Page 23 of Pleading Innocence

“Please, Anthony,” she said.

“Fuck,” I said. “I can’t wait to fill your ass up with my dick,” I said.

“My ass?” she asked, shock evident in her voice.

“Yes, your ass,” I whispered against her cheek. “Trust me, I’ll be gentle.” I kissed her cheek as I started to massage her ass cheeks. “Do you trust me?” I asked her.

She bit her lip and nodded.

I sank my face into her ass cheeks and her anus brushed up against the tip of my nose. I stuck my tongue out and licked her stretched hole just once as she squirmed, and I turned my mouth on the red hand print that was left on her right butt cheek from spanking her. I licked the spot and kissed it, making out with the softness of her round bottom before spreading her cheeks

She pulled in a swift breath and her voice was trembling when she spoke again. “Please, guys, now. I want you both now,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said.

Mario murmured his agreement against her lips, taking delight in her tongue.

“Just show me where the lube is and I’m all yours, sweetheart,” I whispered in her ear, positioning myself.

She moaned. “Lube?” she asked.

“Uh, huh,” I said on a breath, teasing her anus with the tip of my dick.

She licked her lips and swallowed, letting out a breathy sigh as she rocked herself against me. “I don’t have any lube,” she said, her eyes still closed and her head tossed backward as Mario kissed her neck. His movements stilled and so did mine. Her eyes flew open at the sudden pause.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

I groaned. Mario groaned. And then he and I both laughed. He ran his hand through his hair, exhaling playfully, and I shook my head, flopping back against the headboard dramatically.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, confused. I pinched her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “Looks like we’re gonna have to take a rain check on that one, sweetheart,” I said.

Chapter 17

Tiffany

“Butthatdoesn’tmeanwe can’t experiment,” Mario said with a low, sexy drag of his voice as he gripped my ass and kneaded it while he smiled at me with the type of smile that told me just how horny he was for me.

My breath caught in excitement as his words burrowed through my disappointment. My body was so loose and buzzed, my vagina was drenched, and the nerve endings raced with tingles. I needed them both and hearing that I’d have to wait was torture for me.

“What do you mean?” I asked him. He leaned forward and kissed me, scooping me up off Anthony’s hips to wrap my legs around his.

“Let me show what I mean in the shower,” he said, and my heart pounded into his chest. Mario and Anthony looked at each other, grinning devilishly, and I almost burst into flames.

“Okay,” I said. He eased me off the bed, rubbing my ass and kissing me as he wore me to the bathroom. Anthony got into the shower behind us and turned on the water. He didn’t know how to maneuver the temperatures and blasted us with cold water, which caused us all to jump, collapsing into each other. Anthony shrieked and bounced into my back as I held Mario closer, trying to get as far away from the water as I possibly could. Both Anthony and my movements caused my crotch to collide with Mario’s arousal, and when his tip edged my crotch, it felt so good that any of the laughter we had in the moment fell away as I moaned so loud both men started kissing me like they were starving. The shockingly cold water did nothing to dim our arousal.

“Damn it, how do I turn the fucking warm water on?” Anthony said, pressing his body close to mine, pushing my hips so close to Mario’s hardness that I began to sweat despite the cold as heat racked my groin and spread throughout my body. I moaned and pressed my hand in Mario’s hair. He swore and laughed as he moved around Anthony to turn the warm water on as I impaled myself with him.

“Fuck,” he said as I pressed my mouth against his so hard that a slight pain sparked my lips sending a wave of electricity to my nipples, clit, and hole with such an impact that as he thrust himself inside of me, I was already on the verge of orgasming even though it had only been a couple minutes.

The warm water engulfed us, and I heard Anthony sigh before his firm lips joined with the warm, soft, glide of the water over my skin. He licked the water from my spine, and I could feel his dick rest just within the crack of my ass as he massaged my cheeks, kissing my neck as Mario fucked me.

“I’m cumming,” I started to scream, and Mario’s face tensed in desperation. The look on his face made him look like he was going to cry if I didn’t cum soon enough. And then I did, shaking so hard against him, I lost all control of my body. Anthony had to hold me up so that I didn’t fall.

Mario pulled himself out of me so fast, he almost collapsed against my breasts as he breathed heavily, panting as the water poured over his blond hair making it appear golden.

“Shit. I was so fucking close. That was so unexpected. Warn me next time, huh?” he said, kissing the dip between my breasts and lowering me to the shower floor. “No more penetration for me until I’m ready to finish, please. I don’t think I can take it,” he said, spinning me around to face Anthony as he reached for the shower gel.

I gasped at the sight of Anthony’s slender but toned body drenched in water that dripped off his head to his strong dick. He smiled as he saw me looking at him with my lips parted. His curly hair was slicked back with water and his thick dark brows were more prominent, only enhancing his sexiness. His gray eyes were framed by thick, dark long lashes that had water droplets hanging from them, reflecting off his eyes, making the gray sparkle. His dark beard with a few gray strands looked smooth to the touch and his lips were rosy and pink against sparkling white teeth.

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