Page 44 of Undone, Love Times Three

It happens when I run a thumb along the crack of her ass. That is something that needs to be discussed so I don’t go any further than tracing my fingers over the delicate skin.

“Yes,” she moans, rising and falling against my mouth. “Yes, ah fuck me harder, harder.”

I do as she asks, thrusting my tongue in deeper until she convulses, her cum gushing into my mouth, falling down my throat. I grip her hips so hard I’m sure I’ll leave a mark.

Blue looks down at me and I lap her clit a couple of times until she rises enough to let me catch my breath. Her breasts are heaving and her legs are shaking from holding herself up.

Tracing her nipples, I tug and pinch them, making her hips thrust against me.

“Wanna fuck you,” I say in a guttural voice. “So fucking hard. I’m going to push my dick so far inside of you baby. Fuck you all night.”

She bites her lip then rises, moving her leg over and getting up. I can’t help but stroke my dick. Following her, I get up and lean in to kiss her again. She takes over stroking me, then walks backwards, pulling my dick, leading me towards the stairs.

She yelps when I bend over and pick her up, throwing her over my shoulder. I waste no time running up the stairs asking her where to go.

She directs me to the far door and I take her inside to a large bedroom. It’s lit up by moonlight hitting the giant bed. Heading straight for it, I shift her over my shoulder and slide her down my body.

Her thighs trap my dick and I grunt as she squeezes her thighs tight.

“What are you waiting for?” she scrapes her nails over my throat, then twines her fingers in my hair.

I kiss her, hard and with authority, taking her mouth like I own it, then lower her onto the bed, climbing over her, my dick bobbing hard between our bodies. Taking it in my hand I trace it up her slit, getting it wet. I pause a moment and she points to the cabinet behind me.

There is an opened box of condoms in the top drawer and for a moment I wonder why it’s opened, jealousy ripping through my chest. When I look back at her, she’s got her feet on the end of the bed and her legs are spread.

I tear open a condom, roll it down, then climb over her, grabbing her beneath her knees and pressing them over my elbows.

When I push inside, her head rolls backwards and she lets out a cry. I can’t stop myself. I said I was going to fuck her, and that is what I do, pounding into her hard and fast. I can’t get enough of her, grabbing her tits and lifting them to my mouth.

This may well be the best night of my fucking life.

Undone

Adele

Daniel makes sure I have two orgasms that have my legs shaking and my voice hoarse from screaming for him. He follows me over the edge with a throaty, masculine groan. Afterwards, he doesn’t speak, he just kisses me, making love to my mouth in a way I’ve never experienced.

He traces every inch of my skin with his tongue, delving into my pussy until I come again. Then he turns me over and fucks me on all fours.

He doesn’t go easy on me, and I give as good as I get. Pushing back into him so he goes deep enough to hit the spot deep inside that has my mouth dropping open.

No sound leaving my throat as I experience another explosive climax.

His stamina amazes me. Never has a man made me come so many times, fucked me over and over until I spasm and my pussy hurts. Still, he doesn’t stop. Alternating his fingers and his tongue, then his thick, rock-hard dick. On the bed, against the window, the cold panes of glass making my nipples tingle. Then on the bureau which I swear we almost break.

By the time the sun is rising, I’m completely undone and sure I’ve lost the use of my legs. We pass out together, with me half lying on him, our skin slick with sweat.

The sun is beaming down on me when my eyes crack open. I shift, rubbing my thighs together, the ache between my legs brings back every memory of the night before. Rolling onto my back I turn to see the bed beside me is empty.

He left? I’m not sure how I feel about that. Wasn’t I the one to tell him not to let feelings get involved. I scrub a hand down my face and toss the covers aside. I’m starving. Fucking all night works up an appetite.

After a quick glance at myself in the mirror, I use the bathroom, wash my face and straighten up my hair. I can shower after I eat. Grabbing a robe from the back of the door, I slip my arms in and loosely tie the sash.

It shocks me when I step out onto the balcony and look downstairs. Daniel’s jacket is folded over the arm of the couch and sounds come from the kitchen. He’s still here. My heart thumps and I press a hand over it to steady myself.

He’s pouring himself a glass of water, dressed but his shirt is loose. He turns when he hears me. His eyes take in every inch of me.

“Want one?” he asks.

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