Destiny Calls Samantha Wayland (the first e reader .txt) 📖

she turned away, her ass swaying as she sashayed across the bedroom in her heels. He didn"t think he or Patrick had ever shucked their clothes faster. She climbed onto the bed, crawling on all fours toward the head of the bed. He could see in her face the absolute knowledge that their entire world had narrowed to a field of focus the width of her perfect, sassy ass.

Brandon lunged for the bed, his hand gripping her calf and pulling her knee out from under her with sharp yank.

She went down with a squeal, landing in the soft pillows at the head of the bed and rolling onto her back quickly, ready for his next attack. The three of them had been wrestling for fun, for sport, for access to the remote control, for years. She knew all his tricks.

The smile in her eyes told him she was looking forward to him trying each and every one of them.

The smile fled, replaced by wide-eyed alarm a moment before Patrick"s weight crashed into Brandon, lifting them both up and throwing them onto the bed beside Destiny. With a bone-crushing whoosh of air from his lungs, Patrick landed on top of him, smashing his face into the pillows and using the bounce of the mattress to spring over to Destiny, caging her with his hands and knees.

Sneaky bastard, Brandon thought with a laugh, rolling to lie beside Destiny. Patrick looked at him, his smile smug.

His heart dipped. His eyes going to Destiny"s glowing face, his pulse racing as her laughter joined theirs.

It was perfect.

Moving in fast, he cut off Patrick"s laughter with another wild kiss. Their tongues danced as he pushed himself to kneel beside Patrick, his arms banding around his torso forcing Patrick to rise above Destiny, his knees caging her ribs. The moment his hips canted forward, Destiny slid down the bed.

Breaking the kiss, they looked down and watched her wriggle across the duvet until her mouth hovered at the end of Patrick"s cock. Patrick"s body went rigid as he held his breath. Destiny lifted her big brown eyes and looked right into Brandon"s soul as she opened her lips and sucked Patrick into the hot depths of her mouth.

“Fuck!” Patrick panted, his breathing hardly more than a gasp as Destiny"s cheeks hollowed out around him.

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Brandon could imagine the tight, sucking tension of her mouth and felt his balls tingle. Shit, he was ready to burst and he wasn"t the one getting the fucking blowjob. He remembered his goal for the evening and felt some of his self-control return. Leaning close, he decided to up the ante for Patrick.

He nuzzled his lover"s ears, letting his breath tickle the fine hairs on his neck, his teeth nipping at the soft tissue of his lobe. Then he whispered, “I love you,” into his ear.

Patrick"s head whipped around, his deep blue eyes wide. His cheeks glowed pink, his lips swollen red. He"d never been more beautiful. The look he sent Brandon spoke volumes. Shock, need, hope. Love.

He thrust a hand into Brandon"s hair and pulled him in for another soul-shattering kiss. God, how he enjoyed Patrick"s ferocious affection. His love.

He pulled away and smiled at his best friend and let him see it was real. Patrick looked desperate to believe it, opening his mouth to say something in return. When only a harsh grunt spilled up from his chest, Brandon looked down to see Destiny smiling up at them, her teeth testing the ridge surrounding the plump crown of Patrick"s cock.

Patrick fell forward, bracing himself with his elbows locked and white knuckles wrapped around the headboard. He held himself perfectly still and let Destiny do as she wished. Brandon could watch the looks on both their faces all night, but he had other plans and a limited amount of control left to him. He was, after all, only human.

Reaching over the side of the bed, he slid open the bedside table and pulled out the lube. Patrick"s eyes were screwed shut, the pleasure so intense he looked to be in agony.

Destiny released his cock with a pop and began to work Patrick with one hand, her tongue swiping across the velvety head, gathering up the pre-cum steadily leaking. She glanced at the lube in Brandon"s hand and back at him, her smirk asking the obvious question.

He shook his head and winked. He almost chuckled at her confusion. When Patrick started to sit up, to open his eyes, she immediately went back to sucking his cock in earnest.

She had no idea what he had in mind, but god love her, she seemed more than happy to act as a distraction while he got it done.

Brandon crawled down the bed and behind Patrick. With a gentle nudge, he spread Destiny"s legs and knelt between them. Unable to resist the bounty that lay before him, he ran a hand down Patrick back, smiling at his friend"s long groan, and watched fascinated as the muscles in his back rippled with the sway of his hips. Patrick had let go his rigid restraint and was fucking Destiny"s mouth slowly.

Brandon wished he could see the long slide of Patrick"s cock between her lips but wasn"t willing to relinquish the promise of pleasure that lay before him. With shaking hands, he lifted Destiny"s knees, shoving as many pillows as he could reach beneath her hips. With a hardly a thought to slow down, he slipped his cock into her warm, tight pussy.

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Her moan was muffled by Patrick"s cock, but heartfelt nonetheless. Holy Mary, Mother of God, she was so wet. So hot and ready.

His hips bucked and thrust, plunging himself deeper into her welcoming heat.

Her long groans of pleasure had Patrick muttering his own exaltations to various religious icons. Brandon tried to collect his thoughts, tried to hold still, but Destiny"s hips were thrashing in his hands, her every movement a silent plea for him to move.

Shifting, he rested his face against Patrick"s back and started