Page 331 of Hell Hath No Fury
I bucked when the stranger’s tongue swiped over my skin, and Cooper’s arms wrapped around me. “What’s he doing to you?”
I tried to keep my voice steady and found myself glad we were blindfolded so he couldn’t see my expression. “He’s eating my ass.”
Cooper shifted my mask just high enough for his breath to rush over my lips, and I felt him twitch inside me. I smiled. “You’re so hard, and it feels so good.”
“Rose,” he murmured, his hand on the back of my head.
I kissed him, soft and slow. “We’re almost there.” I rolled my hips, and Cooper groaned. “Kiss me.”
The stranger’s mouth moved away from my rear, but before I could complain, a finger was slowly pushed inside. My body tightened against the intrusion, but then relaxed a little when Cooper pressed his lips to mine, his hand upon my cheek and the other threaded into my hair. Our tongues met, the stranger quit playing, and I heard the snap of a condom.
I wondered how big he’d be. If he’d be long with just the right amount of girth like Cooper, or if he would have more thickness and less length.
It turned out, he had both in spades, and I withheld a scream as the stranger pushed himself inside my ass.
Cooper paused, stilling completely beneath me. I grabbed his cheek and kept his mouth on mine, knowing we had to do this, and it was too late to back out now anyway.
It felt like a cylinder of knives had been inserted inside me. It burned, and it stung, and I felt tears collect in my eyes. I tried to concentrate on Cooper, on his cock, on his soft mouth, and rolled my hips a little.
I was so full, and I must have said so out loud, as both males grunted, and Cooper’s lips tore away. “Fuck, is it good?”
It wasn’t, not yet, and my ragged breathing gave me away. “Breathe,” the stranger said. “Long and deep in, just like our cocks, and let it drag slowly out.”
This guy was obviously one sick fuck, and I didn’t know whether I loved or hated it.
Even so, I listened to his perverted advice. Cooper’s hand remained on my cheek and his other left my hair to trail his fingers up my spine.
The stranger could no doubt see, of course, and followed suit, the pads of his fingers rough and tickling as they roamed up and down my thighs.
Slowly, I relaxed, and slowly, the man behind me eased all the way in.
I bit my lip, a small whimper escaping.
“How does it feel?” Cooper asked, his voice low and weighted, palm twitching over the side of my face.
“Full,” I admitted. “I feel really fucking full.”
Cooper cursed, bringing my mouth back to his. As his tongue danced with mine, I wriggled my hips, trying to adjust to a feeling that felt wrong in so many ways, even as sensations that tingled and felt so damn right began to creep in.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I stole my lips from Cooper’s. “Can you feel him?”
He inhaled and exhaled with a roughness that spoke of extreme desire. He wanted to come, but he’d become an expert in holding back in recent months. “Kind of, yeah.”
I shivered, and Cooper grunted as I pushed myself up with my hands on his chest.
“Touch her tits,” the stranger said, backing up a little. “Touch them as if no one else were here but you.”
Cooper’s hands wrapped around my small breasts, his thumbs circling my beaded nipples in that torturous way he knew drove me wild.
The stranger drove all the way back inside my ass. “Do you normally just sit on your boyfriend, Rose? Do you even know how to fuck him?” Heated breath fluttered over my shoulder. “Or does he only fuck you?”
“I do,” I said, too turned on to be offended. “I do know.”
“Then show us.” He squeezed and shifted my hips. I circled them, pain fading into a dull and hungry ache. “Good girl,” he crooned.
Cooper’s fingers clenched around my breasts. “I wish I could see you right now.”
“Imagine it,” the stranger said. “Me in her ass and you in her cunt while she’s sandwiched between us, trapped until she breaks apart on our cocks.”
