Page 35 of Double Shot

Anyone could look, anyone could see…I thought to myself then, right on the heels of that his words drifted back to me.The dirtier the better.

I lifted my mouth from his and leaned back, pulling his shirt off, some of the buttons popping and bouncing off of the floor.

He looked up at me, a carnal smile on his lips that evoked images of crazed serial killers in a slasher flick more than anything romantic or from a rom-com – but he’d said this was what he wanted, what he needed. I would provide anything, in any way I could, to make both of my men okay. Again, this wasn’t exactly a hardship; it wasn’t any kind of sacrifice even. Not when you loved someone this much.

“My God, look at you, Shady,” he sighed, leaning back to look me over, his dark gaze roving over my pale skin like I was a work of art.

“You know, I’ve missed you calling me that,” I confessed, thrusting my hips unbidden over his, grinding against his erection through his slacks. There was nothing between us but the sheer material of the panties that Roan liked so well.

“I thought you didn’t like it,” he said softly, and dragged me to him, kissing the sweet spot on the side of my neck, over the pulse point. I gave a throaty half-gasp, half-moan, and gyrated against him harder.

“I’m here for you, and right now, I’m here for you to fuck.” I gasped, with growing confidence.

He chuckled darkly against the side of my throat and nipped at my skin sharply. I bit down on a different sort of gasp.

“Are you sure you want to do this, you want to be this, for me?” he asked.

“Yes,” I answered him truthfully. “Yes, I want to be this for you, because you belong to me. You’re mine,” I said, and he growled somewhere between pride and possession.

“That’s perfect, you’re perfect. I am so proud of you.” He wrapped his arm around my lower back and lifted me slightly; his other hand he worked between us frantically to free his cock. It took much less effort on my part to ease my underwear to the side. I was already wet, and ready when he pulled me down onto him, plunging himself hilt deep in a sudden almost brutal thrust that wentall the way deep.

I shuddered, the angle wasn’t the best, and I felt crushed between his cock and his chest. I barely gasped out an “Oh God” but I wasn’t sure if the words actually formed on my lips.

I wasn’t sure if I liked the feeling or if it was just finally having him. His face, a reflection of something he’d seen on mine, definitely told me he hadlovedmy reaction to it.

“You’re going to take everything I give you, aren’t you, babe?”

“Yes,” I answered him swiftly, unequivocally.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but there might be a few moments where this won’t be gentle. You’re sure you’re okay with that?” he asked.

“Yes, whatever you desire, Mister Lachlan.” A snake of fear began to uncoil in my belly; its tail up and rattling.

“Thank you,” he murmured, and wrapped his arms around me, holding me fast. I stared into his dark smoldering eyes as he set apunishingrhythm. He pounded himself up inside me and I let go, surrendering myself to the sensation and shock of him hammering me with every inch he had.

With the sour came the sweet, however, and with patience, breathing, and that surrender to sensation, a wild and intense pleasure began to build.

I stared down into his handsome face, twisted into a mask of concentration as he fucked me, sweat beading his brow, his breath sawing in and out of his tight chest as he locked his arms around me. I felt my orgasm begin to build, my pussy tensing. I bit my bottom lip, and closed my eyes to concentrate more on that warm weight, that golden glow like the sun just pressing at the horizon waiting to make its debut.

“I want you to come on me,” he gritted out, and I was close.

“Close, so close,” I warned him, breathy, my body taking over, my mind going out to breakfast without me. I wanted it, I wanted it so bad. I wanted to come and feel the coursing impulses of pleasure flit and cycle through my being and letgo. I wanted the fear inside me to coil tighter and go back to sleep, and I wanted to give my lover everything he asked for and more.

The orgasm hit me with the force of a freight train, my body throwing back over his arm, my hair brushing the floor behind me as I cried out, my position and lack of breath from it cutting off the scream that had been building. I made a strangled noise and stared at our reflection upside down in the glass behind us as Kyle smiled with a savage glee as my pussy pulsed and scrambled for purchase around his cock. All electrical impulses in my body went haywire at his urging.

His savage grin was matched with an equally savage laugh as he took in what a beautiful mess he made of me and after a few seconds, he drew me up back into a proper sitting position in his lap.

My mouth found his, and we kissed as I twitched and pulsed around him, the actions slowing as the orgasm petered out.

“Get up, stand up,” he said with a calm I couldn’t imagine. “Bend over.”

I did as I was told, getting up and bending over the chair, my trembling knees on the cushion, my nightgown forgotten around my waist. He peeled off his shirt and let his slacks drop around his ankles and then shoved his way back inside me. I almost fell as the sensation almost overwhelmed me.

“Now, relax,” he said, and I felt the end of his finger, maybe his thumb, start massaging my asshole. The sensation rippled through my entire torso. It was somewhere between disconcerting, and something that I knew I wanted. He pushed the digit inside me, and I let out a groan that came from somewhere deep inside my abdomen.

He rode me harder, and none of the noises I made slowed him down. They seemed to encourage him. There was another finger in my ass, and I started losing myself, flashing back to when they had shared me. That had seemed a lifetime ago. My eyes were rolling up into the back of my head, and he had reduced me to a pair of holes wrapped around him.

He was talking…

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