Page 27 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

I want it. I want him inside me. I want him to fill me up and make me scream and come, because I want to behis.

The thumb is on my clit now, massaging me slowly as the other hand holds me up, against the back of the couch. I feel pinned there, helpless, but I don’twanthelp.

I want him inside me, and that’s all.

Dalton nibbles at my ear, and then his cock is right there, up against my entrance, enormous and throbbing. I whimper and move my hips, trying to get him inside me, but it doesn’t work.

“Jesus, Lark,” he murmurs. “You’re so wet it’s running down my cock already and I’m not even inside you yet.”

“Do it,” I whisper, barely able to form sentences. “Please, Dalton.”

He releases me, letting me sink onto his cock. He does it slowly, and I take him in millimeter by incredible millimeter.

He’s huge. I can feel myself stretching around him as he fills me up, his cock hitting every pleasure center in my pussy, the sensitive front wall screaming with pleasure. I know I’m moaning, whispering his name over and over again, but I can’t help it.

It feels so, so good.Hefeels good.

Finally, he’s inside me to the hilt, my legs wrapped around him, my arms over his shoulders, but he doesn’t stop moving, his huge cock bumping over and over against all my most sensitive pleasure centers.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he growls, grabbing me by the hips, rocking me up and down. “You’re so fucking perfect, Lark.”

“Don’t stop,” I gasp out. “Please, God, don’t stop.”

He doesn’t stop, but he doesn’t speed up, either, but he goes slow and deep. He pulls his incredible cock almost all the way back out, until just the head is inside me, then fucks me deep and hard in one controlled thrust, making me throw my head back and shout.

“More like that, then?” he asks through clenched teeth.

“Yes,” I gasp out.

“So you like getting fucked hard and deep,” he says, pulling me down, somehow sending his cock even deeper inside me.

I whimper.

“Good to know,” Dalton says, and then he fucks me again, the exact same way.

We keep going, our bodies tangled together, and it’s good and satisfying and feels amazing in a way I’ve never felt anything before. It’s all I can do to hang onto him as he fucks me again and again, each thrust bringing me closer and closer to climax.

I’m chantingdon’t stop, please don’t stop, Dalton don’t stopand this time he finally doesn’t, instead sending me right over the edge and into a climax so intense my vision goes blank for a moment.

It jolts through my whole body. I feel like I’ve been struck by lightning, so intense that I can’t move or think, only desperately find Dalton’s mouth with mine and kiss him like it’s my last moment on earth.

He kisses me back. Pleasure rocks through my body again and again, each aftershock barely less than the one before it. I moan into his mouth and he grabs me harder, pulls me onto his cock with a new frenzy, taking me so hard that I think he might split me in two.

Then his cock jerks hard and he’s coming, so I wrap my legs around him tighter, pull his face against mine with one hand in his hair. It lasts a long time, but finally, he slows, then stops. Dalton rests his forehead against the curve of my neck, still breathing hard.

“That was fucking incredible,” he says, his voice still rough. “Maybe Ishouldkeep you all to myself.”

I laugh.

“Isn’t it a little too late for that?” I tease.

Dalton just chuckles, his breath cool against my sweaty skin.

“You’re right,” he says. “More fun this way.”

I’ve got no idea what that means, but given what he just did to me, I’m willing to try just about anything.

Chapter Eleven

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