Page 80 of Bodybuilders for the BBW

“That’s the spot.” Rhett tilted her mouth up to meet his. “He’s hitting you right where you need it.” Katie couldn’t even nod, but the kittenish little sounds she was making made that clear. His hand moved almost idly, playing with one swollen nipple, then another. “But he’s not giving you enough.” His eyes met mine for just a second. “Give her another finger.”

“Another?”

I made it sound like it was this momentous thing, but she’d need at least three if she was going to take me. While I was a bit above average in length, thickness wise, I was punching above my weight, and I needed Katie to want every inch I was going to give her.

“You like the stretch, don’t you, Katie?”

To demonstrate, he pulled her nipple just a little and that squirm, the way her cunt clamped down around my fingers then fluttered, was all the answer we needed. She nodded anyway. A small, frantic thing, and I loved that. Some part of me craved her being needy for us, so I pulled my hand free, glorying in the slick shine there, right before I pushed three fingers inside.

“Tight,” I groaned, knowing just how that’d feel, but right now it was her pleasure I focussed on. I moved my thumb and replaced it with my tongue. Her clit was perking up in interest, swollen now, and I strove to kiss it better, closing my lips around it, and…

“Fuck…”

Her moan was everything, because with it came a little gush and then a rhythmic pulse that made clear what was happening.

“That’s it.” Rhett used a soft voice now, a comforting one. “Good girl. Come all over his face.”

I licked her through her moans, her twitches, and then used softer, lighter strokes to lull her into a false sense of security. Her cat-like stretch made clear how she felt about this.

“Maybe I should—” she started to suggest.

“Come again.” The steel was back in Rhett’s voice. The same command he used when barking orders in a fire throbbed in his voice now. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Usually I’m…”

She had more to say, a protest that she was done, but I knew better. Her cunt hugged my fingers, clearly wanting more. My tongue started to move faster and so did my fingers, the passage easier now. She was almost dripping all over my hand.

“You were saying?” Rhett punctuated his amused question with a kiss to her neck, then a little nip. “You’re what?”

“I’m…” Her voice was all high and breathy. “I’m…”

Gonna come. I could read her like a book, knew instinctively what needed to happen next. My knuckles ground against her entrance as my lips locked down around her clit. I rode every wave of pleasure, surfing it as I began to crest, and then when she broke? I pushed her through it as she came crashing back down.

Only for me to rise up from where I was kneeling by the bed.

Hard, aching, it felt like whatever restraint I had was fraying to pieces as my mouth came down on hers.

I wanted her to taste herself on my lips, taste the need and desperation there, hers and mine. She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me closer, our tongues warring for control. This angle had me slotting between her thighs, feeling the wet kiss of her cunt, and I couldn’t help but rut against it. It was everything I needed, and yet I wanted more.

“Katie… Katie…”

Now I was the one unable to get a sentence out as she pulled back. Her eyes locked with mine as her hand slipped down between us, circling the base of my cock, the squeeze nearly undoing me. Feeling a pearl of precum ooze free was like a slap to the face, reminding me of the reality.

We were near strangers and hadn’t discussed anything when it came to birth control. That sensible, sensible thought felt like it frayed as she jacked me once, twice, three times, then angled my cock down.

“No…” She blinked, froze, and then went to pull away, but my hand went around her wrist. “Birth control… STIs…” Fuck, explain things properly, you idiot! “Condoms!” The word finally came to me. “Need condoms.”

“Shit, do we have any?”

Rhett looked around the room, but he wouldn’t know. This was my room, not his.

“Bedside table,” was my answer.

“You seem well prepared.”

Her lips twitched, and right then she couldn't have looked more beautiful. Pleasure, mischief, they sat well on her, and I had to make sure her life was full of that going forward.

“I was hopeful.” Rhett tossed the brand new packet on the bed, but before I could grab it, she had the box in hand, pulled a wrapper free, and then tore it open. “Katie…”

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