“Oh my God…” she gasped.
I drilled her deep. Maybe deeper than she’d ever been drilled before. There was panic in her eyes, but also lust. A look that bordered on the edge of pain, but was also flooded with a thousand times more pleasure.
“Oh my God oh my God oh my God…”
She whispered the words near my ear, while holding me tightly against her cheek. Her arms were locked. Her legs spread so wide I thought she might break. Then again, her body was built for this too. Tall and curvy and sensual, Bryce and I had discussed how incredibly well-suited she was for what we might do to her.
And now we were doing it.
“Mmmm Camden!” she gasped, her grip on my face going tighter. “Ohhhhh FUCKKKK…”
Her orgasm was abrupt and explosive, and I rode her straight through it. To her credit, Karissa fucked me right back. She kept thrusting her hips to meet my thrusts. Stretching her legs wider and wider, to take every last inch of me as deep as possible.
I held her strong through her climax, thrusting and grinding. Pumping my ass in and out, until her hands slid over it and her fingers squeezed tight.
Shit that’s good.
Her nails dug in, and the pain was welcome. It caused me to thrust deeper. To feel that extra few inches of warmth and wetness and—
Oh Holy FUCK.
I wasn’t even sure what happened. One second I was screwing away, in total control, and the next moment her pussy was milking me dry.
FUCK!
I was coming and coming, grunting through clenched teeth as I filled her from the inside out. There was no stopping it. No warning, either. Her insides felt that fucking good.
“Yes, baby yes…”
Her whimpers were hot and breathless. She’d just barely returned from her own monster orgasm.
“Let it go.”
It was honestly too late to do anything else. I surrendered to the pure sweet euphoria of unloading inside her. Of flooding her fertile young womb with what felt like an entire gallon of my hot, sticky seed, while she bucked and writhed and cooed softly, into my ear.
CAMDEN!
If there was a voice trying to stop me it was a full minute too late. Not that I wouldn’t have swatted it away, anyway.
I’d wanted this, I really had. And judging by how easily I’d found myself buried inside her? Frighteningly more than I liked to admit.
Slowly I withdrew, somehow kissing her along the way. Karissa’s lips were soft but unyielding. Her smoldering blue eyes forced me to look into them, and everything I saw there took my breath away.
Thank you, she mouthed, with the sweetest of smiles.
In the span of a single heartbeat, the look we gave each other exchanged a thousand words. All without saying anything.
“Hey…”
The tap on my shoulder was Bryce. He was already nudging me aside and taking my place. As he slid her porcelain white thighs over his thick shoulders, the visual sent a familiar pang of jealousy mixed with excitement shooting through my brain.
“You alright?” he chuckled, looking me up and down.
Kneeling on the bed, resting my hands on my thighs, I slowly nodded.
“I— I just…”
“Just what?”
Looking down at Karissa, I let out a sigh.
“I thought we weren’t doing this again.”
Thirteen
KARISSA
The next hour of my life was wickedly surreal. It blew away even my most sinful fantasies, shattering the last of my already-meager reservations and taking me to all new heights of dizzying heat.
Bryce pounded me into the bed, stretching my legs so far back that our noses touched and our lips sought each other’s again. He kissed me over and over, our tongues dancing. Our bodies breathless with the exertion of fucking and being fucked, until he exploded spectacularly inside me, his face contorting into something so hot and beautiful I wanted to freeze it in my memory forever.
After that, they really pulled out the stops.
It’s one thing to have fantasies about screwing more than one guy at a time. Every girl does, whether they admit it or not. But it’s a whole different thing, to be actually doing it. And not just doing it, but having it done to you. Surrendering control of your body to a pair of powerful construction workers, with muscles on top of muscles.
These weren’t just two strong guys who happened to be gorgeous, they were also best friends. They knew each other’s moves, each other’s preferences. I thought maybe it was because they were so familiar, but as they shared my writhing body back and forth between them, I came to a startling yet undeniable realization.
They’d done this before.
It was in the way they handled me, the way one of them would cradle or kiss me while the other penetrated me deep and slow. It was in the casual way their arms moved, positioning me exactly where they needed me to be. Camden holding my legs back so Bryce could pile-drive me until I practically cried. Bryce pulling my hair back into a rough ponytail, then handing it over to his friend so he could control my head from behind.
They switched back and forth effortlessly, fluidly, each knowing the other’s limitations. Whenever one of them got close, they would trade off. Each man took heated turns between my legs, pumping me with such amazing control, but also, regard for my own good time as well.
And through it all they never stopped kissing me. Never stopped feeding me their sweet lips, their probing tongues. My body became a shuddering, whimpering mess. My legs were shaking, my skin practically on fire from their constant, lingering touch.
No, they hadn’t just done this before.
They’d done it a LOT.
I climaxed so many times I lost count. Each one was meaningful. Each orgasm was its own moment in time, burned into my memory by an intense gaze or smoldering stare… sometimes not even from the guy who happened to be inside me at
