Sex Retreat(97)

Her diamond-shaped nipples hardened and her head rolled from side to side. “So much pleasure. So much love.”

Mitch slapped her pussy and she jerked. Her pussy pinched his cock and held him tightly in place. He slapped again and stared down at her pretty, inflamed lips, admiring how they flared in acceptance as he slowly stretched her.

The butt plug was barely inserted now. He pulled out and stared down at the object, quickly debating whether or not he wanted to take her ass and fuck her like an untamed savage.

Brock gave him a quick glare and shook his head in warning. Considering her pregnancy, Mitch didn’t dare breach that ass of hers without permission.

Rory untied her legs and Mitch pressed his cock higher, twisting his hips as he moved closer, sank deeper.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered, her body arching to his in acceptance.

“How’s that feel, baby?” Brock asked.

“Incredible,” she replied, her face flushed.

Mitch fucked her, gripping Brock’s shoulder and savoring the clench of her pussy wrapped tightly around his pulsing cock. As his balls slapped against her ass, he became aware of something he needed, something he’d always wanted to do to Trixie but hadn’t dared.

It was time to give her the most exquisite of pleasures.

Pulling out, Mitch grabbed a box of wipes from the bedside table. He hurriedly swiped her from front to back.

Trixie yanked at the ties binding her hands. “What are you doing?”

“What do you want me to do?” Brock asked.

Mitch stared at that quivering puckered hole pulsing between her cheeks. Using the wipe, he swirled the damp cloth around and around before tossing it aside and settling between her legs once more.

He blew a steady stream of hot air over her pussy lips, sucking them between his lips and running his tongue up and down the swollen folds. Then he dipped his head lower, ready to invade her in a way he knew no other man had ever dared.



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“Oh! Oh! Stop!” Her body shook as waves of pleasure shot through both channels.

A tongue—a damning tongue—swiped around her asshole, teasing the rim.

“What are you doing?” She tried to sit. “Let me see what you’re doing!”

“Shh, vixen. Enjoy.” Brock held her shoulders to the bed.

“Brock?”

Excitement whipped around her. She could’ve bet cold, hard cash this exquisite act was performed by Brock. She could’ve promised on her life or sworn to the moon, but here he was next to her, breathing against her lips.

The tip of a tongue stroked her rim, slowly circling her.

Her pussy was now a hellish inferno, clenching and releasing as her hotness doused her pussy lips with pure desire, insatiable need.

“Rory?”

“I’m here, Trixie.”

The movement around her bottom stopped. A body towered over her.

Mitch!

About the time she had positioning figured out, a hard thrust impaled her. A hand went to the side of her head and the blindfold was removed.

“Hey, baby,” he said, screwing his cock deep inside her.

“Where’d you learn to move like that?” she asked, not at all referring to the fucking.

He winked. “You knew.”

“I suspected, yes,” she said, turning her head to the side and reaching for Rory’s cock.

Mitch reared back and thrust inside her again. She locked her legs around his waist and bucked underneath him, riding his long cock for all of a minute before they exploded together.

Spent and satisfied, Trixie brought Rory’s cock to her lips. “Come here and let me take care of you.”

“Oh no,” Rory said, kissing her lips. “You’re not getting off that easy.”

“Watch me.”





Chapter Forty-Nine




The night would go down as one to remember. They’d surprised her and kept Mitch’s arrival a secret.

She didn’t know why he was there and she didn’t care. All that mattered was the loving they’d enjoyed, the time they’d shared.

Towering over Rory, she lowered her body to his cock, enveloping him with her pussy and crying out in pleasure as he thumped inside her walls as if he had something to prove in a hurry.

Brock gripped her hips, planting his hand at her lower back and giving her a gentle push forward. He entered her from behind, taking her slow at first until her body stretched and accommodated two men at the same time.

Mitch watched from the window seat. One leg was outstretched. The other bent at the knee. He fondled his cock as his eyes met hers. His lustful stare made her feel like an owned woman, a loved woman.

Rory dipped his head and drew her nipple between his lips. “So beautiful.”

“So handsome,” she said, flattening one hand on his chest while using the other to touch his cheek.