Fenton explored her thighs and her ass, then slowly pressed his finger up into her pussy. Her eyes opened.
“Hmm, that feels good,” she told him.
Ford leaned forward and kissed her shoulder and neck.
“You have one hell of a body, baby. Will you let us explore it? Let us make you feel good?” Ford asked her.
She looked at him and pulled her swollen lip best she could between her teeth.
“You want to, even though I look ugly?” she asked.
Fenton pulled his fingers away from her pussy and cupped her cheeks.
“Don’t ever say that again. You’re not ugly. You’re beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. You hear me, India? Never,” he scolded, his voice firm and he could feel her shaking.
“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly and he couldn’t stop himself from kissing her.
* * * *
Ford was in shock for so many reasons. He couldn’t believe how, in a matter of seconds, the atmosphere in the bedroom changed. He still had fears and reservations about making love to India. He wasn’t stupid. This wasn’t about sex, about a physical attraction. They never took a woman together. They never shared the same woman. It wasn’t that they never talked about it because they had close friends who were involved in serious committed relationships. It was very common around Pearl. But he never truly understood the power, the electricity that inundated the room, his body, and what appeared to be happening to his team as well. He couldn’t help but to wonder if this connection and bond would be as strong as what they felt together as a team on a mission, working in sync, and having one another’s backs. That security, that natural connection couldn’t be forced. It was exactly what kept them alive. It was something sacred and pure.
The sight of India lifting upward so Fenton could kiss her more deeply had Ford reacting immediately.
He caressed both hands along her hips to her ass and massaged her. She pressed back as she leaned forward and straddled Fenton’s hips.
Fenton spread his thighs wider and the sight of her wet pussy was too hard to resist. He touched her skin, relished in making contact with such femininity.
He stroked her cunt, sunk his f
ingers into her juices, and India moaned. Ford’s heart hammered inside of his chest.
He pulled his finger out slowly then pushed it back into her wet cunt. The slower he did it the more aroused she got and then began to press back and forth against his finger. He added a second digit and pumped a little faster, her scent filtered through the air, and he felt his cock harden beneath his boxers. He gripped her ass with his other hand and massaged, manipulated her muscles, and she continued to moan, her cunt dripping cream.
He scooted back, unable to resist tasting her, and licked where his fingers stroked and then back over her anus.
“Oh God,” she moaned aloud as she pulled from Fenton’s mouth.
“Feel good, baby?” Grey asked, standing next to Ford. Flynn was to the left of Ford, watching and stroking his own cock.
“Yes. More, Ford. Don’t stop, please,” she told him.
“We’ll make you feel really good, baby. You want that?” Ford asked her.
“Yes. It’s crazy but yes.”
“It is crazy. Since the moment you came here I’ve felt crazy. You’re perfect and I want to learn every inch of this amazing body. I want to learn everything I can about you.”
“Yes, Fenton. I do, too. I’ve never felt this kind of excitement and energy. Are we out of our minds?” she asked him.
Fenton smirked.
“If wanting to be inside of you so badly it hurts makes me out of my mind then so be it. I want you. Every part of you. Let us all have you, India? We’ll protect you and make you ours.”
“I want to.”
“Good. Then just feel. Let go and we’ll catch you,” Flynn told her as he reached out and caressed her cheek. She smiled.
Ford leaned back down to feast on her pussy from behind. India shocked them when she pushed Fenton’s boxers lower and gripped his cock in her hands.