“Can’t wait to fuck you, honey. Patrick can’t either. We’re both going to fill your pussy with our cocks tonight. One day soon, maybe we’ll fuck you both together. Want that?”
“Oh, yes!” Her tone let them both know she meant it.
“Patrick is fucking you the first time, honey, and filling that pretty pussy full of his cum, and then I’m sliding my dick into your cunt and fucking you until neither of us can move anymore. Want that?”
“Yes, baby,” she groaned as her body grew tense against him like a spring wound too tight. “I want your cum.”
Unbelievably, Beck’s imagery served to arouse not only Lucy but Patrick as well as his cock got even bigger and harder until it felt like it would burst. He imagined sliding his dick into her, and his cock threatened to blow its top. He concentrated on licking her pussy and enjoying the sounds she made, signaling that she was a hairsbreadth from coming.
She cupped the back of his head, pressing his mouth against her pussy. Her body went rigid and her juices flowed onto his tongue as her orgasm struck. She cried out and arched her back as she bucked against him, riding each wave as her climax rolled through her until she slumped breathlessly against his bed.
“Oh, baby,” she groaned as he licked her several more times, and then her eyes flashed open as he wiped his mouth and reared over her.
He took his cock in hand and rubbed it against her swollen cunt and pushed against her, growling as her tight opening squeezed his head. Lucy tilted her head back and flexed her hips, attempting to take more, but he moved slowly because she’d said it had been a while.
Beck sat up a little so he could watch and the sight of his distended erection left no doubt that he enjoyed the role of voyeur. Beck’s eyes were riveted to where Patrick’s body was pressed against Lucy’s, engrossed as her cunt enveloped his cock and squeezed him tight before releasing him coated in her translucent cream.
“Fuck, that’s incredible.”
Lucy looked up at Patrick as he leaned over her and braced himself near her shoulders, flexing his hips and taking more of her pussy with each stroke. Her searing, quivering heat enveloped him, stroked him, and nearly drove him mad as he slid deep inside her and rested there for a second. Her eyelids slid closed and her lips parted as she moved against him, and a rosy flush filled her cheeks. The smile on her face was ethereal in its pleasure.
“Feel good, Luce?” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss her lips before rising back up on his knees, satisfied when she smiled at him and her eyes rolled back as he began to thrust.
“Yes, yes, Patrick.”
He groaned as he watched his rock-hard dick, coated with her slick juices, slide in and out between her swollen pink lips. The heat, the tightness and softness, were nearly too much. Shuttling in and out of her fervent heat was a test of endurance as he reached down and stroked gentle circles around her clit. She grasped the sheets and cried out, reaching for something as her body tightened again.
Beck took her hand and stroked her nipples, creating a tension Patrick could feel, as their bodies crashed together over and over until the heat, the tension, and the ecstasy were too much.
She broke first, her orgasm grasping his cock like a silky fist, convulsing over and over. He watched as her juices slid from her cunt with each thrust, and that did him in. He plunged in one last time and the sensation was like a lightning bolt sizzling through his body. The release centered in his balls and exploded from his cock as his cum shot from him in powerful, hot streams.
He curled over her as the orgasm lashed every bit of energy from him and left him a weak, satisfied wreck in her arms. Each breath was an effort at first, but as he recovered, he was aware of her beneath him, stroking him and kissing his shoulder as she panted, too.
When he looked into her eyes, she smiled at him and kissed his chin and then his lips. Her voice was breathy when she said, “Feel good?”
Aware that he was probably crushing her, Patrick braced himself on his forearms and nodded as he smiled at her and kissed her again. “Thank you.”
He reluctantly pulled from her silken heat and flopped down on the bed beside her to recover. He looked up suddenly, remembering that they weren’t alone. He was worried that Beck would be pissed off, or worse, that the stimulation of watching them had been too much for him.
Lucy had already turned to Beck, who was lying on his side facing her with his head propped in his hand, speaking softly to her. He glanced at Patrick for a brief second before he looked back at Lucy and smiled. All was well, evidently, as Lucy put her arm around his shoulder and whispered, “I’m fine, Beck. Of course I want you…if you still want me.”