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around Destiny"s hip and across her pelvis, dipping a finger into her slit, opening her to Patrick"s view. She was already wet. He barely brushed the pad of his finger across the swollen hood of her clit and she groaned, loud and long, her back arching her ass against his cock. Leaning forward, she wrapped one hand around Patrick"s huge erection and gave it a tug.

Patrick"s hips bucked hard, lifting him from the chair. Brandon"s heart tried to burst out of his chest from the bombardment of visual and physical stimulation.

“Shit. I"m not going to last ten minutes,” Brandon muttered. Destiny nodded, rubbing her ass along his length again, the taut ribbons of her garters dragging across the tops of his thighs. He silently revised his estimate. Five minutes. Five minutes if he was lucky.

Fortunately, Destiny was in no mood to linger. She graced him with a smile that would have made the Mona Lisa proud, then straddled Patrick, who had the presence of mind to slide forward on the chair as she made her descent. When she reached between her spread thighs to grasp Patrick"s cock, Brandon fell to his knees behind her.

He wanted to see it. No, more than that, he needed to feel it. Reaching out, he brushed 120

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her hand aside and wrapped that thick shaft in his fingers, holding it where she needed it to be.

Never in his whole life had Brandon seen or done anything sexier than guiding Patrick"s enormous cock into Destiny"s sweet channel. He didn"t let go until his hand would have prevented further penetration and he regretted the loss of contact even then.

Reaching around Destiny"s hip, he resumed tormenting her clit, marveling at how she writhed, each swing of her responsive hips forcing her further down on Patrick.

Shit, it had to feel so good. He couldn"t decide who he wanted to be more. Destiny, stretched and filled, or Patrick, sinking into all that moist heat.

Patrick looked like he was about to explode. Brandon could see his balls were tight to his body and watched in fascination as Patrick"s knuckles whitened where he gripped the edges of the chair. Other than that, though, he didn"t move a muscle until the air burst from his chest.

“God, Des, you"re so tight. You"re not ready. You have to stop.” She didn"t answer, but leaned in for a long hard kiss, silencing Patrick as her hips began to work up and down, each thrust easing Patrick deep into her body.

Kneeling between Patrick"s spread thighs, Brandon could see how his legs shook, the muscles clenched tight as he held himself still instead of thrusting his cock into Destiny. His finger still flicking across her clit told Brandon that she was wildly aroused, more than ready. The issue was, no doubt, Patrick. He was afraid of hurting her.

Brandon had every confidence Destiny wasn"t at risk. Otherwise, he wouldn"t have leaned in and stroked his tongue across the smooth skin of Patrick"s sac.

“Fuck!” Patrick"s instincts forced his ass back toward the chair, lifting his hips and shoving his cock higher in the process.

Destiny threw her head back and moaned. “More!”

Brandon knew she wasn"t talking to him, but he obeyed nonetheless, clamping both hands on Patrick"s thighs and dragging them forward, forcing them wider. When Destiny lifted again, he sucked one of Patrick"s balls into his mouth, rolling it over his tongue, releasing it as she came down.

The moment the soft skin slid from his mouth, Patrick lost control, thrusting his hips up, hard. Destiny let gravity do the rest. The slap of her ass on Patrick"s thighs mixed with her grunt of surprise, both soon lost to a heartfelt moan of pleasure.

“Yes, finally…” she whispered, her voice reverent.

Brandon smiled as he remembered feeling the same way yesterday when he"d sunk into Destiny. Eager to see her face, he stood and moved to stand beside Patrick, staring down at her mask of pleasure. She was beautiful, her concentration absolute as she lifted and dropped herself on Patrick"s cock.

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She opened her eyes and Brandon fell into her gaze. He was so transfixed, he didn"t see her reaching out until her slim hand wrapped around his shaft.

“Come here,” she said, her voice throaty.

He obeyed, unable to do otherwise. Unwilling to.

Her hot mouth wrapped around the swollen head of his cock and he knew he"d found heaven. Rolling up onto his toes, he strained upward to give her as much access as she wanted. As much access as he needed.

He thought he might die when Patrick"s fist joined in, enveloping the base of Brandon"s cock in his warm palm and tugging him forward. He clutched Patrick"s shoulder for balance, but he couldn"t get close enough or high enough to make it work.

Damn it.

He was about to pull away so that Destiny could get down to the business of fucking Patrick when Patrick"s leg shot out and a scraping sound came from under the table.

Brandon smiled, delighted when Patrick kicked the step stool out from its hiding place.

Genius.

It took Brandon about a millisecond to position the stool at their side and climb on, bringing his cock to the exact height of Destiny"s mouth, his hand on Patrick"s shoulder to steady himself. She smiled up at him, her eyes unfocused as she continued to ride Patrick toward bliss, her pace increasing.

Well, damn. He"d missed his window, apparently, but stayed where he was, content to watch Destiny as pleasure skittered across her face. He brushed the backs of his fingers down her cheek, enjoying her wanton beauty.

He barely noticed Patrick leaning closer until his tongue poked out, tentatively licking across the excruciatingly sensitive head of Brandon"s cock.

His knees almost gave out even as he swiveled toward the warm heat tickling across his electrified skin. His hand clenching Patrick"s shoulder was the only thing that kept him upright.

Destiny"s moan and his mingled, both their eyes riveted on Patrick as he wrapped his hand around Brandon"s shaft once again. His breath caught in his