Sex Retreat(90)
“I know, doll,” he said, manipulating her other hard bud and grinning when she responded. “And that’s all the more reason for us to make sure you’re always properly aroused and stretched before we take you. I sure wouldn’t want to hurt you right now.”
“I’m wet, stretched, and more than ready to handle you.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Brock said, lifting her shirt and securing the rubber-coated tubular clamps to her nipples.
“Should I be scared?”
“Very,” Rory teased, resting his wrist over the padded steering wheel and leaning over the seat in an obvious effort to check out Brock’s handiwork.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” Brock bit out.
“Don’t listen to him,” Trixie said, reaching across the front seat and combing her fingers through Rory’s hair.
“Hold still,” Brock said, securing the metal screws to adjust the tension. “How’s that feel?”
“Tight,” she replied, gritting her teeth.
“Is it too much?” he asked, tapping the end of one clamp.
“You didn’t tell me they vibrate!” she screamed, her back arching. “Brock!”
“Beautiful,” he whispered, eyeing her glistening pussy. “Relax.”
The four-inch tubes shimmied in unison and Brock hardened as he watched her tremble in delight. “That’s absolutely perfect.”
He patted her pussy and ran his finger through her slick folds. “If I’d thought ahead of time, I would’ve swiped one of Mitch’s clit clamps and you would’ve been singing the O-song by now.”
“I can hum anytime. You just let me know when,” she whispered, jacking her hips off the seat.
“No you can’t.” He slapped her bare mound and enjoyed her responsiveness. Her legs widened and her knees fell to the side. “You’ll wait for permission and that may take a while.”
“Tell me what I can do to please you, Sir.”
“Roll over,” he demanded.
She immediately complied.
He focused on the round shape of her behind and silently cursed himself for failing to put two and two together. For weeks now, Trixie had been complaining about her weight gain. Now, it made perfect sense. The vixen had been pregnant and they’d just ignored the signs.
Stroking her globes, he parted her crease with his thumb, pushing the weight of the digit between her cheeks and searching for the more sensitive, tighter entrance. She bucked under the pressure.
“Lube, Brock,” she said sharply.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he told her, withdrawing his hand and slapping her ass. “And it’s Sir. Remember?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, kicking up her feet behind her and resting her toes on the window.
Rory glanced over his shoulder. “Oh that’s pretty.”
Brock waggled his brows and studied Rory in the mirror. “You don’t have the image I have embedded in my mind now.”
“I can only imagine.”
Trixie’s fingers crawled over his thigh, inching closer and closer to his dick. “Can I suck your cock, Sir?”
He threw his arm behind his head. “If you can grab it, you can have it.”
“Such a man,” she muttered, working with his zipper and tugging his length free of his jeans.
As soon as she wrapped her fingers around his length, he was as hard as metal. His leg muscles tightened. His ass clenched.
“Sip the end, sub.”
Her mouth slowly opened as if her lips were being pried apart. He could see the devilment dancing in her eyes. She planned to make this exquisite experience downright torturous.
She drew the crest between her lips and twirled her tongue around the head, flattening the middle over his slit. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she hummed against his length as she sucked him to her throat, let him go, and brought him between her lips once again.
“Delicious,” she whispered, nuzzling him.
“Damn, baby, that’s so sweet,” he rasped, guiding her head over his cock.
“Let me remind you of how Rory and I were teased. We watched you fuck Mitch the day you left the camp. Then, we had to listen to you and Mitch tear down the bathroom walls earlier today.”
She rose to the tip and gave him a long lick. “Your point?”
“I won’t last long,” he informed her, grabbing a handful of hair and holding her away from his cock.
His dick twitched at her lips. A bubble of his excitement oozed from the slit.
“Like that?” he asked, mesmerized as she coated her tongue in the transparent film seeping from his cock.
“Love you,” she whispered. “Love your taste.”