Page 36 of Pleading Innocence

Oh my word, when she clenched around me, the only thing I could focus on was how good the tightness of her felt wrapped around my shaft. All my worries disappeared and I crumbled underneath the desire for more of her. Her moans had me on the edge. It was hard not to be conscious of the fact that I could still feel Mario’s dick, but I was lost in my arousal from her grip, her ass, and how soft she felt beneath my fingertips. Her back, her moans, her hair, her freckles, and her flushed skin made it even harder to think about anything else.

Man, she was so fucking hot, and I just about came when she asked us to move within her. When I looked at how her pink hole stretched to accommodate me and how satisfied she seemed with having us both in her body, opening herself to us in a far more surrendered way, I became overwhelmed with emotions. The blood in my chest separated and floated within me like a paintbrush dipped in fresh water. My heart bloomed like a rose, fluttering and spreading apart until it was too big for my chest.

A breath escaped me in a rush as the feeling that my chest was about to burst sent blood rushing toward my dick, causing it to pound within her. I reached down to run my hand through her hair and massage her scalp with such tenderness that now I understood how Mario was able to do it that day when he was on the verge of bursting. This was paradise, too pleasurable to put into words. And somehow, the soft, tender strokes amplified my response. The flutter of her hair over my hand sent fireworks shooting off inside my body.

“Fuck,” I said as I began to move slowly within her ass, realizing now that I was in some sense of the word taking her ass virginity, and for once the thought of being someone’s first didn’t scare me. It was so fucking hot as the lube had me sliding in and out of her tightness with just the slightest bit of tension. That tiniest bit made it so that I had to check in.

“How does that feel?” I asked, stroking her spine as my eyes started to sweat from the buildup of intensity in a moment that felt magnified somehow by her trust and my desire to be so attuned with her body, I couldn’t think about myself.

“So good,” she bit out.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

She nodded. “So sure,” she said, and as I pulled myself out, not completely of course, her back humped and she took in such a huge breath it sounded like the air was being sucked out of her lungs. “So good,” she whimpered—and damn it, I needed more of her.

I leaned over to run my hand beneath her belly and up to her breasts as I pressed into her again. “Yes,” she said. “Please. More. Mario,” she begged.

He groaned and his hands gripped her hips. Soon, it was not only her that could feel him moving within her walls. I could feel him slam against her through the thin line between her anus and vagina. “Yes!” she yelled.

“You like that?” he asked her.

She nodded and searched for the sheet next to her to grip onto, but it made her unstable. She held onto his chest, and I could see her short nails digging into his pecs as he growled. He actually growled, pushing his hips up to keep thrusting. There was nothing I could do but match his pace. The grip of her ass and his dick put constant pressure on my shaft because her body was full of us. My eyes felt like they were spinning. My eyeballs felt like they turned into fucking tornadoes and I began to whine, started fucking crying from how good she felt.

Oh fuck, we needed to switch positions because I had to stop. I was about to cum, and she hadn’t cum yet. Shit. I pulled out, shaking, and from how red my hands were, I could tell that my whole body looked like I’d just come fresh out the oven.

She cried. “No, please.”

Leaning forward to kiss her ass, I was trying hard to not let even my own fucking legs brush up against my dick because it was too fucking sensitive. “I was about to cum. You feel too fucking good. Mario, let me get in on that pussy,” I said with an exhausted laugh.

His hips slowed and they both shook. “Want me in your ass?” Mario asked quickly, and she nodded. He gave her a quick kiss. I could admit that Mario was thicker and longer than I was. I wasn’t insecure about it. I’d never had any complaints about my dick before. But I understood when he asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, please,” she said, hopping off him.

My movements were fast as I slid the condom off my dick from the bottom, upward, tossing it on the black towel on the floor. My relief in switching places allowed my dick to just chill the fuck out for a moment. I lay on my back and watched her climb over me, her long red hair falling over her shoulders to create a cloak around the both of us.

“I just wanted to look at your beautiful face,” I said, grinning up at her as I hooked my fingers in her hair and brought her lips down to mine. She flashed me a smile that made my heart go wild, kissing me fast before I felt her wet pussy accept me with ease, enveloping me with warmth, and I sighed, closing my eyes.

“Oh, you look so good when you do that,” she moaned, rubbing her hips over me as Mario searched his goodies bag for his extra-large condoms.

I smiled. “When I do what?” I asked her, moving up to suck her breast in my mouth.

She threw her head back and laughed, then whined. “Oh, you look so fucking good when you do that too,” she said, and as I looked up at her, she gasped, pushing me backward to suck on my lips as she rode the fuck out of me.

I held her hips still so I could drill her and watch as she bounced on top of me while I listened to her ass slapping against my pelvis.

She shook around me as Mario’s large frame came up behind her out of nowhere, lowering over the both of us to whisper in her ear. “Mind if I join in?” he asked.

“Oh, shit,” she said, and I felt her vagina muscles tense, clutching my dick as her eyes squeezed shut. She stopped moving before her hand came up to grip my neck, and I could feel her cum all around me.

“Fuck,” I said, holding her by the jaw, kissing her and sticking my tongue in her mouth, moving it against hers—warm, wet, and soft.

“Mmm,” she moaned, before looking over her shoulder at Mario, who was fingering her ass. I knew because I could feel it through that thin wall stroking my dick. I was still straight as an arrow, but man, that felt good, and the dirtiness of it made Tiffany that much hotter to me.

His lips caught hers just as she turned her head toward him, and I could hear her moan next to my ear as their mouths slapped against each other. “Take me, Mario, please,” she said, breaking the kiss and moving her ass, simultaneously riding my dick as she bared her asshole to him.

“Fuck,” I groaned, licking her neck. “You’re so fucking hot.”

The sound of lube squirting from the bottle preceded the shaking of her body as the cold of it touched her ass. She moaned as she gripped me within her. My hands were in her hair again, pushing it out of her face as I kissed her, because her body was overheating. She rocked a little against me until she gasped. It wasn’t the gasp that told me she was being penetrated—and I didn’t feel Mario in there, so I was guessing she wasn’t—yet Mario was moving against her.

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