Page 64 of Needed in the Night
With a chuckle, he returned to my pussy, lapping at my slit and teasing my clit. I cried out and rode his face, pinching mynipple with one hand and holding onto his head as he speared me with his tongue.
When he urged me to put one foot on the back of the sofa, I did so, and he rewarded me by turning his attention to my clit. I wailed and held on to him desperately as he took me to the edge of bliss.
I came with a cry, held tight against his mouth by his enormous strength so I couldn’t move away until he’d wrung every shudder from me.
When my legs gave out, he guided me down his body slowly, his mouth and tongue traveling over my abdomen to my breasts as my pussy and ass came to rest against his dripping cocks.
As he sucked on my nipples, I slipped the tips of his cocks inside me one at a time. Their heat and size felt so, so good, and I could take him more easily after my orgasm. Bursts of precum splattered my ass and thighs and he groaned.
“Isla,” he grated, his hips bucking as he pulled me against his chest. “You will drain me dry.”
“I hope so.” I stroked him slowly, deliberately, with both hands. “I intend to leave you with nothing left in those beautiful balls.”
His cocks leapt in my hands in eagerness. I kissed him deeply.
He held his upper cock steady as I braced myself on his shoulders and worked my way down until the bumps behind his cock head rubbed against my G-spot. I shuddered and whimpered.
“You see, I am made for you,” he said, holding me to his chest. “Can you make yourself come, my Isla?”
I could certainly try.
Crying out into his chest, I circled my hips and moved up and down until I found the precise rhythm and angle that sent me careening back toward release.
As the pitch of my cries rose, he gripped my hips andbounced me gently on his cock until I screamed and came, my back arching and head falling back.
“Gods above, Isla,” he ground out. He lifted me free of his cock and rose, positing me on my hands and knees on the sofa. Holding my hips so I didn’t fall over onto my side, he pressed the thick head of his lower cock against my pussy as his upper cock rested on my ass.
“My mate,” he rasped. “Spread your legs more for me.”
Gasping and whimpering, I did, bracing myself with both hands on the back of the sofa.
The head of his upper cock pushed inside me, enormous and hot. My cry blended with his groan.
As if he was savoring every moment or fighting to control himself, or both, he thrust, filling me a centimeter at a time. Every bump and nub made me cry out, even as slowly as he moved.
“Mikas,” I wailed. “Mikas, oh gods.”
He didn’t stop until he’d buried himself all the way to the hilt, including the partially swollen knot at the base of his cock. His upper cock slid over my ass, hot and wet and dripping precum.
“Isla.” He caressed my back. “You are so beautiful, and you take me so perfectly.”
Slowly, he withdrew from me, the bumps and nubs of his cock stroking me in places I had seldom felt friction. And when that bump just behind his cock head found my G-spot, I wailed again.
“Ah, there it is,” he murmured. “This is what you like.”
He pumped in and out of me less slowly, stroking that bump over my G-spot so I cried out and clenched around him.
He slipped his lower cock free and plunged his upper cock in. In this position, its distinct shape meant a symphony of new sensations and frictions. My cries turned desperate.
In the midst of that bliss, he slipped his slick fingers into myasshole. I came apart again, this time fluttering and clenching around his fingers and his cock.
“Yes, Isla,” he said, his hand on my hip holding me steady as his fingers stretched me gently. “Relax. You are almost ready for me.”
He stroked himself to gather more lubrication and added yet another finger for me to grind on. Gods, it felt so good.
His fingers slipped free, he drew back, and then his slick, hot upper cock pressed against my asshole—larger still than three of his fingers. Gods, yes. This was everything I wanted. I clutched the sofa until my knuckles turned white, ready for that delicious combination of pleasure and pain.
But as his hot slickness dripped onto and into me, I felt myself…relax. “Oh,” I breathed.
