Page 6 of To the Moon and Back

It did.

I cried out, a wailing sound that Nial caught in his mouth. My entire body spasmed and my pussy contracted around Rich’s dick. Ecstasy was a thick, luxurious flood that filled me as he found his pleasure. He gave three hard shunts then withdrew.

In an instant Nial was there, his cock slipping in where Rich’s had just been. Hard, solid and demanding.

“Nial,” I gasped, locking my feet in the small of his back. “Oh God, yes.”

“Come again, you know you can.” He gritted his teeth.

“Yes. Yes.” I could. I would. My pussy was still gripping and releasing.

He didn’t linger, just set up a fast, furious pace.

Rich smoothed my hair back from my brow. He was breathing fast, his cheeks red. “You’re magnificent,” he said, his eyes flashing. “So damn hot for us.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I managed through Nial’s wild thrusts. “Oh…it’s coming again…”

And it was, the pressure was stacking up, getting ready to topple. Nial was getting it just right, his cock stimulating that hot-spot on the inside and his body riding wild and hard on my clit.

“Oh!” I held my breath. The second orgasm was going to be deep and intense. The power of it had me shaking.

“I’m coming…” he shouted, as if wanting the entire campsite to know. “I’m fucking coming.”

I came with him. Clinging to him. Forgetting where he ended and I began. My pussy was pulsing, pleasure radiating from it into my belly and chest. Bright lights flashed before my eyes even though they were open and my heart thudded against my ribcage.

He ducked his head and found my mouth. Rich did the same and we kissed, three-way, as the ecstasy extended. I was hot, trembling and basking in satisfaction. It was as if it had filled every nerve and cell of my body.

“Rich. Nial,” I gasped. “I love you both so much.”

“And we love you,” Rich said, smiling.

“Ditto.” Nial dropped his weight on me, not lots, just enough for me to sigh out a juddering breath. “More than you’ll ever know, Lacy.”

Chapter Three

We slept late the next morning, dozing in the orange warmth of the tent. Limbs entwined, flesh on flesh, and gentle snores.

Eventually I reached for my phone. “Hey, guys, it’s nearly twelve.”

“What?” Rich sat bolt upright, his hair sticking up wildly.

Nial murmured something and turned over to face the wall, giving me a good view of his sexy butt.

“The first act I want to see is on stage at one,” I said, hunting for my t-shirt. “Time to get up and going.”

Rich reached for his boxers and pulled them on.

“Hey, Nial,” I said, stroking his smooth ass cheeks. “Come on.”

“Leave me alone.”

I chuckled, drew back my hand and slapped his ass, hard.

“Ouch!” He jerked away then sat, frowning.

Rich laughed. “Your woman says it’s time to get up, it’s time to get up.”

Nial rubbed his butt. “She’s a slave driver.”

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