Hanna Gets Hers

Dani lay beside me, skin flushed and slick, her chest rising in soft, unsteady waves. Her thighs were still parted, lazily, deliberately. The aftermath of our climax pooling between them. My release glistened in the low light, slipping from her slowly, trailing down the soft curve of her inner thigh.

She looked like a woman entirely undone.

And Hanna… Hanna noticed.

She crawled toward me on her hands and knees, slow and sensual, her eyes tracking the state of my still-hard cock, thick, flushed, and glistening with the combined wet heat of Dani and me.

“God,” Hanna whispered, wrapping her fingers around my base. “You’re still so fucking hard…”

She gave it a stroke, reverent. Then looked past me to Dani’s body, her gaze catching on the creamy trail dripping from between her legs.

“You filled her up,” Hanna breathed, almost in awe.

That got the attention of the others.

“Look at that mess,” Eliza murmured from the couch, legs crossed tightly. “Dani’s leaking like she just got bred.”

Lana whistled low. “I thought that was a porn exaggeration. That’s a lot.”

Daisy giggled, but her voice was tight with want. “He really doesn’t hold back, huh?”

“He better not,” Jia said, crawling closer, her eyes fixed on the same spot. “Not if he plans to do that for all of us.”

Hanna didn’t wait for more commentary. She leaned down, lips parting, and took a long, deliberate lick up the length of my shaft... slow, savoring it, tasting the slickness of sweat, spit, and sex. Her moan vibrated against me.

“So fucking good,” she whispered, then opened her mouth wider and slid down onto me.

Her cheeks hollowed instantly, lips tight, tongue swirling. She moaned around me, hands gripping my thighs as she bobbed, picking up speed.

I let my head fall back, a groan torn from deep in my chest. But my eyes flicked toward Dani again... and Jia.

Jia had joined her on the cushioned floor. She spread Dani’s legs wider, murmuring softly as she leaned in. One hand slid between her thighs, the other bracing her weight, and then...

A wet sound. A gasp. Dani’s hips jumped.

I didn’t have to look. I knew that rhythm. That sound. I’d heard it before. Faith lapping up Buffy’s own deposit.

Jia was cleaning her out. Tongue deep, savoring it all.

My Phase One floated overhead, catching the angles, the glint of sweat, the flicker of tongues. The whole scene framed in gold light.

And then Hanna was straddling me.

She slid forward, eyes shining, body flushed with need. Gripping me at the base, guiding me into her already slick heat. My cock slid inside with ease, but she still gasped, her eyes wide as I filled her completely.

“Oh fuck…” she whispered. “You’re bigger than I thought… you feel insane…”

I gripped her hips, steadying her. Her thighs trembled on either side of me. She looked down between us, watching herself stretch around me, the pressure making her breathe in short, shaky bursts.

“You don’t have to go easy,” she said. Her voice shook, but not from fear. From need. “I want it rough. I want it real. As deep as you gave Dani... deeper if you can.”

I didn’t answer with words.

I thrust up into her hard, and she screamed. A beautiful, broken sound that echoed across the room.

“Fuck, Joe... yes... do that again!”

I obeyed. Again. And again.

She rode me with wild abandon, her body bouncing, thighs shaking. Her nails dug into my chest as she leaned down, and I caught her in a kiss our, tongues tangling as her hips slammed into mine.

She gasped between kisses, her forehead pressed to mine. “You’re gonna break me,” she moaned. “I don’t care. I want to be ruined by you.”

My hands slid down her back, gripping her ass hard, pulling her into every thrust.

“Please,” she whispered again. “Please give it to me. I want to feel it. Fill me. Mark me.”

I sat up, wrapping my arms around her back, burying my face in her neck. “You’re gonna get every drop,” I growled. “And you’re gonna take it.”

She cried out again, body tensing. Her orgasm hit like a wave, her pussy tight, clenched around me in **** pulses.

I held her down and thrust deep. Once, twice... then came with a roar. The heat of it flooding her, slow and deliberate. Every pulse stretched out. I didn’t rush it. I let her feel everything.

She collapsed against me, shuddering, breathless, her body twitching with aftershocks. I stayed buried inside her, cradling her, both of us sweating, trembling, soaked in the aftermath.

I glanced up.

Jia was still between Dani’s legs, licking her fingers with a wicked grin.

Eliza was standing now, slowly stripping off her last remaining piece of lace, her eyes locked on mine.

Daisy leaned back on the cushions, legs wide open, two fingers already working as she watched the second “finish.”

Lana didn’t even wait. She was on her knees, crawling toward me, eyes feral.

Two down.

Four to go.

And I wasn’t even close to spent.