“Mmm,” he murmured, opening one eye. “Warm...snug.”
The corners of Trisha’s lips turned upward at the high praise. “Thanks, Cowboy.”
“Welcome,” he whispered with a smirk, pulling back slowly before pushing inside again. His acceptance of the nickname made her tummy turn a somersault. She reached her arms around Ken’s torso, pressing her fingertips into his shoulder blades, holding him close. While snuggled between her boys, she reveled in their near oneness.
Tommy speckled Trisha’s neck with fresh kisses as Ken torqued up his engine, moving his hips faster. “Aaahhh!” She moaned as he hammered into the special spot deep inside her, releasing a fierce jolt of ecstasy. Slam, slam, slam—Trisha writhed as Ken gifted her with the intense thrill over and over. Tommy caressed her breasts, his arms wrapped around her torso. Her legs quaked as the exhilaration peaked. Ken whispered her name, burying his face in her shoulder as her orgasm burst forth. As she clenched around his cock, her toes curled under. He pushed deep, tensing his muscles and grunting as he came.
After Tommy moved from behind her, Trisha reclined against the mattress and Ken rolled on his back. “Catch your breath.” Tommy rubbed a firm hand across Ken’s sweat-covered torso. He dipping forward and planted a kiss on Ken’s forehead before turning his attentions to Trisha.
“Idiot.” Ken choked out the word half-heartedly, admonishing Tommy in a breathy whisper.
Trisha panted, her chest heaving. “You two are making my wildest dreams into reality. I was so scared you would reject the idea of the three of us.” Ken’s eyes blinked open, drawing air in through his nostrils too rampantly to respond.
Tommy shrugged. “It’s new, but it feels right, especially with you at the center.” Trisha averted her gaze as she smiled. After hearing him put the aura whirling around them into words, her heart pounded and her eyebrows lifted and rounded as she grinned.
“I want you.” She turned her gaze toward Tommy while running a hand along the side of his cheek.
“You’ve had me for a long time now.” The color of his cheeks deepened as he grinned. She bent her knees and raised her legs, readying herself for his entrance. Tommy leaned forward, pushing her arms above her head as he tasted her lips, pecking first before crushing down, his tongue insistent, delving and then whirling against hers. Saliva swirled as they devoured each other. She broke for air, her chest heaving as sweat misted her body. He sat upright on his knees. He stroked his cock, spreading his pre-cum over the tip as the lengthy beast stalked her opening. Tommy rubbed the bulbous head between her folds to marinate in the juices of her soaking wet pool.
Trisha took a deep breath, bracing herself. “Umph,” she grunted as the massive dome stabbed into her.
Tommy stilled, stroking her hair. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“Is it all right for me to keep going?”
The pink nubs of her breasts stiffened as she rested her hands over her heaving chest. Tommy’s cuteness stole any self-control she’d been able to reserve. “Yes, God yes, fuck me senseless. She pursed her lips, forbidding her wicked tongue to spout all the dirty things she would let him do. “Oh!” Her eyes widened and her mouth opened as his shaft pushed inside her welcoming pussy. Ken had pinpointed her sweet spot and throttled the sensitive area while Tommy took his time and filled her completely, stretching her limits. She closed her eyes milking the powerful sensation, allowing her senses to linger in each second as long as she could.
“Oh fuck!” Tommy gasped, suddenly pulling out without warning. “I am such an idiot!”
She whimpered as he snatched away the comfortable sensation of having been stuffed full, abandoning her pussy to the cool air. “What’s wrong?”
“Moron told me to use a condom but forgot his,” Ken answered for Tommy between long draws of air.
Trisha snickered, shaking her head. “That sounds about right.”
Tommy separated one gold foil packet from the train before tearing it open. She reached out, taking the condom from him. A smirk played across her lips as she read extra-large printed on the packaging. She imagined a lot of men choose the brand to stroke their egos, but Tommy needed the additional room. While pinching the receptacle, she rolled the latex over his erection before relaxing back against the sheets. Teasingly slow, she lifted and spread her legs again. Tommy moved between her lower limbs post-haste, reentering without fanfare or warning and leaving her gasping.
“Oh! Sorry! Sorry!” He stilled.
“Don’t be sorry.” She wrapped her arms around him, clutching his ass. Tommy pushed deep within her. As their legs entwined, his hot hard pectorals, slick with perspiration, compressed her breasts, scrubbing against her nipples as he watched her face. Muscles deep within Trisha’s sex, never used before, adapted and tensed for his length as Tommy surprised her, pushing even deeper while balancing on his forearms. Holy shit! She took a deep breath, digging her nails into his flesh. Tommy snarled before throwing her a predatory smile.
He leaned closer, his mouth by her ear. “I’m going to wear you out tonight.” Trisha closed her eyes, excited for him to try. He bucked his hips at a slow, leisurely pace. She scraped her fingernails down his back before cupping the strong, lean contours of his ass again.
“Mmm, feels nice.” Tommy purred into her ear before pulling back and gyrating in a slow, circular motion.
Nice wasn’t the word Trisha would use. Fantastic, amazing, or even earth-shattering came much closer to the truth. She rocked her pelvis, matching the rhythm in harmony with his powerful movements. He increased speed, and her breathing grew erratic. Her previous orgasm had left her cunt’s every nerve-ending primed and ready
