Chapter 659: Girls Night

Nancy’s gaze locked onto mine, her lips parted, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, rapid breaths, her fingers twisting in her lap like she was fighting the urge to reach out and touch me.

The scent of her arousal was intoxicating—sweet, musky, and so fucking strong it made my head spin. My cock pulsed in my pants, the wet spot of pre-cum growing, the fabric clinging to my cock like a second skin.

Then the door creaked open.

Emily and Suzy walked back in, their laughter filling the room, but Suzy’s eyes locked onto me the second she stepped inside. There was something hungry in her gaze, something that made my balls tighten. She knew. She fucking knew what Freya had planned, and the thought of it had her lips slightly parted, her breath just a little too fast.

They sat back down, and the tension in the room was palpable. Freya didn’t tease me this time—no secret touches, no whispered taunts—but the way her fingers tapped restlessly against the table, the way her eyes flicked between Nancy, Suzy, and me, told me she was planning something. Something filthy.

Dinner passed in a haze of clinking silverware and forced small talk. My cock ached the entire time, my mind racing with images of Nancy’s confession—Suzy taking her virginity with a dildo, the two of them fucking each other with it, their moans filling the room. The thought alone was enough to make pre-cum leak down my cock, soaking through my pants.

Freya finally broke the silence, her voice smooth as silk. "Nancy, Suzy... why don’t we all have a girls’ night?" Her smirk was slow, deliberate. "It’s good that Emily is also here with us. It’ll be fun."

Emily hesitated, her eyes flicking to me. "But Jack... he—"

Freya’s smirk never wavered. "Jack..." she purred, her voice dripping with suggestion, "will you be okay to share your girlfriend with us today?" Her fingers traced idle circles on the table, her gaze locking onto mine. "And if you want, you can also join us in girls’ talk... We’ll watch a movie together."

Emily sidled up to me, her voice coquettish, her hand brushing against my arm. "Yeah, Jack... it would be fun... Please?"

I nodded, my throat tight. "Yeah. Sure."

But I didn’t understand Freya’s plan. Not really.

Because Freya wasn’t just suggesting a girls’ night.

She was setting up a fucking ambush.

And from the way Suzy’s eyes darkened when she looked at me, from the way Nancy’s fingers trembled in her lap, from the way Freya’s smirk promised trouble—I knew one thing for sure:

By the end of this night, I was going to be inside at least one of them.

And Freya was going to watch.

Emily and the others rearranged the furniture, their laughter too bright, too forced. They dragged a mattress from somewhere, pressing it against the sofa to create one long, sprawling space for all of us. The TV flickered to life, casting a dim glow over the room, but my attention wasn’t on the screen. It was on the way Suzy’s fingers twitched against her thighs, the way Nancy’s breath hitched every time she glanced at me, the way Freya’s smirk promised filth.

They all settled onto the mattress—Emily in the middle, Suzy and Nancy on either side of her, their bodies close enough that their shoulders brushed. Freya, though, was the one in control. Always.

"Jack," she said, her voice dripping with suggestion, "you stay on the sofa. We’ll all lie together on the mattress."

I nodded, my throat tight. The sofa was close enough that if I reached out, I could touch any of them. Close enough that I could smell them—the sweet, musky scent of Nancy’s arousal, the faint floral perfume Suzy wore, the rich, earthy scent of Freya’s pregnant cunt. My cock pulsed, the wet spot of pre-cum growing, the fabric of my pants clinging to me like a second skin.

Freya’s smirk deepened as she turned to Nancy and Suzy. "Nancy, Suzy... why don’t you also change into my night clothes?" Her voice was casual, but her eyes gleamed with mischief. "So that you’ll be comfortable."

She turned to Emily, her tone sweet but firm. "Emily, help them find some of my nighties."

Emily nodded, oblivious to the storm brewing around her, and led Nancy and Suzy toward Freya’s room. The second the door clicked shut, Freya’s smirk turned predatory. She sat next to me, her thigh pressing against mine, her warmth seeping through the fabric of her dress. I could feel the heat radiating off her, the scent of her arousal wrapping around me like a vice.

Then I saw it—Freya pulled out her phone again, her fingers moving swiftly over the screen. The chime of a message sent was soft, but I caught the words before she could hide them:

"Don’t wear any bra and panties."

My cock jerked, pre-cum leaking freely now, soaking through my pants. The thought of Nancy and Suzy—naked beneath those nighties, their bare pussies just a thin layer of fabric away from my touch—made my head spin. Freya’s smirk widened as she caught my reaction, her fingers trailing up my thigh, her touch light but possessive.

"You like that, don’t you, Jack~?" she murmured, her voice a dark purr. "The thought of them bare naked for you... ready for you..."

I swallowed hard, my fingers clenching into fists. "Sister Freya—"

Freya’s breath was hot against my ear, her voice a sinful whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "Shh~..." Her fingers slid higher up my thigh, her touch electric, before she finally wrapped her hand around the bulge in my pants. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily as she squeezed, her grip firm and possessive.

"Let me help it breathe a little," she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. "It must be hard for him to breathe like that..."

With a slow, deliberate motion, she pulled down the zipper of my pants. But my cock was rock hard, swollen with need, and it wouldn’t come free. The zipper caught on the thick ridge of my cock, the metal teeth snagging against the sensitive skin.

Freya let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Looks like he’s quite angry..." Her fingers traced the outline of my cock through the fabric, her touch maddening. "Not even willing to talk to me~..."

With a sharp tug, she yanked my pants down, the fabric dragging over my aching cock before finally freeing it. My cock sprang out, thick and heavy, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Freya’s eyes darkened as she took in the sight, her lips parting slightly.

"Mmm~..." she hummed, her fingers wrapping around my cock, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through me. "So big... and so angry..."