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barely . . . stay on . . . my feet.”
    Jake bit lightly at her nipple, murmuring against her flesh, “Then we’d better sit you down.” And with that, he scooped her effortlessly up into his arms. A small easy chair sat closer to them than the king-size bed, so that was where he lowered her, then leaned immediately in to kiss her lips, reaching to caress one bared breast again. He seemed ravenous, as if he’d been unable to help himself, making her feel like the most desirable woman on the planet.
    And she felt like the naughtiest one when Colt began parting her thighs and she let him. Still busy kissing Jake, she didn’t even bother looking at Colt as he knelt and moved in between—she just curled her legs around him as she scooted down in the chair.
    As she made out with Jake, she touched him with one hand, Colt with the other. Colt had taken off his sweater and shirt now, too, so it was the first time she felt his skin, her fingertips caressing his shoulder, arm. She became aware that Colt was pushing up her dress where it still hung around her, shoving it to her waist to reveal the lacy boy short panties she wore—the same red and pink as the bra that still circled her body.
    When he let out another low groan, she thought it meant he liked them, and he shored up the suspicion, saying, “Jake, bud—look at these sexy undies our little miss Desiree’s got on.”
    Jake stopped kissing her and glanced down. So did she—just in time to see, and feel, Colt stroke his thumb over her mound. Jake let out an audible sigh—either at the panties or at the sight of his friend touching her, she didn’t know which.
    “I almost don’t wanna take ’em off,” Colt said. “But on the other hand . . .” He grinned up at her.
    “Those are nice,” Jake said to both of them. “But I bet the hot little pussy underneath will be even prettier.”
    “Hell yeah,” Colt growled, then told her to lift her ass so he could pull them off.
    She complied, watching along with her companions as Colt slowly peeled the lace down her thighs, over her knees, and finally over her shoes. “Unh,” Jake breathed. Clearly, he liked that she’d shaved between her legs, leaving nothing but a small thatch of pale brown above her slit.
    Colt’s eyes on her pussy were heavy-lidded as he parted her thighs once more, perusing her pink folds. She finally shed the bra, and the guys simply studied her, as she now wore only her fuck-me heels with her dress gathered around her waist. She felt a bit like a centerfold, and she liked it. She liked being their dirty little plaything. It was why she was here, after all. It wasn’t awful to be a man’s sex object if you wanted to be, if it made you feel good, if everyone was happy in the end.
    “Damn, I wanna fuck you,” Colt growled, “but first, I’m gonna lick this hot, pink cunt until you come.” Her pussy practically lurched at his words. And she spread her legs a little wider in invitation.
    She bit her lip, anticipating the moment when he would go down on her. And then it came, and a moan rose deep from her throat as the sensation delivered by his tongue vibrated through her entire being. “God, fuck, yes,” she breathed. The stubble on his chin scratched lightly, but she was so excited it only added to her pleasure. She grasped her own breasts, shut her eyes, lifted her crotch against his face.
    “Aw, honey, let me help you with those,” Jake said, standing beside the chair and reaching down to slip his hands under hers, massaging her tits.
    And she reached instinctively for his open jeans—the bulge she’d been craving was right next to her face now, after all. “I want your cock, baby.”
    He let out a low groan, still molding her soft, sensitive breasts as she used both hands to shove his jeans over his hips, then reached into his underwear. And mmm, God—his erection was so big and long and hard, springing from his boxer briefs now like some wild thing breaking free. She squeezed