Page 34 of Seeking Two Lovers

He hands grasped my thighs, yanking me up onto my knees, and I pressed my face into the mattress, my core aching to be filled even though the rest of me felt spent. My skirt spilled forward toward my ears, and Scott didn’t even bother taking my panties off. He pulled them aside and sank into me with one slow push.

Stretched the fuck out in delicious bliss…

“God,” I moaned the word like a curse, my back bowing even more to suck Scott deeper into my body.

“Ah, fuck.” He squeezed my cheeks apart, baring my asshole to him, but I didn’t care—he stuffed me full of his hard dick, and I couldn’t think beyond how delicious he felt buried deep inside me. “So hot. Tight.”

I made some sort of garbled, strangled noise, fisting my hands in the comforter when he didn’t retreat and thrust right away like I craved.

His length jerked inside me, but he didn’t move, his groin hot against my ass cheeks.

Panting, I wiggled, needing something…more.

“Be still,” he stated, his thumbs gliding up through my cleft to feather over my asshole.

Another whimper left me as I bucked toward him, ignoring the strands of hair across my mouth, sticking to my lips. “Please. Fuck me,” I groaned, dragging out the “e” like a petulant child.

He chuckled and pulled back, his thickness dragging along my inner walls and sending another rush of arousal through my blood. I’d come harder than I had in months from his fingers and tongue playing me like a violin, but at the friction of his length inside me, my pussy hopped back aboard the “get off again” train.

“This ass…” Scott squeezed my cheeks and took his time filling me with one slow glide.

“Yes,” I moaned, shivering even though sweat readied to break out over my heated skin.

Lust rippled over me as he bottomed out with a groan, and I arched my back deeper, pressing toward him.

“Again,” I breathed the word, and bless his gracious heart, he gave me what I asked for. Smooth thrusts, slow undulating rocking of his hips like those damn male strippers who drove women worldwide to salivating with their dance moves.

“So wet.” He ran his thumbs around where he stretched me while dragging out, slick pads sliding over my asshole as he sank back in.

I opened my eyes and craned my neck, needing to see him move.

And move he did, his abs rippling with every slow thrust, his hips gyrating rather than straight on thrusting like they were made for fucking a woman senseless.

Trouble.

“Fuck.” I moaned and slammed my eyelids shut again as he continued to rim my puckered hole with his thumb. Watching him fuck me would ruin me for any other man.

He was that good.

That…delicious.

I could visualize those hips, those abs, behind my closed eyelids, ramping up my lust, the wetness he glided through.

He applied pressure to my ass, teasing rather than breaching.

“Touch yourself for me, Lily. I want you to come all over my cock.”

I groaned and obeyed, sliding my fingertips over my clit like he did to my asshole, because there was no way in hell I wasn’t getting off a second time with his perfect dick wrecking me.

He started moving faster but no less sensuous, rocking into me hard enough that he hit my cervix. A tap to my pucker, and he whispered, “Let me in.”

I bore down like I did when playing with myself, and his thumb slid inside my body without much resistance. “Christ are you hot inside here,” he groaned as though through gritted teeth, finger fucking my ass in opposition to his length in my pussy.

“Fuck,” I drew the word out, smooshing my face against the mattress, and strummed the hell out of my swollen bundle of nerves, the closest I’d ever been to fulfilling my fantasy.

“Yeah…fuck yeah. You’re a soaked mess. So. God. Damn. Perfect.” Words rocked from his lips in time with his hips. “Fuck, I wish I could fill you with my cum.”

Aaand, at that image he created in my head, I erupted, shrieking my release. Scott slammed into me harshly until I collapsed onto the mattress, every inch of me tingling, my breath escaping in hard pants.

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