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  1. Also by Omar Tyree
  2. Contents
  3. Under Pressure
  4. Still Strokin’
  5. Nightmares
  6. Celibacy
  7. Cock Blocking
  8. Sex Crazy
  9. Anything Can Happen
  10. Damn!
  11. A Lot to Think About
  12. Say What?
  13. Hypocrisy
  14. There Is Always Another One
  15. A Crowded Room of Women
  16. No Peace, No Pleasure
  17. Guilt-Ridden
  18. Turned Out
  19. New Tricks and Treats
  20. In the Closet
  21. The Mansion
  22. They Got Me
  23. Anything Goes
  24. Sexaholic
  25. Plenty of Options
  26. Back to Chaos
  27. Party Over
  28. A New Beginning
  29. Figure It All Out
  30. Epilogue
  31. About the Author

When an elevator opened to take us up to my floor, we walked in and stood alone. As soon as the doors closed for our privacy, Brazil pushed Andrea up against me and began to kiss her softly on the lips, while sandwiching Andrea between us.

It all happened too fast for me. Brazil made the decision to include me by grabbing my arms and placing both of my hands on her surprisingly soft ass. Her ass felt like round Jell-o, and just as I had suspected, she wore no panties.

She looked me in my eyes and said, “Get what you want from this, baby. Don’t hold nothing back.”

That caught my attention. Just that fast, Brazil had me curious again and into it.

We made it to the room, and Brazil started to squeeze my dick through my pants while Andrea caressed my ass before I could even open the door. Hell, I was rock hard already, and I was no longer apprehensive about including Brazil. I was ready to tear her soft, Jell-o ass apart.

When I opened the door with my key and walked into the room behind them, they pinned me up against the door and went after my pants and shirt. They were just as aggressive as TaShay and Tan had been, maybe more so. I guess that’s how women got down in threesomes, I don’t know. I had limited experience with it.

“You get him high, I’ll get him low,” Brazil ordered. She was definitely the ringleader.

They both pulled their dresses over their heads right there at the door and stepped out of their shoes to stand butt naked before me. Andrea kissed my lips while she tugged and pulled at my clothes to get me naked with them.

“You’re about to get your fantasy,” she told me with a grin.

Once they had stripped me from my clothes and tossed them into a pile on the floor with theirs, I grabbed Andrea by the back of her head and kissed her hard. I hadn’t felt her smooth head of silky hair in years. She had cut it down shorter since then, but it still felt like soft feathers in my fingers.

Damn I missed this girl, I told myself. Brazil dropped to her knees and began to play with the naked head of my dick, but I was still paying more attention to Andrea. I wanted to feel if she was as soft and moist as she used to be. I wanted to touch, and kiss, and eat her, like I used to. Running my hands through her hair and kissing her brought it all back to me.

“I know,” Andrea whispered to me. “I missed you, too.”

At that moment, Brazil sucked around the edges of my head. The edges of the head are the most sensitive part of a guy’s dick. That made me curl and grab Andrea into me.

“She got you, baby. She gon’ take real good care of you,” Andrea assured me.