Page 27 of Doctor Clause

“Just four?” Kyle mused. “We can do better than that.” One hand grabbed a breast, gently massaging it. “I’m thinking at least seven or eight.”

She gasped, the realization of what the two men were discussing finally registering. Four was the most times she’d climaxed in a single night. That was on the verge of insane. Now, these two were planning on doubling it.

“Move in front of Stephen,” Kyle whispered in her ear, one hand still playing with her breast, the other pushing her gently on the back to position her exactly the way he wanted—within touching distance of both men. “It doesn’t take much to get this little rabbit ready, does it?” His fingers fell between her legs. A second later, two were inside her, probing her most private area. “Join me.” His instructions weren’t limited to just her; he was telling Stephen what to do as well.

No time was wasted in following his friend’s lead. Her stance widened at his touch, allowing both men to finger her at the same time.

“Oh!” she panted. “Wow!” The feeling of having two different sets of fingers, alternating pushing in and out at the same time, sent her spiralling over the edge.

“One.” Kyle said, chuckling. A light touch from him was enough to move her body. “Head on Stephen’s lap,” he instructed.

She complied, as if his words were the only option, her mind still reeling, juices still flowing. Her legs fell open, exposing herself to him. Instantly, his tongue took over for the fingers. The licking, flicking, and sucking began.

“How does she taste?” Stephen asked, using his time for a little nipple play. He pinched, she moaned. He twisted, she groaned.

“Delicious,” Kyle replied.

That one word sent waves rippling through her body, his mouth keeping the contractions going. A condom passed over her head.

Rip.

She knew the sounds. He was getting ready to take her while her body was still flowing with erotic spasms.

“Two,” Kyle snickered, pushing inside her in one thrust. “How does it feel to have a stranger inside you?” He pumped harder. “How does it feel to know your lover is watching another man go balls deep in your pussy?”

“Ooo!” she screamed.

He stopped moving for a moment. “Do you like my dick?” he asked.

She squirmed not wanting to answer, but the need for him to move growing intensely.

“Tell me you want me!” he insisted. “Tell me how good my dick feels. Tell me in front of your lover how much you want me to continue.”

Stephen said nothing.

She was too far in the throes of passion to defy him. “It feels good. Please! I want more. I want it faster. I want it harder. Take all of me.”

He chuckled, thrusting deep inside her. “That’s a good girl,” he said. “Keep begging the stranger to screw you.”

Inhibition flew out the window. “I want to feel you come!” she screamed, feeling her own climax begin.

He pulled out. “Not yet,” he said. “That was only three. There’s plenty of time to feel me lose my load inside you. Don’t worry. I may plan on taking my time enjoying my best-friend’s woman, but I assure you, you will feel me come! I am going to leave my mark on you; one your lover won’t be able to erase. By the end of the night, you’ll be screaming my name, not his.” He glanced over at Stephen. “Let’s move to the bedroom. I have a few more things to try. Did you bring the toys?”

Toys? What toys were they talking about, as if she wasn’t even there?

Stephen nodded. “I made a treasure chest. Use whatever you like on her.”

“Are you holding out okay?” Kyle asked.

“Mmm,” Stephen nodded, carrying her like a princess to the other room. “I may need to jump in soon, but I want to hold off for as long as I can.”

“You always did prefer one big explosion to several little firecrackers,” Kyle said.

Her body gently floated down the bed, rather than being tossed on there like a rag doll—the calm before the storm. Her stranger wasn’t a stranger anymore. In the past hour, she’d come to know him intimately. That’s why watchinghim rummage through a small wooden box of toys was both frightening and thrilling all rolled up in one, much the same feeling as going on a roller coaster for the first time.

She turned over, not wanting to see what was coming. That was a mistake. Her own lack of vision chose the pleasure aid for them.

The squeezing of the tube.

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