In-Love with More than One
I look at Richie, unable to hide my fiendish grin.
“Whatever, Daddy,” Tripp grunts, but I see the excitement in his eyes as he crawls toward me. Dane unbuttons my pants and Tripp slides his down my panties.
Lord take me now.
“Is she wet?” Richie asks, removing his shirt.
“Oh yeah,” Tripp says. “These panties are soaked.” He grins. “And in just a minute she’s going to be soaking my fucking fingers.”
My legs tense, because I know he’s right. Just being in this position, between him and Dane, hearing Richie’s rugged voice, has my insides twisting like a hurricane.