Page 79 of South of The Skyway

Chest heaving, sparkling blue eyes hooded with desire, she reluctantly raised herself up and into my arms. Once she was steady, I turned her toward the headboard. Wrapping around her from behind, I braced one arm across her waist, and pulled her up and into my torso, shifting my other hand to rub over the side of her ass.

“And his friend?”

“Kissing her, hands on her chest—” She groaned as my front hand transitioned in favor of a steady rotation between her breasts. “He—”

“What, Ace?What does he do?” I prompted when she came up short.

“Eiffel tower.”

“What?” I said, chuckling at whatever code word she’d thrown out that I was unaware of. So much for being the older, more experienced one of the two of us. What the hell did she read in those books?

“She sucks him…while the other fucks her from behind.”

“Oh.” God damn, the visual was intense. How a man could be equally consumed by lust and rage, I would never be able to understand. But I kept playing, releasing my hold and setting a palm between her shoulders to guide her onto her hands and knees. This time, I didn’t hesitate to slide my throbbing dick up and into her soaked center, rewarded with her cry of pleasure as she bowed forward onto the bed. I might not be able to rail her like two men, but I could damn well show her she didn’t need them.

“Were they gentle?” I rasped, voice ragged as my restraint cracked, muscles trembling with the need tomove. She shook her head, frantic as she arched her ass into me. Holding back my need to spill inside her, I finally started to roll my hips. Cock rock hard, I fucked into her tight, wet center, relishing as her walls clenched around me. Sliding my hand across her neck to her throat, I traced the line of her lips before pressing two fingers to the seam.

“Suck,” I ordered. The demand sent a tremor through her body, threatening to milk my orgasm right out of me. But she did. She turned her face, giving me the perfect view as her pink lips wrapped around my fingers, eyes sliding closed as she sucked deep. Riding her hard, our bodies made obscene, wet noises as my balls slapped against her, and I fought back the release barreling down my spine. Right as her body tightened around mine, that telltale flex of her walls gave me just enough time to pull free, slipping my fingers from her mouth simultaneously.

This moan was frustrated, her protest punctuated by my name. “Rhyett, please.”

“Is that how they finished her, baby? Just like that?”

Panting, she shook her head.

“I didn’t think so. Finish the story, Ace.”

“He…the friend…”

“Yes?”

“He fucks her from the front.”

Blood pounding in my ears, my cock jerked, pre-cum gleaming on the tip. I slid my palm down the length, wiping it away as I demanded, “And the blonde?”

“He—” she cut herself off, turning to glance at me, but slamming her eyes shut when I started to drag my cock out of her, shifting back with tantalizing slowness.

“What, baby? What does he do?”

“He—”

I chuckled when she cut herself off again, her skin flushing pink. Curling over her, I pressed a kiss to her temple as she fought for oxygen. “Behind these closed doors, there’s no shame inanythingthat you want. Do you understand me?” When she nodded, I gave a demanding thrust, relishing in her answering whimper. I would do anything for this woman.Beanything for her. “Answer me, Brex.”

“He takes her ass.”

God damn.Jaw clenching, I looked up to the ceiling, trying with every ounce of self-control not to release hot streams of cum over her shaking thighs. Clearing my throat, hands struggling to stay steady as I ran them over the muscles of her back, I asked, “And you like that?”

“Maybe someday,” she said tentatively. I nodded, though her eyes were closed and she wouldn’t see it.

“Start slow?” I asked. Her contented hum was enough. “Don’t move,” I ordered, reluctantly shifting away from her. Loose strands of Brexley’s silky blonde hair fell across her face as she bowed her head into her hands, panting against the bed as I reached for my dresser drawer. Returning with a bottle of oil, I poured out a generous amount, smiling when her breath hitched as my fingers caressed that tight, forbidden place. Pulling away, I gave her ass a gentle smack a beat before sheathing my cock in her sweet center, seating myself in one thrust.

“Tell me if this feels good.” Setting a slow pace, despite the protests of my throbbing dick, I gently massaged her ass before slowly applying just enough pressure to that perfect virgin hole to see if she liked it. Brexley’s moan was accompanied by an encouraging arch of her back. Gently thrusting, I dared to hedge further, slipping just the tip of my thumb into that tight ring of muscle. When she gasped, I asked, “Am I hurting you?” Brexley vehemently shook her head, stray golden locks shifting off her shoulders. “Is thatgood?” Her nod was all I needed, grabbing her hip with my free hand and setting a steady pace. “Good, baby. I’ll do whatever I can to make all those visions a reality, Brex. All you gotta do is ask.” She nodded, moaning as I picked up my pace, shifting in a steady rhythm, devouring the sounds her pleasure poured between her lips. This time, when her walls clamped around me, I leaned into the pressure.

Brexley’s orgasm wasn’t her usual release. It was like the combination of our game and the new, forbidden sensationsdetonatedher. Keeping my pace, I drug out the orgasm, cursing as my muscles threatened to cramp, and she justkept coming. Only when she fell onto the bed did I allow myself to fuck her until my own release washed through me.

It still wasn’t enough.

THIRTY-SIX

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