Page 42 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

I pull her backward, into me. I bend, kiss the back of her neck, the side. I push her shirt off her shoulder and kiss that too, biting her softly, her warm, soft skin driving me mad.

It occurs me to that I’ve been having so much fun sharing her that I hardly ever get her alone, and the thought turns my bones to fire.

“Turn out the light,” I command her, my voice low and rough. She doesn’t ask questions, just reaches over, shuts it off. Now it’s almost perfectly dark in her suite, lit by nothing more than the moonlight through the blinds.

Something inside me is unleashed, and I grab her even harder, my teeth against her skin, my fingers digging into her hip so hard that she gasps.

I need hernow, hard, fast, and unforgiving. I need to make her beg, whimper, and come in ways I’ve never made her come before.

MaybethenI’ll cure my cabin fever.

I walk Larkin to the bed without talking, push her onto it on her hands and knees. Behind her, I reach under the shirt, rolling her nipples between my fingers until she’s moaning nonstop, gasping. She arches her back and pushes against me, her panties quickly soaking through, her heat against my trapped cock.

I take my thumb, press her panties against her lips, feeling them get wet as I do. I press my thumb against her clit, still through her panties, her other nipple stiffening in my hand as I do.

“Tell me what you want,” I growl, my thumb relentless on her.

Larkin squirms, like she’s trying to make me rub her, give her some relief, but I don’t.

“I want you,” she gasps out.

I press harder. Her toes curl.

“I want you inside me,” she says, rocking back into me. Now her giant sleep shirt is riding up her torso, her breasts exposed. I pull it the rest of the way off of her and grab her hair again, her head going back as I do, her exhale just barely audible.

My cock twitches like it might burst the seams in my trousers. This is one thing I love about Larkin, her ability to go from zero to sixty in moments, one minute sweet and bubbly, the next naked and begging for my cock.

I let her grind against me, the pressure on my shaft delicious. I’m aching to be inside her already, to fuck her hard and deep like I’ve been yearning to all day.

I let her go, take my shirt off. She looks behind her and I unbutton my trousers slowly, savoring the way she watches as I bring my cock out, stroke it from root to tip.

Larkin reaches back to touch it, but I grab her by the wrist, twist it up behind her back. I don’t hurt her, but we both know that I could if I wanted to, the feeling sizzling through the air of her hotel suite.

“Don’t move,” I command her, my voice pure growl.

I take her panties off. She doesn’t move as I pull them around her thighs, knotting them so they stay put, locking her thighs together. She’s so wet that her juices are already sliding down her upper thigh, the soft skin just barely shining wetly in the moonlight.

Larkin’s beautiful this way, so beautiful it hurts: her face pressed into the bedspread, one arm still behind her back, everything about her body simply begging me to take her.

So I do. I fuck her in one hard, deep stroke, stretching her wide as she moans explosively, her pussy clenching around me like it’s a fist. Behind her back her hand opens and shuts, her toes flexing at the same time, her teeth sinking into her lip.

My breathing goes ragged. I grab her wrist harder, push a little deeper, listen to her gasp in response before I pull back, my self-control unraveling.

“Fuck, Larkin,” I growl as I do. It’s not clever or sexy, but those are the only two words I can bring to mind right now. I’m lucky that I can talk at all, because the feel of being inside her — with her beneath me like this, bent over and moaning — has me nearly feral, becoming more animal than man with every passing second.

I take her hard, deep, fast. Within a few strokes our bodies are slamming together. I release her wrist and grab her hair, pulling her head back and she leans into me, fucking me back just as hard as I’m fucking her.

It’s moments before she starts trembling, the muscles inside her quaking and fluttering. I pull harder on her hair and she rocks back against me, taking me impossibly deep, moaning so loud that there’s no way anyone is asleep any longer.

I let her come. There’s no way I could possibly slow down and deny her, our bodies like a single machine, working together for a single end. She comes hard, fucking me back and chanting my name as she squeezes me so tight my vision sparkles at the edges.

I fuck her as hard as she wants, as long as she wants, and through some act of God I don’t come myself, despite everything. I tighten my grip on her and hang on, slowing as she does, until her muscles are trembling around me, spent.

I pull out, still hard, my cock soaked with her juices. She exhales lightly and I slide two fingers into her pussy, pull them back out dripping.

Larkin gasps as I slowly slide my fingers up until I’m circling her back hole, small noises coming out of her throat as I do. I slide my cock back into her in time with my fingers, fucking and circling with the same cadence until she’s rocking along with me, her hips describing circles in the air as she moans again.

Harder. Faster. I sink my fingers into her back hole one knuckle at a time: one finger first, then two. Larkin’s movements grow more frantic as she bucks backwards, begging for more until I’m doubly sunk inside her.

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