Page 19 of Going Deep
Michael’s lips pressed to the side of her neck, the scrape of his teeth against her sensitized flesh making her jolt. “That excites you?”
“It’s—” She swallowed hard and watched the first man stroke his condom-covered cock. It glistened in the light, the lubricant making it shine, and somehow that made it even hotter.
“It’s what?” Michael murmured.
She shook her head and swallowed a moan when the man positioned himself against the woman’s backside.
“You’ve never done this, I take it?”
“No”, she managed, her eyes locked on the trio in front of her. The woman arched as the man in front of her held her still, and the one behind penetrated her anus.
The trio in the room moaned, and Ginger couldn’t hold back a whimper of her own. Her skin felt hot, stretched tight, and so sensitive the brush of her own clothes made her quiver. Her knees weak, she wobbled on her ice-pick heels, and Michael’s hands came around her waist to steady her. She leaned back, letting him take her weight, and felt the unmistakable thrust of his erection against her bottom. Operating on instinct, wanting the contact, the pressure—something, anything to help ease the ache—she pushed back.
His groan sounded in her ear, his hands tightening reflexively on her abdomen. “You’re tempting me, Ginger.”
“I’m sorry,” she gasped and tried to pull away. Hard hands dragged her back, one sliding up from her belly to skim over her breasts before landing lightly at the base of her throat.
Desire swirled higher at the sensation of being restrained, and she let her head fall back to rest against his shoulder.
“That’s it,” he murmured, lips moving over her earlobe. “Just keep watching them, darling.”
She couldn’t look away. The men were moving, the one in front pulling out as the one behind slid in, then reversing so the man behind slid out as the one in front thrust in. Back and forth, they held her firm between them as they used her body for their pleasure.
“Do you see how much she loves it?” Michael’s palm pressed lightly on her neck, just enough for her to feel him when she swallowed. “Look at her face. You can see everything she’s feeling. Pleasure, surrender.”
The hand on her belly slid up so his arm pressed across her ribs, pushing up against her breasts so they rested on his forearm. “You can see it in her breasts. See how tight and hard her nipples are?”
Ginger’s breathing had grown labored, each exhale a soft moan. Her eyes were riveted on the trio in the room, but her mind and her body were under the spell of the man behind her.
“Are your nipples hard, Ginger?” he whispered.
She didn’t answer, just didn’t have the breath for it, and he bit her earlobe in a light reprimand.
“Are they?” he repeated.
“Yes,” she said, her voice no more than a husky groan.
“That woman in there getting double fucked is going to come.” His arm around her ribs tightened, lifting her slightly and pressing her back against him. “Do you want to come, Ginger?”
Heat flooded through her, a tidal wave of it. His arm nudged her breasts, making her shirt scrape across her nipples, the friction drawing them almost painfully tight. And in her belly, her core, was the heavy beat of arousal.
“Do you?” he prompted.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Watch,” he ordered.
Helpless to do anything else, she obeyed, eyes locked on the trio in front of her. Their once rhythmic movements had become erratic, jerky. Both men were plunging deep in unison, no longer concerned with alternating their thrusts as they raced to completion. The woman arched back as far as her bonds would allow, her mouth opening on a silent scream, her body jerking as she came.
And roaring, both of the men fucking her pushed deep and held and joined her.
“Oh, God,” Ginger whispered. Her body was taut, her pussy wet and needy and oh God, the scene in front of her had her right on the edge, tension heavy in her belly and tight in her breasts, so close she could all but taste it.
“Look at her, Ginger,” Michael whispered. “See how she shakes and shudders, her body not hers to control?”
“I see,” she whispered. Her thighs rubbed slickly together, ass grinding back on the erection that felt like a brand against her. “I see.”
“Do you want that?” he asked. “Is that what you want?”
