Page 68 of Third Wheel

He had no regrets about taking her mouth last time, but that wasn’t what he wanted this time.

Sucking her clit between his lips, he enjoyed the way she tried to levitate against his mouth. He looked up along the length of her body to watch her soft stomach ripple as she panted for breath, squirming against his tongue. Zach had her arms above her head, reaching toward where he was seated on the other side of the booth, holding her wrists down with one hand while his other toyed with her breast. She was pinned in place between them.

Grinning, Kincaid gave her clit a last, hard suckle before releasing the swollen bud with a little pop. Getting to his feet, he kept her legs against his chest as he lined his cock up with her pussy and thrust in with no preamble. She didn’t need it. Her pussy was sopping wet, already stretched from Zach fucking her, and his cock easily slid in to the hilt.

He groaned with pure pleasure as her wet heat wrapped around him, pussy muscles spasming as he slammed home. Amy cried out, her back arching upward, and Zach took full advantage to close his hand around her full breast, his fingers pinching her already sore nipple. Kincaid could feel the effect of the torment as her pussy clenched around him again.

Wrapping his hands around her thighs as he leaned forward, pressing them against his chest, he started fucking her harder and faster. He wasn’t paying attention to what was happening on stage, and neither were Zach or Amy. Zach was watching Kincaid fuck her into the table, and Amy was looking up at him,her mouth open in a little ‘o’, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed as he pounded her toward another climax.

She felt so fucking good, her body quivering underneath his. Zach was still holding her hands down. He’d released her breast, sitting back to watch, which meant all her focus would be on the feel of Kincaid’s cock sliding back and forth inside her. He shifted his own hand on her.

With the music, the long wait, he didn’t want to have to hold back, but he did want her to cum on his cock. So, he splayed his hand out over her mound, his thumb dipping down to rub against her slippery clit with every thrust of his cock. Her head thrashed from side to side as he began to circle the little bud, his body slamming against his thumb to add pressure every time he thrust in.

Her scream of ecstasy was lost in the cacophony of sound that crescendoed around them.

Amy

She’d had the fantasy… she just hadn’t realized it would feel likethis.

Every part of her body felt like an erogenous zone; she was so sensitive after multiple orgasms. They’d gone from denial to overload, and she wasn’t sure how much she would be able to take.

Each one felt like she couldn’t possibly have another, then it happened again.

When Kincaid slid inside her, stretching her open, bending her in half, she’d been sure she was only capable of hazy floating on the cloud of pleasure that she’d already landed on. Then he’d put his hand on her lower body, this thumb on her clit, andshe’d been launched into another stratosphere, sobbing from the agonizing ecstasy of another orgasm.

Zach held her down as she fought against him, her body completely vulnerable to them. She couldn’t stop the sensual assault, couldn’t stop the painful build of sensation, couldn’t stop them from doing whatever they wanted to her.

Then Kincaid slid his hand away from her throbbing nub to grip her hips. Amy writhed beneath him, her hands now gripping Zach’s forearms as he held her in place for his boyfriend. In the flickering darkness, Kincaid’s features were foreboding, his concentration absolute, as he pounded into her.

“Please…” she begged, without knowing whether she was begging him to stop or to keep going. “Please…”

His fingers tightened, bruising her hips, and she cried out again as he slammed into her, his hard body rubbing against her oversensitive pussy and clit. It was heaven. It was hell. She sobbed as the pleasure and pain rose over her like a tidal wave and crashed, tumbling her senses like a tiny shell through the rolling waters.

Inside her, she could feel Kincaid throbbing against her clenching muscles, feel the heat as he came. She felt, more than heard, his low groan.

She was so wrapped up in him, in Zach, that she had almost forgotten there were people in the booths around them, that there was another throuple onstage. They had finished their show, and she didn’t even notice until the lights went dark again.

“My turn for dessert,” Zach whispered in her ear just as Kincaid disengaged in the darkness, his cock sliding from her aching channel.

Amy whimpered.

She must have been mad asking for this.

But she couldn’t find her voice as they spun her around.

Couldn’t bring herself to stop them.

Because even though she wasn’t sure she could take it, she still wanted them to finish it.

Zach’s mouth came down on her pussy, his tongue lapping up Kincaid’s cum the same way Kincaid had done his. Hands closed over her breasts, cupping and massaging, squeezing the tender mounds. Kincaid was playing with her while Zach feasted on her.

She couldn’t take anymore.

She really couldn’t.

Then she felt Zach’s finger rubbing through the combined juices coating her skin, felt him pushing against her anus. She cried out as his finger pushed inside the tight little hole, adding a whole new sensation to the litany she was already experiencing.

Crying out, Amy clenched, quivering. Slow tears slid down her cheeks in the darkness, as if the sensory overload was escaping through her eyes because it had no other way out.

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