Page 78 of Lost Paradise

“I’d love to try it,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper, my eyes locking with Zane's as he gazes at me with a mixture of anticipation and desire. The intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down my spine, igniting a newfound excitement within me. If there was ever a moment to lose my anal virginity, it would be with thesetwo men here.

“I need to get some lube,” Foster says, moving away from me, and Zane immediately uses the opportunity to drag me towards him and wrap his arm around me so that we’re as close as possible.

“Have you done anal before?” I ask him curiously as he continues to tweak my clit in the most perfect way. My teeth clamp down on my lower lip as I feel that edge slowly arriving.

“I did,” he replies softly, “and I loved it.”

Of course, he has. I bet Zane had a ton of cheerleaders in high school throwing themselves at their star player. Feeling a little envious of that, I wrap my hand behind his neck and drag him towards me, tracing my lips against his, teasing him a little, before crashing straight onto him and giving him everything I’ve got for a magical kiss I’m hoping he’s never had before.

I’m high on the taste of his lips, the feel of his hot body pressing against me, and his giant hard dick thrusting with desperation against my hip. I let go of his lips and throw my head back as soon as I feel that wave of pleasure begins to pulsate inside me. I cry out again and again, my nails digging deep into Zane’s shoulders as he relentlessly pumps into me, leaving me limp in his arms. My body is still filled with his fingers, and my nipples are almost bruised as they brush against his chest with every heavy breath I take.

I feel his hands reach under my ass and lift me effortlessly. My legs automatically wrap around his waist. He brings me over to the shallow end and lets me down slowly. His eyes search mine, and in slow motion, he reaches up, cups my face, and brings his lips to mine.

Despite the intense need to fuck each other like bunnies, he kisses me slow and tender, making love to my mouth. The sensations alone send waves of warmth and desire cascading through my entire being, igniting a passionate fire that consumes us both in its tender embrace.

“You’re the best thing to happen to me,” he murmurs against my lips, his words a sweet caress that resonates deep within me. Without waiting for a response, he seals his declaration with a kiss so intense that it sends shivers down my spine and sets my toes tingling with delight.

As the kiss deepens, his pleasure resonates in a low, guttural groan that reverberates through our connection, intensifying the passion between us.

I’m so engrossed in this kiss with Zane that the whole world dissipates around us, and time comes to a standstill until I feel a warm body close in against my back and hands caress my hips and ass,moving up my spine until my hair is swept away and I can feel Foster's hot breath against the back of my neck.

“I want to claim your sweet virgin arse,” he says, and it’s not a question but more of a declaration. I’m so excited and turned on by both men that I might short-circuit any minute now. “But not tonight. You’re not ready, darling.”

“But?”

“I promise, Eve. It’ll happen,” Foster says, interrupting my objection. “But I need to prep you. It won’t work if we try now, and you won’t enjoy it if you’re too tight. None of us would ever dream of hurting you like that.”

I surrender my protest to my inexperience and focus on the lips that suddenly engulf my senses, stealing away my worries.

“Good girl,” Foster says. “You will have us both tonight, just not how you expected.”

Before I can question what he means by that, Zane breaks away from my lips, takes my hand, leads me down to the most shallow part of the lagoon, and lies down, encouraging me to straddle him. As I do, his hand cups my breast, and his thumb finds my nipple. I lift my hips a little, grabbing hold of his swollen cock, pump it a couple of strokes in my fist and then position it at the entrance of my pussy, slowly edging my body down on him, taking him inch by inch, feeling my walls accommodate his size.

A throaty groan escapes him as he fills me so completely that it causes a gasp to leave my lips.

“Fuck, Eve, you’re gorgeous like this. Tell me this is what you want.”

Zane sneaks his hand between us, his fingers finding my sensitive nub.

“Yes,” I breathe heavily, my body beginning to thrum under his fingers. “I want this. I want you both…now.”

He strokes my neck and my collarbone and gropes both breasts while watching me slowly ride him, pushing deeper and deeper, needing him to completely fill me.

“Man, whatever you’re doing, do it fast. I can't hold on much longer,” he calls out to Foster, who chuckles his response.

“We need to work on your control, Zane if you want to make it to the Olympics. You need to develop both physical and mentaldiscipline.”

“Is he serious?” Zane whispers, a mixture of frustration and disbelief in his voice.

I smile at him, understanding his bewilderment. I guess sex requires a specific type of discipline in focus and concentration. But I’m sure Foster is having fun with this.

As I continue riding Zane, we both watch Foster break open an aloe leaf, drain it, and then gather a giant blob of the clear gel in his hand. He spreads on his dick and then saunters over to us and encourages me gently to lean towards Zane.

“Nervous, baby?” he murmurs, his voice low, deep, and smooth, sending a shiver down my spine.

“No, not when I’m with you. I trust you to show me what to do.”

“Zane, play with her clit, mate,” make sure she’s on her way to climax. It’ll relax her muscles.

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