War of Threes
he whispers along my matemark.
“Please, Hakeem,” Meredith pleads beneath me. It draws both of our attention to her. Her hazel pupils are blown wide, her face is flushed, and her hair fans wildly across the pillow. “I love the feeling of all three of us joined together. Please.”
I had no idea it was possible for me to be more aroused at that moment, but mi cielo proved me wrong.
“Shit, Merry,” Hakeem’s voice is breathy. Immediately, he bends me further onto her and pushes inside of me completely. We are both wrapped around her little finger.