Page 18 of All Hallows' Rage
“That I want to fuck you? Yes.” I kissed her again. “Absolutely.”
“I meant me on top.” Lane’s head rested on my shoulder as I watched Aimee. Her eyes moved between mine, like she was ready to analyze every word I said.
“I’ll take you in every position one day. Right now”—I pulled her onto my lap—“I want you to ride me. It’s not something I need to validate, but objectively, you’re fucking perfect. Truthfully,” I whispered, licking up the side of her neck. “I’m gonna come so deep inside you, Lane will taste me tomorrow.” She gasped as I slipped the lacy fabric from her body. I let my fingers explore her arousal, slowly pumping in and out as her wetness grew.
“Good boy,” Lane purred in my ear. Her hands on my shoulders pulled me back onto the mattress.
With encouragement from Lane, Aimee positioned herself over me and slowly sank deep on my cock. She rode me hard and steady, taking me from tip to base. Her eyes softened as she relaxed into our touches.
Lane straddled my head. Her hands planted into my chest as she hovered her pussy over my mouth. I grabbed her waist and brought her to me. I could only be teased for so long, and she was so fucking sweet. She wasn’t just wet; she’d been dripping. I licked over her entrance and sucked her clit. Their hips bucked in sync. Aimee’s soft moans grew quiet and were replaced with their kisses. She rode me harder as I matched her strokes and, in turn, pushed Lane over the edge. Her hand on my throat accompanied her thrusts over my tongue.
“Matt!” they cried out together. Lane flooded my mouth and Aimee shook as she came down.
“Holy fuck,” Aimee exclaimed as Lane sat back on the bed. I picked her up and flipped us over. A fan of red curls sprawled around her.
“Doubt this is the Holy Trinity they talk about,” I murmured against her skin as I kissed across her chest. “They call me pretty boy as a tease,” I said, licking her nipple through the lacy bra. “Be my pretty girl?”
“Gods, you better say yes!” Lane yelled, sitting above Aimee the way she did me.
“Yes, yes.” Aimee licked her deep and slow. Lane cried out and reached for my shoulders for stability. Her cheeks were flushed, and lust laced her gaze.
“Fuck my baby good,” she whispered against my lips as I pushed inside Aimee’s tight cunt. Aimee’s back arched, but her cries were muffled by Lane’s pussy. She reached down and circled Aimee’s clit with her fingers, sending her into another quick release. Her pussy squeezed around me and urged my orgasm.
“Yes, ma’am.” I whined, holding Lane’s face as I shoved my tongue down her throat. Both of them in, on, and around me sent my mind in a spiral. My skin tingled as a wave of pleasure rolled from my neck and across my body. Hot cum filled Aimee beneath me before I could stop it. The want and need to do the same to Lane kept me unbearably hard.
I backed off Aimee as the sensation grew too much. Interrupting her fun wasn’t my intention, and I’d apologize to her later, but as I stood, I caught a fistful of Lane’s hair and led her in front of Aimee’s glistening pussy. Our cum mixed and spilled onto the sheets.
“Clean her up.” Lane acted fast. With her ass propped in the air, she went down and lapped up my cum. Their sounds complemented each other. Lane’s rough, guttural grunts were softened by Aimee’s pants and cries. She slipped her fingers in Aimee’s messy cunt and licked them clean.
My hands moved down the curve of her hips and spread her knees wider. Her ass and thighs were tattooed, and I traced the black lines and swirls. I loved taking Lane on her knees. She looked at me over her shoulder and her lips glistened with my cum.
“Matt,” she whispered, swinging her hips as I teased my cock up and down her pussy.
“Yes, baby?” She was wet and throbbing. It killed me to drag this out.
“Fuck me,hard.” Her bright green eyes pleaded with me, keeping me in a trance only broken by the sound of Aimee coming on her fingers.
“Anything for you,” I promised, teasing her clit. She went back down on Aimee, who looked spent already. My fingers slipped in and out through her arousal. She was ridiculously tight even after coming, and my cock ached for her to be wrapped around me.
Lane and I had fucked each other for years, and I knew her body as well as I knew Eli’s. She moaned my name against Aimee’s pussy. I pulled back, sweeping my hand up her thigh to the apex. I slapped my fingers to the flesh of her clit. She screamed and rocked back, seeking my soothing touch as I slowly circled her. Lane refocused her attention on Aimee and I steadied her hips.
The head of my cock covered her swollen entrance. Rolling my hips, I went until I met resistance and started the cycle again. She stretched beautifully as I reached a depth that made her shiver.
Aimee’s scream came next. Her legs shook as she laughed and rolled away from Lane’s torturous mouth. “Fuck, woman. You’re killing me.”
Aimee scooted away with heaving breaths and reddened cheeks. Before Lane could get her back, I pushed her into the mattress. Sharp smacks filled the air and drowned Lane’s screams behind the covers. When I looked up, Aimee was slack-jawed with wide eyes as she watched me fuck her. Lane’s cunt was painfully tight and threatened a quick release.
And I wanted it.
I wanted it so badly.
But even as she squirted and soaked my cock, I wanted to see her when I came.
Her knees slipped as she spread wider and allowed me deeper. The woman made my fucking eyes cross with the way she took me.
“On your back,” I grunted, retreating quickly to keep my composure. Aimee was on her right and I pointed at her. “Pin that knee.”
Crawling over Lane, I pinned her left one. I trailed my hand up the column of her throat and kissed her. My tongue slid over hers as I buried my cock deep. She squirmed as I held myself against her. Lane’s clit brushed my pubic bone, and she chased after that sensation.
