Sex Retreat(41)

Now, they were at this place again. Only this time there wasn’t birth control to consider. There wasn’t a fear of becoming pregnant because Trixie wanted another child and they were fully prepared to give her anything her heart desired.

“Harder, Rory,” she whispered at his ear.

He stared down at her with the love overshadowing his lust. Slow and easy, he pumped his cock inside her, taking his time with leisurely strokes.

“More,” she rasped. “God, Rory, I need more.”

He held his lips away from her and slammed against her, pounding inside her until her body milked his cock, her orgasm rocking through her body at the speed of sound. “Come! Oh God, Rory! Come!”

Beads of sweat peppered his brow as he rotated his hips from right to left, forcing his cock as deep as he could go, working that thick wedge of flesh from side to side as he pleasured her. His goal was obvious as he thumped inside her vibrating channel. He buried his cock deeper, pounding out a steady rhythm.

She locked her legs around his hips and stretched her arms over her head, shivering all over when he suckled her breasts, drawing the hard point between his lips as he kept loving her, taking her, making her whole again.

Rory didn’t leave her unfinished. He didn’t tease her until she groveled, but he certainly knew how to leave longing for more than what she’d embraced the minute before.

As her orgasm subsided and her cunt pulsed around his cock, she whispered words of endearment. She uttered her undying devotion.

Rolling to his back, Rory looked like an exasperated man, but he still had a little loving left in him. And Trixie wanted every last drop of what he had left to give.



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Cash stood on the hillside watching her move. The checkered curtains were worn and drawn, but there was an opening down the middle, enough to give him a real nice view of those gorgeous tits waving at him. He’d like to move a little closer and give them a proper kiss hello.

Sucking in a breath, he stretched his neck and eyed the way she moved. That Rory fucker was one lucky son of a bitch. When he’d been riding on top, he’d looked as if he were determined to bring her pleasure. The poor guy probably didn’t realize waiting for his woman to go first had only postponed the pleasure.

If he’d been riding her pretty little cunt, he would’ve come a few times by now. And she would’ve been screaming out his name after every deep stroke.

“Rory! Oh God, Rory!”

Cash stilled. Fury bolted through his veins. The fucking bitch was crying out another man’s name?

Cash shook his head, trying desperately to stay in reality. The last thing he needed was to lose it now when Mitch had already taken his side against that brute of a fellow, Brock. Dumb fucker. He probably didn’t know his woman was getting her saucy little snatch plowed right now.

“Now, baby! That’s right, Trix. Come with me again, honey. Ah yeah, baby. Spread those legs wider. Hmm…yeah. That’s right. Squeeze me.”

The voices faded but the hard thumps provided familiar sounds he’d once enjoyed himself. Prior to his prison sentence, he’d been involved with a number of ladies. They were all beauties, real lookers.

Shame they had to go and ruin their relationships with him. He’d never forgive them for testifying against him.

Trixie clasped her hands behind her head. She threw her weight forward, drew back, and jolted forward once more.

Cash needed to handle this situation. He needed a piece of that Trixie-action.

He stuffed his hand down the front of his slacks and pulled his penis. Staring down the bridge of his nose, he peeked inside his pants and smiled. He was hard. God help him, he was hard!

His mouth flung open and he pumped. There was something extraordinary about this woman. He could look at her picture. He could watch her with other men. It didn’t matter. He’d been soft and flaccid for nearly a decade, but when Trixie Cartwell—fuck that Sheldon shit—was around, he was as hard as a cannon and ready to fuck and fire!

He dragged his thumb across his slit. Damn woman, what he’d give to have her grinding against his face. He tossed his head back and stared at the sky. Closing his eyes, he pretended to tongue her sweet pussy, licking his lips as he pushed the weight of his cock between his fingers, mashing on the tender skin rolled around the crest.

She’d taste like wine and smell like berries. Her skin would be as soft as velvet and that sweet pussy of hers, oh man, he could almost feel the extraordinary clench of her cunt around his lips and tongue.

“Trixie!” Brock Sheldon’s voice filled the clearing. “Trixie! Damn it. Where are you?”

Cash jerked to attention, slipping his hand away from his waistband. He glanced up at the same time and his eyes met hers right before she let out a bloodcurdling scream.