Page 108 of Sharing Shane

“Cold,” she gasped.

“Sorry.” He shifted his grip so he held the sides of her breasts, pressing them around his slick length. She looked down and realized she could see the ruddy tip peeking out from between her breasts, and this time the giggle burst free.

“Okay.” Wyatt nodded at Shane, who’d remained still while they’d been getting into position. “I think we’re set.”

“What am I supposed to do?” Veronica asked, confused as to how this was supposed to work.

“Just relax,” Shane advised. “We’ll do the work.”

He tightened his grip on her hips, pushing her so she rocked forward on her elbows. Wyatt’s cock disappeared completely when he did, buried in the valley between her breasts, held snugly around him by Wyatt’s hands.

“Yeah, that’s good,” Wyatt muttered. She glanced down again as Shane dragged her back, watching with fascinated eyes as the head of his cock reappeared.

“Do you need more lube?” Wyatt ground out, and after a moment she realized he was talking to her.

“No, it’s fine,” she breathed, rocking back and forth with Shane’s thrusts, watching Wyatt’s cock disappear and reappear each time. She could feel him as well, that firm column of flesh tucked between the soft globes of her breasts, and it was shockingly, surprisingly erotic. “Wow.”

“I told you they were perfect for this,” Wyatt said, his brilliant eyes dark now with pleasure.

“It feels good,” she admitted.

“It feels great,” Wyatt corrected, his voice deep with rising lust. “Fuck her faster, Shane.”

Shane sped up, driving into her hard enough to make her gasp. The pleasure built, but it was slow this time, and she wasn’t sure she could come again.

“Don’t worry about me,” she told them, her voice breathless from the power of Shane’s movements.

Wyatt’s eyes gleamed into hers from below, his abdomen rippling as he curled up. “Oh, we can’t have that. Can we, Shane?”

Shane grunted, his hands sliding away from her hips. “Keep moving, Veronica,” he said, so she kept rocking, back and forth, Shane gliding in and out of her pussy as Wyatt slid smoothly between her breasts. Shane gripped her ass from behind, strong hands pulling her cheeks apart, and she tightened on him.

His low laugh danced up her spine. “I love when your cunt clamps down like that,” he told her and pulled her cheeks apart harder so she did it again.

“Oh, God.”

“What do you need, Veronica?” Wyatt asked.

She shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“How about this?” Shane draped himself over her back, wrapped one arm around her hips, and reached for her clit.

“Too much,” she groaned, flinching away from his touch. “Too sensitive.”

“Make a V with your fingers, Shane,” Wyatt suggested, “and put them on either side of her clit.”

Veronica frowned. “That’s not going to—ohhhh!”

Shane grunted in her ear as his hips drove into hers, the motion pushing her clit back and forth between his fingers, working her clit without touching it directly, and it was remarkably effective,

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Wyatt panted, his cheeks flushed red as he pumped his dick between her tits.

He was close, she realized, and the knowledge that she was taking him there pushed her the rest of the way.

She came with a short cry, convulsing in Shane’s hold.

“Fuck, she’s coming, isn’t she?” Wyatt gasped, his hips speeding up. “Tell me how it feels, Shane.”

“Her cunt is clamping down on my dick,” Shane ground out, fucking her through the orgasm. “Little flutters, like a fist squeezing and releasing over and over again.”

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