Page 44 of Snowy Secrets

I moan, adjusting to a deeper angle, knee up on the table behind her. Her hips and ass give under my grip, soft and addictive. Her breasts jiggle in their bra, barely holding on. I want those in my hands as well. But I'm saving the last scrap of her clothes for River.

Instead, I focus on the way I can play her body. My thumb drops over her clit, earning a muffled cry from around Wyatt's cock.

Fuck, she has to be the sexiest woman alive.

Each stroke of her pearl matches my thrusts, and her pussy coils around me, tighter and tighter and tighter until pleasureblitzes down my spine, drawing up my balls. I refuse to shoot my load this quickly. Even if I can keep it up long after my first orgasm.

Pride, reinforced by the truth.

Still, now is not the time. If I think about it enough, I'll manifest more and more time with Bella. More of this. More intimate moments just between the two of us. Because, fuck, she's perfect. For me. For us.

Her full moans vibrate in her chest, and Wyatt groans in response, taking her mouth and throat with more force.

She clamps down on me, writhing against the walnut tabletop. Drenching me with her cum, she shakes and whimpers, and I slow nearly to a stop. For my benefit as much as hers. Edging isn't a new concept for me, but it's a struggle to hold on.

My hips roll in lazy plunges, pausing to nudge deeply within her before returning to the slow roll. I can keep myself just barely holding on.

Wyatt pulls out of her mouth, a string of drool pulling between them. He wipes a thumb across her lips to clear it away. She pouts at him, as if to ask why he didn't come for her. Her hand reaching out to stroke him has him stiffen, every muscle clenching in his chest and stomach as she gropes him.

"I know you can go again after, so let me have it." Bella's voice is low and husky with need.

I peek over at River, whose rapt attention has his eyes smoldering, reflecting back the same feeling this woman causes within me. He cups himself, squeezing and releasing. Squeezing and releasing. The wait must be the best kind of torture.

Okay, the second best, because having sex with Bella certainly ranks higher. Keeping myself from coming, the need consuming me from the inside out, slowly eating away at my restraint. And I can't wait for her to break it.

Bella has her mouth on Wyatt again, sucking hard at the head of his cock as she strokes him. His hand is wrapped in her hair, and he’s looking at her like a caveman ready to clobber her and drag her off as his own. We need to change positions.

I nod to Wyatt, and he coaxes her off his shaft.

God, the way she whimpers when he retreats is such a sweet sound. All three of us are affected by it.

I gather her up in my arms, and she's so much lighter than I imagined. Turning us back to the sturdy chair, I set her down and draw her knees up. "Hold on, love."

She wraps her arms around her knees, blinking at me with a mix of innocence and yearning, daring me to show her just how dirty we can be together.Oh, sweet little thing, I'll be more than happy to show you.

River, Wyatt, and Bella watch as I push the head of my cock into her ass, thrusting twice. Her mouth grows wide as I fuck her until she's dripping wet and swearing a small tirade ofoh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shitunder her breath.

She clamps down on me, gripping me hard with her core as she starts to come. I slide back into her ass, pounding hard and pressing her clit as she cries out.

"Take her mouth again."

Wyatt moves without hesitation, coaxing her head back as I take control of her thighs. River's tension beside me is so palpable that I have to take action. Her tender little puss gets no more attention until he joins us, and when I meet Wyatt's gaze, he seems to read my mind.

We want to share her, and the only way to do that is with all three of us.

With this new goal comes a new tactic—okay, not that different from the last—time to make her come, empty, again and again until she breaks.

And we're off to a good start. She's shaking under me, stiffening as her muted moans increase.

"Fuck," Wyatt swears under his breath, pulling back to tease himself in her mouth. Those needy noises spill with a bit more force from Bella. The volume builds, and she clamps down on me, threatening to take me with her.

Who knew a woman could take so much and still be this irresistible, be this much fun?

Wyatt smooths her hair from her face, rubbing the underside of his head across her bottom lip as a full cry rings through the extension. "That's right, sweetheart. Let go."

Suddenly, she's silent and stiff. Every slap of my hips against her round cheeks strangles a gasp out of her. Her core pulses, drenched, and her climax hits her hard, twisting her in my grasp until she's limb and trembling.

"Oh, my God."

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