Free Give Me More by Kortny Alexander

fingers back in before he pulled out far enough for his liking. He adjusted his grip, held her firmly, and began thrusting harder for a deeper penetration. He sucked her clit harder, and she moaned louder, brushing her pelvis against his face. His minx was coming.
    “Oh, Bo! Dammit…Ahhh!” Her hips moved in sync with his fingers. She grabbed hold of his hair, leaning completely on him. If it wasn’t for him holding her around the waist she would have fallen right over.
    Then she felt it. Her eyes darted up and over to the entrance of the suite. Two pairs of eyes stared back at Spring with so much lust, pleasure, and delight she thought she was seeing things. These two men stood silently as Bo brought her to orgasm and hadn’t said a word. They didn’t try to join in on their fun. They just watched her, her body. Their eyes roamed over her naked body down to where Bo was latched on to her and slowly made their way back to her gaze and…smirked.
    Spring couldn’t look away. Nor did she miss the mutual bulges in the two men’s jeans. Double damn! The man on the left in the red polo shirt winked at her, but never moved in her direction, just admired the show. Being admired by them urged her on.
    “Another…Bo. Another…oh, hell,” Spring muttered as she tried to tell Bo she was coming again. She rode out the first orgasm as a second one jumped on the bandwagon. She tightened her grip on Bo’s hair as she rode out an orgasm that was stronger than the first. Her eyes never left the two men, who could have been mirror images of Bo. The grip on Bo’s hair was tighter. The mutual dark, swirling eyes made her body burn more, made her thrust harder. Caused Bo to hold her tighter as he whispered words of encouragement to her while thrusting his fingers into her quivering sex and thumbing her clit.
    Bo felt the walls of her sheath quiver with a surprising strength, spasm harder as her second orgasm hit. He felt her juices flow, hot and slick, down his hand. He continued to lave her clit. He felt and heard when his brothers walked into the suite with him and Spring. He was too mesmerized by Spring, and what he was doing to her, to stop. He knew they were probably searching for him, and now that they had found him, they would leave.
    Bo was astonished at how his minx had lost all control. He loved it. It helped to know if his lover was pleased or not. And she was definitely pleased. He felt her body begin to slow, and her orgasm subsided. The desire to fuck her, to dive deep inside of Spring’s sweet, wet sheath grabbed hold of Bo and would not let go. He scooped her up in his arms, walked over to the dining room table behind them, and gently laid her on top of it. She knew what was coming. He watched as her body writhed on the table, feet propped up, giving him a full view of her sweet cream that had coated her folds and thighs.
    He also realized at that moment his brothers left just as silently as they had entered. They were sharing the suite, but he had no intentions of sharing Spring. She was his.
    Bo quickly began shucking his clothing, tossing it every which way. He fumbled a few times along the way when Spring moaned as her hands went about exploring her body without him. One hand tweaked and teased a nipple as the other found its way down her belly, past her strip of wet curls, and sunk straight into her pussy.
    “That’s a beautiful sight. Don’t you start without me, minx.” His voice low and husky. Quickly donning a condom, Bo jerked her to the edge of the table and pushed her hand away. He smiled when she moaned at the loss. He pressed the tip of his cock to Spring’s slit and slid along the wet path of her pussy. She moaned and squirmed, trying to get him to push forward into her sheath.
    Bo leaned down and took her mouth in a gentle kiss as he slowly pressed his cock another inch into her pussy. “Mmmm, baby, you are very tight,” he murmured against her lips. He fed her pussy a little more of his cock