting in her throat.

It was the nthat they heard the doorbell to the front door ring.

Randy hoped this would not become a common way they were going to be interrupted.