Pleasure Island. Lorie O'Clare

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СКАЧАТЬ administration affected him, and I loved the sensation of control. Both men quit moving, quit speaking, and allowed me this moment to explore and get to know Tomas’s cock. I ran my fingers over the smooth, thin covering, and then touched my index finger to my tongue.

      “Oh, my God, its strawberry. How cool!” I blushed over my schoolgirl tone of voice, but then laughed at myself and touched him again. “This is going to be fun.”

      “That’s the whole point.”

      Of course it was. And that cock that almost danced in front of my face was dying to show me how much fun this would be. I was definitely just as eager. Hell, eager didn’t begin to describe how I felt. Dying to experience the ride I was about to embark on was more like it.

      I remembered at that moment something that the handbook said. If a woman hadn’t had sex in a while, and wanted to enjoy the sexual experience with her partner for as long as possible, several positions were suggested. And switching positions often was also indicated as a way to keep the pleasure going for as long as possible.

      “Would you sit in that chair?” I asked Tomas, nodding to the table and chairs in front of the large window. Full, dark purple drapes offered an almost perfect backdrop of mystery and seduction.

      “Wherever you like.” Tomas turned his back to me, taking his sheathed dick with him.

      I had a wonderful view of his tight firm ass and my mouth watered. I’d never viewed the male anatomy as something that was breathtakingly beautiful before. But watching corded muscles flex in his legs while his firm ass made my fingers itch to touch him, gave me new appreciation of his gender. Sitting on the bed gave me the perfect angle to see his balls shift as he moved. They were tight looking, full, and I imagined what it would be like to cup them in my hands.

      When Tomas sat in the chair, Nicolas pressed against my back gently, encouraging me off the bed. I slid to the edge of the king-size bed and stood, my legs suddenly wobbly. Maybe riding him wasn’t the best way to start this. My legs might give out before I could come. Hell, they might give out before I made it to the chair where Tomas waited.

      But Nicolas stood next to me, and guided me as if he sensed that although willing, my nerves were kicking in big time. As I reached him, my tummy did serious flip-flops. His rock-hard dick looked even larger with the shiny condom stretched over it.

      “Come here.” Tomas reached for me.

      Nicolas let go. I straddled Tomas and his hands firmly held my waist as he adjusted my pussy directly over his cock. Resting my hands on his shoulders, I slowly lowered myself until I felt his cock press against my entrance.

      “That’s it, baby. Take your time. Fill yourself with my dick as quickly, or as slowly, as you like.”

      I held on to him and closed my eyes. Bright lights popped and flashed behind my eyelids and my thighs quivered as I slowly lowered myself onto him. His cock slid inside my soaked and incredibly ready pussy. He stretched and filled me, twitching slightly the more I lowered myself. As he traveled farther inside, my muscles contracted, easing his path, encouraging him deeper into my heat.

      Fireworks exploded in my mind. They turned warm, reds and auburns, flashes of orange and soft pinks. My world transformed as my pussy took in all that he could offer. And just when I knew he was all the way in me, his mouth clamped down on my nipple and his hand moved quickly to my back, holding me tightly to him and then biting me with a quick nip.

      “Oh, Lord!” I sunk lower, not even thinking when my legs gave out, and felt him create a sudden pressure that quickly spread over every inch of my womb. It was more than I could take, yet I wanted every bit of it.

      “Shit!” I screamed.

      Tomas chuckled, the depths of his baritone sending shivers over my flesh. He quickly scraped my nipple with his teeth, torturing further the sensitive puckered flesh that he just nibbled. Then he relaxed his tongue and lapped at my nipple, pushing it up and down with his smooth even strokes. It was just enough distraction to prevent me from stopping him when he thrust his hips upward, and filled me the rest of the way.

      The pressure already created stretched and traveled even further. My immediate reaction was to straighten my legs, keep him from hitting that spot that would make me explode.

      “Uh-uh,” he told me, chuckling and holding me tightly enough that I couldn’t move.

      No matter that I was on top, supposedly controlling this moment—at least according to the handbook—Tomas held me easily enough with his hands on my waist that I wasn’t able to rise and escape his massive cock. He thrust again. And at the same moment, again nipped at my nipple.

      “You beast!” But I laughed, and even arched into him, giving him even freer reign to enjoy my breasts.

      Arching my back also allowed him to glide deeper inside me, this time stroking my inner pussy muscles from a different angle. The intensity of it all was more incredible than the handbook suggested. I squatted over him, feeling the stretch of my inner thighs. His cock stretched me open, impaling and caressing as he slid deep inside me.

      I clutched his shoulders, enjoying the warmth of his body, and the hardness of it as well. Not only could I experience this about him with his cock in my pussy, but also with my hands caressing his smooth flesh. And as I stretched my legs in an effort to stand and force his cock to almost glide out of me, muscles in my legs and abdomen pulled and quivered.

      This was an all-over body experience. I experienced so much from many different angles and due to so many stimuli. It really took more effort than I would have guessed to simply open my eyes, look down at his sandy hair, and see his mouth torture and tease one breast and then move to the other.

      “Ride him faster. Take him harder.” It was Nicolas behind me, his hand suddenly stroking my hair, as he instructed me on how to fuck Tomas.

      I reached for Nicolas and pressed my hand over his hard abdomen while taking Tomas deep inside me. Nicolas guided my hand until my fingers wrapped around his cock.

      Damn, it was thick. Very thick. And long. I stroked the length of it, surprised when it lengthened and got even harder. It took some effort to open my eyes, as if riding Tomas and stroking Nicolas were all the multitasking I could manage at the moment. But I did, and turned to stare at the beautiful cock in my hand.

      He was so dark, and my hand so white. The contrast turned me on.

      “Can you take me in your mouth, baby?” Nicolas’s voice was rough.

      Again that sensation of power, of knowing my actions, my body, what I was doing to these two men, got them off as much as it did me, fed my ego and confidence.

      “Thought you’d never ask,” I said between gasps and leaned slightly, while Tomas kept me balanced over him, I ran my tongue over the swollen tip of Nicolas’s cock.

      My lips stretched and tingled when I sucked part of him into my mouth. It took a minute of feeling awkward before I created a rhythm, riding one dick while sucking the other in my mouth. And then it hit me. Two cocks were in me at the same time. A fantasy of mine. I admit it. Taking two men at once. Giving them pleasure and knowing I had what it took to get both of them off, filled me with excitement and a rush of adrenaline.

      “God, she’s incredible.”

      “This is fucking amazing.”

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