We Came Together

Emily’s POV

I watched as Joe came.

Iris’s pussy locked around him, gripping tight as he spilled into her, filling her. The sounds of us blurred together; our pleas, her broken moans, his low grunts; an unrestrained chorus of surrender. He pulled back only to thrust again, using her orgasm to draw out his own, refusing to waste a second; or a drop; of it.

Her eyes narrowed to slits, locked onto his.

“Oh God… yes… yes…” she whimpered, tears slipping free, her face caught between pleasure and complete surrender.

I knew that feeling. That heat. That fullness. I’d begged him for it any time we were together; begged him to cum inside me, to go deep. There were times I’d scream for him to breed me in the heat of the moment.

But Joe had changed recently.

He lasted longer now. Recovered faster. I didn’t know what had shifted inside him, but I was more than happy to reap the benefits.

Tonight, Iris was too.

And if things went the way I wanted, Kathryn would be next.

Kathryn couldn’t look away. Her eyes were locked on the display of dominance as Joe continued to throb, spilling more into Iris’s cunt. There was no subtlety in it; only raw confirmation of everything that had been held back, every instinct finally unleashed.

I watched her move closer, rising from between Iris’s legs and edging toward the side of the bed where Joe stood; powerful, unashamed, proudly still buried inside Iris.

Kathryn lifted her hand and touched his chest, hesitant, reverent; like she thought contact alone might detonate us all.

Kathryn’s POV

Joe’s skin was burning hot beneath my palm, slick with sweat. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest, each beat strong and relentless. I could only imagin how that same pulse felt inside Iris; how it must be reverberating through her with every throb of his cock inside her.

My hand moved on its own, sliding lower, following the solid planes of his body; over muscle, over the ridges of his abs, solid and firm.

“Keep going, Kathryn,” Emily urged softly, wicked encouragement at my ear.

“Feel them both.”

I obeyed.

My fingers brushed through the hair at his pelvis and wrapped around the base of his cock, slick with the evidence of them both. I gasped as I felt him pulse again beneath my hand.

“He’s still cumming,” I breathed, stunned.

“He’s filling her so much.”

I used to think porn exaggerated everything; the sounds, the desperation, the volume of it all.

Joe was proving me wrong.

He was something else entirely. A skilled lover, claiming two beautiful, willing women without hesitation.

And I didn’t just want to be one of them.

I needed to be.

Iris’s POV

My vision blurred as Joe and I gave in to our orgasms.

I had begged for it. Emily and Kathryn had urged him to spill into me, to give me everything. I remembered the way Joe affected Kathryn during the shoot; how her composure cracked, her body reacting to him even then. I never thought I’d be one of those women.

Not until he stood outside my hotel room.

Not until I kissed him without thinking.

When I saw Emily afterward, I thought it was over.

It was only beginning.

She kissed me too; hands on me, inside me; and now I was here, legs locked around Joe’s waist, the balls of my feet digging into the small of his back, his cock still hard, still inside me.

His cum overflowed from me, warmth slipping free as my cunt struggled to hold it all.

Kathryn pressed close now, her body glowing with need, mouth parted, her hand gripping the base of his cock; firm against me.

Emily’s mouth was at my ear, her breath hot, possessive.

“Let us see what he did to you, Irie,” she murmured.

Joe pulled back slowly. Deliberately.

“Oh… my God,” I whispered as his cock slipped out of me, the sound obscene and unmistakable.

His cum followed; thick, warm and heavy; trickling from my folds, trailing down toward my ass and soaking into the sheets beneath me.

Emily stood on one side of him. Kathryn on the other.

Both of them held his still-hard cock, coated in the mix of us, and even as my body quaked from what he’d given me, I knew.

He wasn’t finished.