Chance gave a groan of approval and stroked her opening with a fingertip. Her cunt clenched violently in anticipation as he slid his finger inside her pussy and began stroking in and out. Each stroke, each hot breath against her cunt brought her closer and closer as the delicious certainty of an orgasm descended on her.
“Yes! Chance, yes! Don’t stop!”
Her back bowed off the bed and she held tight to Clayton’s hand as she cried out in her pleasure. Each wave drew a panting cry from her until the climax finally faded, leaving her sated in its wake.
Gentle fingers brushed stray locks of hair away from her forehead, and she looked up to find Clayton staring down at her with an intense look in his eyes.
Lydia sat up and said, “I’m sorry, Clayton. I stopped—I left you hanging, didn’t I?” She would’ve reached for his cock to suck on it some more, but he stopped her.
“No. I was almost to the point of no return with you earlier. I don’t want to be done so fast, Lydi.”
Clayton nodded at his brother, and Chance kissed his way slowly back up her torso. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pressed his face and his cheek to her abdomen before loosening his hold and continuing up to her breasts.
While Chance kissed her, Clayton opened the bottle of lube from the night table that she’d seen there earlier. He spread a bit of it around her pussy then returned with a bit more and played with her clit and slipped his fingers into her, applying some there to ease the way for their cocks.
Chance loomed over her, kissing her as Clayton continued to play with her pussy until she was once again pulsing with need. Her cunt clenched when Clayton removed his fingers and sat up to dry them on a towel and repositioned himself alongside her with his head resting in his palm.
Chance settled into the cradle of her pelvis. His body heat radiated into her skin and felt incredibly comforting. She wanted to stay under him for a long time.
He looked down at her, now braced on his elbows, and asked, “Ready, baby?” His eyes glowed with passion as she nodded. He kissed her as he finally lined his body up with hers, with the head of his cock nudging her drenched and throbbing pussy.
“I’ll take it slow, baby.”
Lydia looked up at him, trusting him completely, and brought her knees up to encompass his hips, opening herself for him. She moved under him and moaned when his cock pressed against her clit and slid through all the copious, slick moisture there. She was desperate to have him inside her now.
“You’re so soft.” His face was the picture of male pleasure as he positioned himself with a shift of his hips and thrust gently against her trembling cunt. She groaned as his cock filled her pussy opening so tightly she felt the sting as she stretched to accommodate him. He shuddered and whispered, “Baby, am I hurting you? You’re so tight. I feel like I must be.”
“Oh, no. You’re not hurting me. You feel good. You’re just so big.”
Chance grinned though he had a pained expression on his face and kissed the tip of her nose. “Mmm. Slow and easy, baby. Tell me if you need me to stop.”
Never going to happen, cowboy. I’ll never want you to stop.
Telling her body to relax for him, she arched against him and his cock slid in a bit more. Chance continued, sinking a little deeper with each slick motion. He slowed down after he was in a few inches and began moving with shorter strokes. He tilted her pelvis with his hand beneath her until pleasure blossomed inside her in huge, radiating waves with every thrust of his cock.
“Oh—what? Oh, Chance. That’s so good!”
“Glad you like it, baby. That’s your G-spot,” Chance murmured before burying his nose in her neck. “You’re so warm and tight.”
His heat seeped into her body, and she wrapped her arms around him and held on, loving the sensation of his hot, bare cock moving inside her. The tension inside her spiraled higher.
Chance loved her slow and sweet, the same way he’d wooed her until she couldn’t resist him. His pace never wavered or changed as her pussy trembled around his hard, hot length. She undulated against Chance, seeking to take more of him, but he chuckled and allowed her to take only a little more with each stroke just like he’d said he would.
Clayton made eye contact with her when she looked over at him, and the love mixed with lust in his gaze set her body on fire. He was enjoying watching them make love judging by the state of his rigid and massive cock. He stroked his length with his callused hand and smiled at her with heated promise in his eyes as he waited his turn to fuck. He wanted her, too, and the thought made spasms of pleasure radiate through her pussy.
By this point, Chance was giving every inch of his big, hard cock on each slow stroke, and a tidal wave swelled inside of her.