Page 119 of Chasing Lynda

“Oh!” She gasps, throwing her head back and I smile when her body begins convulsing around my hard shaft.

If her hot tightness around me and the sexy sounds she makes as she lets go weren’t enough to do me in, the sight of me moving in and out of her and the feeling of my balls banging against the bottom of her round buttocks finish me off.

I push myself deep inside of her and I explode. I hold still, twitching and pulsing with each wave of hot, liquid pleasure until my body empties itself inside of hers.

Neither of us moves for a blissful second, when I’m still deep inside of her and her hands are still on Dodge’s shoulders.

Then I withdraw and I immediately turn her around to take her lips in a slow, sweet kiss. Normally I’d be anxious to get away from a woman after sex, I wouldn’t even wait to go soft. With Lynda it’s different, I want to hold her and kiss her and do it again and again.

When I finally break the kiss, she sighs and I’m proud that it isn’t a sad sound, it’s a satisfied one.

“That was ...”

“Hot.” Dodge supplies, and Lynda turns to look at my best friend.

Her blue eyes skim down Dodge’s face and his chest and abs, stopping down between his legs beneath the scented water of the tub. “You’re hot, Dodge. And you’re also very hard,” she says, with a smile.

Dodge shrugs. “That’s what you do to me, Lynda. I only need to look at you to get rock hard.”

She shuffles closer to him, running her hand down his chest. “I think we should take care of that,” she offers, closing her fingers around the base of his erection.

If I had any doubt that Dodge cares about Lynda just as much as I do, his reaction confirms it. “That feels good, sexy girl, but you don’t have to do anything. If you’re tired or—”

“I’m not too tired, babe. I’d be the worst fiancée in the entire world, if I didn’t want to make you feel as good as you and Bennett just made me feel.”

Dodge smiles and it reaches his eyes; there’s always a special warmth in his gaze whenever he looks at Lynda. “Well fuck, then. Who am I to refuse my girl’s attention? You said you liked it when Bennett fucked you from behind?” he asks and Lynda nods.

“It felt really good.”

Dodge’s eyes darken as he looks down Lynda’s body. He scoots slightly down on his seat, spreading his arms on the edge of the tub. “Then sit on me, sexy girl and keep your eyes on Bennett.”

He spreads his legs, when Lynda stands up. “Keep your thighs together.” He instructs her as she leans forward, grabbing his length and lowering herself onto it slowly.

He closes his arms around her as soon as she’s sitting between his legs and grinds his hips upward, making the water in the tub swish with the motion.

Lynda gasps. “That feels so good, Dodge.”

My best friend smiles, with his lips against her ear. “Good, because I’m not going to last very long.”

He tilts his hips forward, changing the angle so he can plunge deeper into Lynda, grabbing each of her tits with his hands.

I watch mesmerized, every time Dodge buries himself inside of her she arches her back and her beautiful body emerges from the water.

I never thought that watching the woman I like with another guy would be such a turn on, but Dodge was actually right. This is fucking hot and I’m hard again.

I have no doubt though that I feel this way because she’s with Dodge; I’d probably feel the same way if she was with Zane or Carter but anyone else? I’d be furious.

I can’t take my eyes off of them as the bathroom is filled with their moans and with the sloshing of the water with their movements.

“Fuck, Lynda. You feel so good.” Dodge grunts, and I know he’s close by the tension in his shoulders and in his corded arms. “Do you think you could come again, sexy girl?”

Her eyes are closed and her breathing ragged, as she pants, “I don’t know.”

A smile forms on my lips.

Challenge fucking accepted.

I kneel in front of Lynda, holding onto the back of her thighs and keeping her partially out of the water, so that Dodge can keep thrusting into her from below.

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