Lucy came behind Zoey, trailing fingers down her spine, then over Jude's shoulders. "I want him again," she said, voice soft, greedy. "I miss the way he shakes when he fills me."
Emma moved next, pressing her belly against Zoey's back, hands sliding under Lucy's arms. "He doesn't get to stop now. He's the seed."
They laid him down together.
Jude didn't resist.
Zoey rode him first - slow, grinding movements that made her moan into the canopy. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her hands tangled in Lucy's hair as Lucy licked her neck and bit her shoulder. The moss below them was damp and cool, but his skin burned. He pulsed deep inside her, holding her hips as she shuddered around him.
Then Lucy replaced her, still slick from her arousal. She mounted him with a need that stole his breath, her thighs strong and wet, her mouth panting against his ear. "I want another," she moaned. "Let me keep you forever."
