Page 104 of Sharing Shane

“Yes, please.” She held her breath when he slipped his hands around her from behind. They closed gently over her breasts, his thumbs scraping over her nipples through her dress. She pushed herself into his hands, her eyes still locked on Shane as pleasure bloomed. “Harder,” she told Wyatt, her voice thick with lust. “Squeeze them harder.”

“Like this?” he asked, his hands tightening.

“Harder,” she said again, and her guttural groan as he obeyed reverberated throughout the room.

“Fuck, I love these tits,” he told her, squeezing and kneading with a firm, almost harsh touch that had her fingers tightening in his hair. “I’ve been fantasizing about getting my dick between them for weeks.”

“Really?” she gasped, her eyes drifting shut as pleasure swirled.

“Oh yeah.” He shifted his hands to push her breasts together. “Look at that. That’s prime titty fucking territory right there. Don’t you agree, Shane?”

“Yeah,” Shane rumbled, and Veronica forced her eyes open.

He stood in front of her, his hands light on her hips. His body was relaxed, his breathing even, but the blazing fire in his gaze made her pussy clench.

“Come closer,” she said and hooked her free hand in his waistband and yanked him into her.

He pressed his body against hers, trapping Wyatt’s hands on her breasts and grinding his erection into her belly. “Oh,” she said breathlessly, pushing against that delightful ridge of flesh. “You’re so hard.”

“You’re so hot,” he replied and kissed her again.

She moaned into his mouth, heat pooling in her belly as Wyatt squeezed her breasts, licked her ear, and pushed his hips into her from behind. She had hard cocks against her belly and ass, and the sheer carnal delight of it all was nearly overwhelming.

She tore her mouth from Shane’s, her breath coming in pants, and stared at him. “Shane.”

“What, baby?” His hands tightened on her hips, a delicious little pinch of pain nearly lost in the sea of pleasure.

“Will you kiss Wyatt?” she asked.

Wyatt lifted his head, his groan of approval sounding in her ear. “You want to see him kiss me, Veronica? You want to watch?”

“Yes.” She said it as clearly as she could, looking right at Shane so he wouldn’t have any doubt. His gaze held hers for a heartbeat, blazing heat in his velvety eyes, then they shifted to look over her shoulder.

“Come here, love,” he commanded, one of his big hands reaching out to tangle with hers in Wyatt’s sun-streaked hair. Veronica watched, fascinated and aroused, as they came together.

Twin moans filled the air, and Veronica caught her breath at the sheer beauty of it.

She was close enough to see Shane glide his tongue along Wyatt’s lower lip, as he so often did with her. Close enough to hear the guttural groan that rumbled up in Shane’s chest, to feel Wyatt’s hands tighten on her breasts.

It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

Wyatt broke free with a soft laugh and turned to her, heat simmering in his blue eyes. “We’re just getting started, sweetheart,” he said and she realized she’d said it out loud.

Shane rumbled an agreement, one hand still curled in Wyatt’s hair, the other clamped onto her hip. “Tell us what you want, Veronica. Tell us, and we’ll do it.”

She licked her lips. “I want the two of you naked.”

Shane’s beard twitched with his smile. “You first.”

He reached for the hem of her dress, lifting it slowly, his eyes locked on hers. Wyatt’s hands slid down to her waist as the dress moved up, his fingertips tracing the line of lace across her belly as Shane pulled the dress over her head.

“So pretty,” he murmured, tracing the soft skin of her breast above the white lace of the bra.

“You should see this angle,” Wyatt told him. His hands stroked up her thighs to the cheeks of her ass, bared by the thong that matched the bra. “Fuck, this ass.”

Shane’s mouth curved in a smile. “Wyatt’s an ass man,” he told Veronica, his fingers continuing to glide over skin now peppered with goosebumps.

“So, it’s a good thing I let Delia talk me into the thong?” she asked, shivering, and Wyatt laughed.

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