Chapter 543

“You honestly thought she was going to drop to her knees and start sucking him off?” Gemma asked.

“Well, I thought it was at least a toss-up,” Becca chuckled.

“I don’t think I would have been OK with that,” you said. “Not after everything with her being a total bitch.”

“That’s fair,” Becca shrugged. Then she leaned in and kissed you, her tits pressing to your chest.

The fucking venue had returned to the bedroom. Lucy had stormed off without saying another word, though to be fair for a moment even you had thought she might actually make a lunge for your dick. Whether it was for a sexual purpose or to rip it off you weren’t sure, but she sure had looked like she wanted to grab it. But she hadn’t, and even though her bedroom door had slammed so hard on the first try that it popped back open and needed to get slammed again, the three of you decided to retreat to the other end of the apartment.

That had led to you getting mounted in cowgirl, with Gemma sitting behind Becca propped on your knees. She had one hand wormed down between you diddling Becca’s clit, and the other one was wiggling a finger or two in Becca’s ass. The addition of Gemma planting kisses across Becca’s shoulders and up either side of her neck gave the filthy acts a feeling of intimacy.

“I still think she’s most pissed about territorial bitch shit though,” Becca groaned. “Can’t stand that someone she threw away like an idiot is such a catch like you are, John.”

“Don’t,” Gemma said quickly, shooting you a look.

You clicked your mouth shut.

“What was that?” Becca asked.

“He was about to say he’s the lucky one, or that I’m more of a catch than him, or something like that,” Gemma said. “And while I appreciate that he’s humble, I’m not putting up with him putting himself down anymore.”

“Understood,” you said.

“Good,” Gemma nodded. “Now, what’s it going to take for you to pump that next load onto Becca? I’m thinking this one should get sprayed all over her so I can lick it up.”

Becca snorted and looked you in the eye as she continued to work her hips, stirring your cock inside her. “She really is a nasty, naughty girl isn’t she?”

“You haven’t fucked Sabrina,” you said.

“Oh.”

That was all Becca said. Over and over.

She was on her back, her legs pulled up and her knees pressed to her chest. Her feet were hanging in the air and she was flexing her toes. Her breathing was deep and slow.

“Oh, or ow?” you asked carefully, your cock having successfully popped through her tight little anal ring before pausing to let her adjust. The heavy amount of lube was helping, and she wasn’t an anal virgin, but you were still taking it slow.

“Oh,” Becca said, then laughed. “Um, oh, fuck.”

“Um, oh, fuck, got it,” you chuckled.

“Give her a little more, love,” Gemma said, then went back to stroking her fingers through Becca’s hair.

“You want more?” you asked Becca. Sometimes you wondered if your ‘anal queen’ forgot that others had a harder time than her taking your dick in their butt.

Becca hesitated and then nodded, and you pressed in another inch or so.

“Oooh,” Becca groaned.

“Good Oh?” Gemma asked.

“Yeah,” Becca nodded. “Um, yeah. Just seriously, we want to take our time. I like playing with my butt with toys, or Charlotte doing it. I’m just not used to a fucking log of a cock doing it...”