“Oh yeah, that’s it, baby,” Chandler said from behind her. He gave her ass a sharp swat. “Take all of him. Show me how much you like to suck his hard cock.”
Warmth from Chandler’s hand soothed the sting from his slap. Sparks skittered across Jane’s flesh, and her pussy throbbed in time with the plunges of her mouth onto Ryan’s thick cock. The rip of a packet reached her ears. Condom. That meant fucking. Chandler was going to fuck her now.
God, she couldn’t wait to feel that giant erection in her pussy again. She sucked Ryan deeper, letting his tip graze the back of her throat.
He groaned. “Fuck, she gives good head, Chan.”
“Yes she does. You like sucking cock, don’t you, Jane?”
She nodded. Couldn’t speak. Wanted to speak. Wanted to yell at him to shove that hard cock in her pussy. Right now!
“Ah!” She moaned, her mouth full of cock, as Chandler thrust into her.
She grabbed at Ryan’s hips, dug her fingernails into his flesh, and continued to blow him as Chandler sank into her more deeply. Filled her. Filled her as she had never been filled before.
He was large, oh, yes. But he filled another part of her as
well, even more than he had this afternoon. Something deeper and more powerful. He reached inside her soul and shared her music.
“Damn you feel good,” Chandler said. “So fucking tight. You’re amazing, baby.” He slammed into her again. “So amazing.”
“I’m going to come,” Ryan said. “I can’t hold off any longer.”
“Not unless she says it’s okay.” Chandler thrust again, even harder and deeper this time. “Can Ry come in your mouth, baby?”
She nodded. She didn’t mind. She loved it, actually. Had yearned for Chandler’s semen on her tongue earlier. Couldn’t wait for that pleasure…
“Ah, God!” Ryan erupted, and his cum coated her tongue.
Salty, a little bitter. She swallowed, licking the last remnants from his cock head. Still Chandler pumped into her.
Ryan’s cock fell from her lips, and he knelt and kissed her, a soft brush of a kiss, only a little tongue, only a little passion. This was a kiss of friendship.
“Thank you, Jane,” he whispered against her chin.
She smiled. No man had ever thanked her before. Chandler’s thrusts slowed, and she pressed her lips to Ryan’s cheek. “Thank you too,” she said, “for everything.”
Ryan sat back as Chandler caressed her hips.
“Turn around now, baby,” Chandler said. “I want to kiss you while we fuck.” He rolled her onto her back and mounted her.
Plain old missionary had its advantages, like deep kissing with a lot of tongue. The passionate kissing she and Chandler were sharing now. Their lips meshed, their tongues tangled, their groans mingled in each other’s mouths. Where was Ryan? She couldn’t bring herself to care at the moment.
Chandler was her world. All that existed. He pushed his thickness into her, matched each thrust with his tongue in her mouth. He tasted of peppermint again. Peppermint and horny male and soul-searing passion. He possessed her, filled her, and she clung to him, let him sink further and further into her body, into her heart.
The peak rose in the distance, and she climbed again, stood on the precipice. One more thrust…and she flew, the climax even stronger this time. Strong enough to pull out a piece of her soul. She cried out as she came down, lifted her hips so he could take her further.
“God, baby, I love how easily you come for me. I felt that in my toes. Every pulse of your pussy. I need to come. Come in you.”
A desire surged deep within her. She wanted to taste him. Wanted his semen on her tongue more than she wanted her next breath. “My mouth, Chandler.” Her voice came in rapid pants. “Come in my mouth.”
“Aw, fuck. Yeah, baby. God, yes.” He withdrew and climbed over her, his cock slick with her juices and poised against her lips.
She opened for him, let him take her, let him control as he fucked her mouth while she lay still on the floor. He tasted tangy—a mixture of their two flavors. He pumped steadily, never going far enough to choke her.
“Baby, I have to come.”
She nodded, hoping he understood that she wanted him to come. Wanted to give this to him. Wanted his cream on her tongue, in her body. He shot into her mouth and she savored it—let the zesty sweetness coat her tongue.