Page 84 of Awakening
Watching them like that, Dana moaning into my mouth, Yanna’s tongue teasing every inch she could reach, I was in another world mentally.
I flipped Dana onto her back, legs in the air, and started pounding her while Yanna sat on her face, riding her tongue like it was a mechanical bull. I reached up, gripped Yanna’s ass, guiding her rhythm as Dana’s tongue continued to work between her thighs.
Dana was loud, wild, her fingers clawing the lounge, her body squirming under the assault of my strokes and Yanna’s dripping pussy on her tongue as I pulled out of Dana and dragged Yanna to me, flipping her over.
I slammed into her from behind, her plug still glinting between her cheeks. Her pussy gripping me like a vice, wet and pulsing as it took every inch I had to give.
“Shit, Knox!” she gasped, arching back. “Fuck me, nastier. I’m a big girl; I can take it.”
I did just that. Pounded that phat pussy hard and rough, not showing it an ounce of mercy.
“Yesssssss, baby, just like that,” she moaned.
She reached for Dana’s face again, kissing her messy, fingers tangled in her curls as I fucked her so deep her moans came out slurred.
Their bodies being in sync with each other like true lovers, they both orgasmed back-to-back, Dana squirting all over the lounge, Yanna creaming all over my dick.
“Take all this nut, baby,” I growled, pulling Yanna close, wrapping my arm around her chest as I buried myself one last time.
I exploded inside her, wave after wave, grunting her name like it burned on my tongue. When I pulled out, she collapsed onto Dana, both of them panting, spent, glistening, and used exactly how I wanted them.
Yanna looked over her shoulder with a smile that said she’d been fucked thoroughly but wanted more.
I should’ve been done.
But I wasn’t.
Not with the way Yanna’s back arched as she stretched, that jeweled plug winking up at me again, and Dana’s thighs parted slightly as she shifted, revealing that creamy mess still leaking from her swollen pussy.
I licked my lips and sat up. “You two thought I was finished?”
Yanna turned her head lazily and grinned like a cat with cream on her tongue. “We hoped not.”
Dana rolled onto her stomach, ass in the air, chin propped on her forearms. “Show us you’ve got more than pretty words and one round in you.”
As I was about to eat Dana from her pussy to her ass, there was a knock at the door.
We knew who it was and we couldn’t wait to continue the night with them. I didn’t say a word. I just got up, naked, still half-hard, and opened the door.
Caleb walked in shirtless, tattoos gleaming in the low light, eyes locked on his wife, a smirk on his face, pleased that she’s lying there thoroughly fucked and satiated. Ahmir made his way in tall, broad, jaw tight like he was trying to decide whether to watch or dominate, his eyes onDana, as he licked his lips. Finally, Maverick made his way to me, his dark eyes flicking between Yanna and me, a smirk on his face as if to say, “Nigga I told you.” My eyes made it to Ajaih, lips swollen and face flushed as if to say she’d been thoroughly fucked. She stepped in behind them wearing a black silk robe and nothing else, proof that the four of them had their own private party as well.
Maverick was guiding Ajaih backward onto the lounge like she was precious cargo as she opened her legs, bold and bare, and pulled him down by the waistband of his pants.
“You’ve been teasing me all damn night,” she whispered, running her hand over his dick, now thick and straining.
He leaned in, kissed her softly. “And now you’re gonna take every inch of it.”
Making my way back to Dana, I grabbed her by the hips, dragging her toward me until her knees hit the floor and her face was pressed against the cushion. I leaned over her back, sliding the tip of my still-hard dick along her slit, teasing the entrance, smearing our mixed mess across her folds.
She moaned, already so damn sensitive and responsive, but backed into me like she needed it more than air. I didn’t go slow this time. I slammed into her pussy, hard and deep, grabbing her neck and yanking her head back.
“Say my fuckin’ name.”
“Knox!” she gasped. “F-fuck, you feel—ahhh—so fucking deep!”
Yanna sat up to watch, hand drifting between her thighs, rubbing slow circles over her clit. “Fuck her harder,” she whispered. “I need to see her fall apart again.”
I gave her what she asked for, rocking into Dana with filthy strokes, hips snapping with precision. Her body clapped back against mine with every thrust. The nasty sound of my dick wading through her gushing wet pussy echoed off the mirrored walls. She screamed into the velvet cushion, fingers digging into it, ass shaking from the impact of her release as her pussy sprayed all over my dick.
