Page 69 of Full Mountie

Her hand lands in the small of my back. She hesitates there, her fingers fidgeting, then she smooths her palm lower. Heat races through me as she curves her fingers over my ass.Cupcake, I think. Maybe. I don’t know.

It’s one thing for a guy—for Hugh—to work my cheeks open and lube me up.

It’s another for a woman I’ve practically put on a pedestal to see or feel me split open.

But you gotta trust the dick.

And the dick is thumping hard as Beth explores the tense curves of my backside.

I stop breathing entirely when Hugh’s mouth drifts to my neck and at the same time, Beth rolls her fingertip along the edge of my crack. Takes a stroll all the way down the cliff’s edge, but never tumbles over.

And then she’s shifting again, touching Hugh, and I stop thinking about what she’s doing and give in to the sensations.

Hugh, stroking me hard against his own cock. Flexing and straining muscles. Mine and his. Bumping chests, then soft skin too, as he draws her between us.

A rush of air as she drops to her knees, then her mouth. No, just her tongue.

I groan and look down between our bodies.

She’s licking us both. Back and forth, everywhere Hugh’s hand isn’t. Wet tips, swollen balls.

Hugh shifts to the side, dropping his own erection so it swings wildly, obscenely, for a second. He fists me tight. “Suck him deep, beautiful. I want you to gag on him.”

She slides her mouth over my crown, lapping and licking.

Lust hazes my vision as I watch Hugh sheath himself in a condom, then kneel behind Beth.

“Don’t stop,” he murmurs, and she doesn’t, even as he guides her up, then settles her back on his lap slowly, filling her with his cock.

Never in my life have I seen anything as hot as Beth’s wide eyed look of almost alarm as he stretches her out, followed by an undeniable smile before she swallows my cock again.

He’s got his arms wrapped around her, one low across her hips, the other across her breasts, and he’s moving her entire body up and down. She still doesn’t miss a beat in blowing me.

My balls are heavy, full for her again, and the noble thing to do would be to hold it in until she comes first, but I’m strung up and tortured and her mouth is magic.

I don’t stand a chance.

When her breath dances against the underside of my cock, I groan a plea. “Lick there. Right there.”

Her tongue swipes at that sensitive spot on the bottom of the tip, where my foreskin pulls back, and I thrust my hips forward.

Another swipe, and the plug rocks inside me.

Fuck.

Fucking fuck.

“Your tongue…” I whisper, shaking now.

She licks around the head of my cock like it’s an ice cream cone and the slippery pre-come flowing out of me is Madagascar vanilla. Too precious to let even a drop slide by.

Fucking fuck.

Fuck.

My brain short circuits as her hand tightens, pumping my length. The third stroke of her hand bumps my cock against her tongue, and that’s it. That’s the thing that will explode my mind. A few more tugs and everything’s gone black, pure pleasure.

Sweet, warm mouth. Firm, nimble fingers.

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