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By *owlR OP Man
14 weeks ago
newcastle |
She pushed me down onto my back, the mattress dipping under my weight, still warm and sticky from where the others had been. Her knees straddled my hips, but she didn’t sink down yet. Instead she leaned forward, breasts brushing my chest, and kissed me slow and dirty—tongue sliding against mine, letting me taste everything: Gemma, herself, the faint salt of Matt still lingering on her lips.
Behind her, Matt had Gemma by the waist now, flipping her onto her stomach with an easy strength that made her gasp. He spread her thighs wide again, cock nudging at her entrance while she fisted the sheets and arched her back, offering herself up without a word.
Kelly broke the kiss just long enough to glance over her shoulder. “You gonna fill her up again, Matt? Or you saving it?”
Matt’s laugh was low, rough. “Plenty to go around.” He pushed in slow this time—inch by inch—watching Gemma’s mouth fall open in a silent moan as he stretched her. Her fingers flexed, nails digging crescents into the bedding.
Kelly turned back to me, eyes glittering. She reached between us, lined me up, and sank down in one smooth, slick glide. We both groaned—loud, unashamed. She was soaked, swollen, hot enough to make my vision blur for a second. Her hips rolled once, twice, grinding her clit against my pelvis before she started riding me in earnest: deep, deliberate strokes that made her tits bounce and her breath hitch every time she bottomed out.
“Fuck,” she hissed, palms flat on my chest for leverage. “You feel that? How full I am already, and you’re still stretching me more?”
I grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her, helping her move faster. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed off the walls, mixing with Gemma’s higher, breathier whimpers as Matt picked up speed behind her.
Gemma twisted her head to the side, cheek pressed to the sheet, eyes locked on where Kelly and I were joined. “God… look at her take him,” she panted. “She’s dripping down your balls, Rob.”
Matt reached forward, tangled his fingers in Kelly’s hair, and yanked her head back just enough to make her arch. “Tell him,” he ordered. “Tell your husband how much you love getting fucked while you watch me wreck her.”
Kelly’s laugh was shaky, filthy. “I love it,” she gasped out between thrusts. “Love watching him pound her… love feeling you so deep while she screams… fuck—Matt, harder.”
He obliged. The headboard started knocking against the wall in a steady rhythm. Gemma shoved a hand between her legs, rubbing frantic circles over her clit, chasing the edge again.
I couldn’t hold still anymore. I planted my feet, thrust up hard into Kelly, meeting every roll of her hips. She cried out—sharp, surprised—and clenched around me so tight I nearly lost it right then.
“Not yet,” she warned, nails raking down my pecs. “Not until they come first.”
Matt’s pace turned brutal—short, punishing strokes that slapped against Gemma’s ass and made her whole body jolt forward. She was babbling now, incoherent little pleas: “Yes—fuck—right there—don’t stop—gonna come—gonna—”
Her orgasm hit like a wave breaking. Back bowing, thighs shaking, a long, broken wail tearing out of her as she pulsed around Matt’s cock. He growled something unintelligible, hips stuttering, and then he was coming too—deep, grinding in as far as he could go, filling her while she trembled and whimpered beneath him.
The sight—Gemma wrecked and dripping, Matt’s grip bruising her hips, the way her pussy clenched visibly around him as he pulled out slow—snapped the last of my control.
Kelly felt it. She slammed down hard one more time, grinding in tight circles. “Now,” she breathed against my mouth. “Give it to me.”
I thrust up once, twice—and came with a groan that felt like it was ripped out of my chest. Heat surged through me, pulse after pulse spilling into her while she rode it out, milking every drop, her own second climax crashing over her a heartbeat later. She shuddered, thighs clamping around my hips, a low, satisfied moan vibrating against my neck.
For a long moment the room was nothing but heavy breathing and the faint creak of the bed.
Then Kelly lifted her head, hair a wild halo, lips curved in that dangerous smile I knew too well.
She looked at Matt, then Gemma, then back at me.
“Round two?” she asked |
