Page 79 of Hell and High Water

Hellena growls out another cry, pushing against Gavin, trying desperately to hold out. The giant, sexy fucker just laughs, enjoying every second, moaning along with her as he slides out, depriving all of us of her climax.

He gives me a sidelong glance as he moves away, a smirk playing at his lips.

I want to tell him to fuck her brains out. I want to position them, direct them.

“Turn over, love…” Gavin’s rumble is as forceful as distant thunder, shuddering through my lower abdomen as much as it does Hellena’s.

Leaning back into the wall, I watch him flip her, scooping her up like she weighs nothing and tucking her knees under her, pressing her back down, her tits scrunching deliciously into the sheets.

Every nerve in my body is demanding for me to dive in. To kiss her. To take her with him.

So I take a lap, strolling around them, watching as Gavin spears the head of his massive column along her ass crack, from the tip of her tailbone and down, letting his head spread her apart as I reach the other side of the bed, offering me the sweetest view of absolute Valhalla.

He pauses there, letting her roll her hips a few times, testing the sensation as she claws the mattress, her fingernails leaving faint trails on the sheets.

My imagination is going wild, so convincing that for a second, I can feel her. It’s me inside her, about to plummet into her deepest reaches. Those lips flex lightly, slipping over the hump of Gavin’s throbbing head.

With every ounce of desire, I will him to drive it home, to fill her.

Gavin does not disappoint.

His first few thrusts are exploratory, her hips gyrating and grinding.

It's so unbearably hot, the way she sings, the way she moves.

He’s pushing her to her limits, so allowing her time to adjust gives him time to settle, to keep from exploding from what must be the most amazing sensation.

I remember it well. I will have it again.

My hand follows beat for beat as he picks up his pace, increasing in speed and force as his arousal grows, as Hellena starts to wail underneath him, screaming into the bed.

“Evan,” she whimpers between gasps, “Evan!”

I’m around the bed, spreading my hands in front of her, right down in her line of sight.

“Yes?”

“Oh, oh, fuck…” She reaches out for my hand, and I snatch it away. Her expression is sheer anguish, but only the sweetest kind.

When she goes over, she’s going to shatter completely.

Right in front of me. Front row seats.

I lean in again, coming painfully close to her face, our lips almost touching. “Tell me what you want, Hellena.”

“I… I… mmm!” Her eyes clamp shut as a wave of pleasure hits her, not the final one, but another layer, another charge.

“You can’t last much longer, and I can’t hold out for much more, either. I need you. Soon.” My whisper tingles in her ear, the result clear as she clenches her teeth and whines out a long, deep-throated cry.

Gavin escalates, speeding up as I taunt her, narrating what I want to do to her.

“Just think… it could be all three of us, if only you’d let me…”

“Please, yes, yes!” She’s wild, rising up onto her hands as Gavin continues to pound her from behind. Every slap of her ass against his hips makes me almost come.

“Not. Yet.” I lean away, putting my back against the wall, just out of reach as she grasps for me.

She wants to play games. Well, I can play them better.

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