I groan again, unable to speak. I push back harder, lifting my face, my dick so fucking swollen and wet, I grip the base to stop from coming. “Do it.”
Without waiting for his reaction, I grab a condom, rip it and roll it on, gritting my teeth as it sheaths my hard cock. Then I press between Brylee’s legs, rubbing my hard-on in her slickness, spreading her wide.
Her eyes meet mine, the pupils dilated with desire, black swallowing the gold. “Yes,” she whispers, dropping her hands to my shoulders, nails digging into my flesh. “I want it. Now.”
I guide my cock inside her, pushing slowly, as slowly as I can manage when I’m dipping into her tight heat, with Riddick rubbing his dick along the crack of my ass, waiting for me to settle.
Taking a breath, I push deeper, grunting at the pleasure of it. Her eyes are closed, her head thrown back. Bending over her, bracing my hands on either side of her head, I kiss her arched throat, tracing her pulse with my tongue.
“Okay?” I whisper.
She nods, a tiny dip of her chin. “More.”
Hell, yeah. Another push and I’m seated inside her all the way, snug, no, damn tight, and perfect.
“Oh, baby…” I moan, unable to keep from thrusting. So good.
She clenches around my dick, her hips lifting. I worm a hand between our bodies, find her clit and play with it.
Her breath catches on a sob.
Yeah. This is it.
Then Riddick’s cock pushes into me, and I choke on a cry. It’s not pain, just… an overwhelming sensation of fullness.
“What you got there, man?” I wheeze after a moment of shocked silence. “A nuclear weapon?”
He chuckles breathlessly, and I groan because I feel it deep inside me. I feel his dick throbbing in my ass.
Holy shit.
Brylee rotates her hips, tightening around me like a vise, and Riddick thrusts inside me, and my chest is so tight I can’t breathe. My heartbeat is hammering against my ribs and tripping all over the place, but who the hell cares?
This is huge. Epic. The way my body is struggling with the pressure, with the pleasure inside and out, it’s burning out my thoughts, shutting off my conscious brain.
I’m racing toward my release like a train coming off the rails, and nothing can stop it now.
Chapter Thirty-One
Threesome Sugar Roll
Brylee
Ryan’s cock is buried deep inside me, and it feels enormous. It’s too big, too much, too deep…and perfect. Too good. The fullness is flipping on every pleasure center in my body, until I’m writhing on the bed, everything fading but the sensation of his cock inside me.
I claw at Ryan’s broad shoulders, fingertips digging into the meaty muscle there, as I start to lose control. My body bows off the bed. My hips jerk. My breathing is booming in my ears, my boobs bounce with his thrusts, and the orgasm starts so deep inside me it’s scary. It’s as if I’m about to explode, shatter into pieces.
“Hold me,” I whisper and moan as I come, rocking against him, then crying out as the pleasure bursts inside me. It’s a molten wave, racing through my body, taking my breath away. “God…”
“Damn,” Ryan gasps, hunching over me, pounding into me, his cock jerking. I can feel the heat of his release through the condom as he comes, see his eyes go wide, his mouth go slack.
He’s beautiful, more than ever.
Riddick slams into him again and again, his mouth fastening to the back of Ryan’s neck, his gray eyes on me, dark lashes lowering as he curses and stills.
We’re suspended in quiet, in pleasure, our ragged breaths the only sound in the room, still connected together, still pulsing.
Never thought it could be so amazing. Can’t remember why I wanted to wait. I’m so happy, so touched right now my heart could burst for joy.