Page 111 of Sharing Shane

Shane’s gaze flicked down her body, and a lazy grin curled his lips. “Need some help there, babe?”

She looked down, surprised to find her hand buried between her legs. She let out a snort and wiggled her fingers, then laughed again at the wet squelch the action produced. “I guess that turned me on.”

“I guess so,” Wyatt chuckled. He reached out to trail a finger along the inside of her thigh, chuckling when she shivered. “Want some help?”

“Oh, that’s okay,” she said even as her cunt clenched at the thought. Now that she wasn’t so focused on watching them, her own needs were making themselves known.

“I know that voice,” Shane rumbled, and pushed himself off Wyatt. “That’s her ‘wanna fuck’ voice.”

Wyatt grimaced slightly as Shane pulled free, then rolled over to his hands and knees. He grinned at Veronica, the look he gave her so strikingly sexy she lost her breath for a moment, and by the time she got it back again she was flat on her back and he was hovering over her.

“Hey, there,” he murmured.

“Hi,” she whispered back.

“So, I know this has been a lot,” he said casually, like she wasn’t lying there with his come drying on her tits. “You’ve done a lot of new stuff today.”

And how she thought. She’d sat on Wyatt’s face while Shane fucked her, let Wyatt fuck her tits—also while Shane fucked her, and watched Shane fuck Wyatt in what was surely the hottest sexual moment of her life. And she hadn’t even been a part of it.

“And I understand completely if the answer to this next question is no.”

That got her attention. “What question?”

“Can I fuck you?”

Her breath caught in her throat, her gaze trapped in his. “You want to?”

“Oh, yeah, I want to.” His smile was devilish as his eyes raked down her torso, down her come-covered breasts and back again. “The question is, do you?”

“I do, but...” She looked around, her chest going tight when she couldn’t see Shane. Then he stepped out of the bathroom and walked to the side of the bed.

“Babe?” He sat down and reached for her, his hand smoothing over her hair, his dark eyes filled with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she said, her breath sighing out with pleasure and relief. “I just wanted you here.”

He smiled, his fingers brushing over her cheek. “What, did you think I was going to go watch a baseball game?”

She shook her head, desire streaming back in a flood. “No, it’s just...Wyatt wants to fuck me. Is that okay with you?”

“Is it okay with you?” he countered.

“I want to,” she admitted. “But only if you’re okay with it.”

“Yeah, babe.” He leaned down to kiss her, nipping at her bottom lip the way she liked. “I’m okay with it.”

“Okay,” she said again and turned back to Wyatt, who was watching her with tender amusement. “Yes, Wyatt. You can fuck me.”

“Thank fuck,” he groaned dramatically, making Shane laugh, and leaned down to kiss her. He nibbled his way down her neck, lighting little fires everywhere he touched. “Shane, will you get me a condom?”

“Way ahead of you,” Shane said and held up a foil packet. Wyatt stopped kissing her and took it, sitting back on his haunches to tear it open and roll it on, then took the bottle of lube Shane passed him.

“She likes a lot of it,” Shane told him, and both he and Veronica watched Wyatt stroke himself until he gleamed.

He lowered himself back down, his knees nudging between hers. “Spread your legs, beautiful,” he told her and she did, opening them wide and watching, breath held, as he brought his cock to her cunt.

“Oh my God,” she whispered and felt Shane’s hand in her hair tighten.

“Look,” he said in her ear, his voice like gravel. “See how hard his cock is, how hot it looks pushing into you?”

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