Page 64 of Three to Fall

“I can behave,” I promised, though every part of me wanted to do anything but.

Hawk lifted his head. “I can’t.” His hand wrapped around his semi-erect cock and stroked it.

Her eyes flared, watching him jack off, then drifted to my erection. “You’re hard.”

“That’s what happens when you’re naked.” I couldn’t drag my gaze off her. Her nipples were tight buds, straining in my direction, just begging for my mouth.

She lowered herself so she was kneeling on the blanket between us. And then tentatively, watching like we might have some sort of negative reactions, she reached for both of us. Her fingers wrapped around Hawk’s dick at the same time she gripped mine.

Hawk and I let out groans of need and encouragement the moment she touched us.

Her hands slid up and down, working both of us in the same, torturously slow rhythm, getting us fully hard while she was all tits and belly rolls and thick thighs with her hair escaping the messy bun she’d tied it up in.

“Spread your thighs, Kara,” I instructed. “I want to see what’s between them.”

She rocked back, supporting her weight by digging her toes into the soft dirt beneath the blanket and creating a little groove there to give herself leverage.

Then she opened her legs, giving me just a tiny glimpse of her gleaming slit between the softness of her thighs.

“Such a fucking good girl,” Hawk muttered, gaze glued to the arousal shining over her clit and opening.

She let out a moan at his dirty praise, clearly turned on by being told what to do.

So I kept going. “Need your mouth, Kara.”

Without stopping her rhythm on Hawk, she lowered her mouth over my cock, bobbing her head low to take me all the way to the back of her throat. Her warm wetness encased me, and I was sure this was what heaven felt like. My fingers fell to her head, taking out her bun so I could stroke my fingers through the long lengths, scratching my nails gently over her scalp.

She moaned around my dick, so I kept going, massaging her head while she blew me and jacked Hawk off with her free hand.

After a while, I stopped her, and she looked up at me with huge eyes, her lips still wrapped around my dick. I groaned, “Suck him too.”

She switched, pumping me, blowing him. We took what she offered, until Hawk needed more control than he was getting lying flat on his back. He got to his knees, gripped the back of her head, and fucked her mouth in slow, gentle thrusts that had her quivering.

On her hands and knees, she pulled her mouth away from his erection and glanced over her shoulder at me. Her lips were swollen. Her eyes unfocused, but there was only lust and need and desire floating in the cloudy haze.

She didn’t need to say what she wanted. The desperation was written all over her face, and her pussy was dripping when I fit myself behind her.

I was already so hard, and she was already so wet that I slid inside her with no resistance, filling her and burying myself to the hilt in soft heat.

She moaned around Hawk’s cock, arching her back, angling her body so my thrusts hit her just right, each one jolting her forward so she took Hawk’s cock deeper and deeper until she was deep-throating him.

She stared up at him, and he praised her every step of the way, encouraging her, telling her she was beautiful. I added myown, telling her how good she felt, how turned on she got me, how I wanted her, needed her, loved her, until we were both showering her in the positive words I knew full well she’d never heard from her husband’s lips.

Somewhere along the way she’d lost the timid little mouse persona Hawk had first nicknamed her after. There was none of that here. She was a fucking goddess, taking two men, owning every minute of her pleasure and ours, no hiding her body from the sun or from us.

She took a breather from Hawk’s dick, and I pulled her upright, wrapping my arms around her from behind, and whispering in her ear, “Confidence looks good on you.”

She moaned, slipping her fingers between her thighs to rub her clit while I slowly pumped into her from the back. Hawk lowered his head to suck her nipples, alternating between them, licking and nipping at them, squeezing them between his fingers until her moans echoed around in the quiet air.

With her breathing turning into short pants of desperation, she pushed him back and devoured his cock again, blowing him fast and slamming back to meet me, encouraging the same pace.

I gripped her hips, fingers sinking into the softness there and rode her hard, thrusting fast, strong and powerful into her body. My abs flexed; my balls drew up.

But I refused to come until she had.

“I want you…” she moaned, pulling off Hawk’s cock to look back at me.

“You already have me, Kara. In every way.”

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