Lust Triangles: His Girlfriend's Little Angel

Musa Phoenix lounged in bed pretending to read when Lilly James stuck her head in. She asked why he was hitting the sack so early. He fed her some line about wanting to get lost in a book. Lilly frowned and asked if he’d seen her darling Lola Fae. Musa just shrugged, telling her 18-year-olds were slippery little devils at that age. She wandered off, muttering, and he asked her to shut the door behind her. Once she was gone he ripped the covers back and found Lola beneath, lips still stretched around his cock. He looked ready to shit bricks, but Lola grinned like the cat that got the cream, whispering that they’d never come so close. She dove back down and started giving him the sloppiest blowjob of his life, spit dripping down his balls. Musa’s stomach twisted. He shoved her off, yanked his boxers up, and sat up. “We’re pushing it too hard,” he hissed. Lola just laughed, loving every second of sneaking under Lilly’s nose. She teased him, said his heart pounded just as much from the risk as from the head she gave him—he just hated admitting it. Between those filthy whispers and sly fingers tugging his waistband, Musa cracked. He admitted the rush felt good, then kissed her hard before she could gloat. He bent her over the edge of the bed, pushed her panties aside, and slid home doggy-style, pounding deep. Next he flipped her onto her back, spreading her wide, drilling her pussy until the bed creaked. Then he folded her clean in half—piledriver—pounding straight down while Lola squealed through clenched teeth. A knock at the door froze them. Musa jerked free, scrambled under the covers. Lola dropped to the floor just as Lilly stepped in, announcing she couldn’t find Lola anywhere. Lilly’s voice turned syrupy; with “the kid” gone, she figured they had alone time. She crawled onto the bed. Musa tried frantically waving Lola toward the door while still fingering his girlfriend. Lola’s grin only widened. She waited till Musa had Lilly flat on her stomach, then crawled out of the room while Musa’s cock pumped in and out. A second later Lola’s voice rang from the hallway like nothing happened—asking about dinner. Lilly cursed, yanked her clothes back on, and left Musa lying there with a raging hard-on. The door clicked open again and Lola slipped inside naked, climbing straight onto him. She spat on his cock and sank down, riding him slow and deep before Musa flipped her, pinning her ankles by her ears and fucking that tight pussy until the headboard rattled and Lola’s moans got loud enough to echo down the hallway. Some little angel.