Taboo Love Part 2(5)
A tongue dipped into my ear, while Shamus slowly played with my pussy. Two more strong, large hands joined his, coiling around my breasts and squeezing hard.
Shamus dropped to his knees in front of me, and his tongue ground into my clit. Meanwhile, the newcomer urged me away from the column so he could slide behind me. He pulled my hair back and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to fuck your pretty ass, while Shamus fucks your pussy. How does that sound?”
I could only nod my approval, as the stranger trailed kisses and tiny flicks of tongue from my ear down my neck. Shamus slid fingers in my dripping pussy and sucked hard on my throbbing clit while flicking his tongue rapidly over it. As he ignited a blissful fire in my cunt, the stranger ran a hand between my ass cheeks and urged me to tilt my butt up. He slathered some cool lube all over my crack. The smell of sandalwood oil filled the air, and I let myself completely melt into my two lovers.
Soon, a slippery cock nudged its head into my asshole. I sighed and backed my ass into the stranger. His throaty chuckle teased my ear with warm breath, and my nostrils with the clean scent of peppermint.
Shamus enthusiastically lapped at my clit while his fingers rapidly pounded my g-spot, building that sublime pressure that started deep in my pussy. As the pleasure made me buck and twitch against him and the stranger, he pulled his fingers away. He yanked my legs up and his thick, stiff cock rubbed against my pussy. The stranger had to step forward to remain in my ass.
“Now,” Shamus spoke, his voice low and guttural with lust. “I’m going to slip a second cock in you, and we’re going to fuck you mindless.”
His plump head slid between my pussy lips and plunged deep inside me. Strong hands held me from behind and in front, clutching my body tight as their cocks pounded my ass and cunt. My g-spot happily took the stimulation from both ends.
“Ohhhh yeeeessss, please,” I groaned out loudly, as my body became hyper-aware with the flood of sensation. “Give me mooore. Faster. Harder.” My every nerve absorbed blissful feeling.
Their slippery cocks massaged my cunt and ass walls, and the thin flesh quivered as I took in this delicious friction. Warm, callused hands curled around my tits, teasing the nipples with pinches, then cupping the full mound and squeezing hard. Another hand found my clit and rubbed it hard with fingers slickened by my juices.
Their cocks rammed me furiously, and I soon squirmed helplessly between them. That sensation of having to pee, as I had come to think of it, started deep in my pussy. It spread like a consuming wildfire through my cunt. I trembled in the grip of my two lovers, and cried out loudly as the intense orgasm flooded my every cell with release and bliss.
Soon after, with deep, long thrusts, the stranger and Shamus came inside of me. Then, once they pulled out, Shamus pulled me close and kissed me deeply. When our lips parted, he nuzzled my neck with a stubbly cheek and whispered, “Was this a good birthday present?”
I hugged him tight, enjoying the feeling of his sweat damp muscles beneath my hands. “Yes,” I said, when I found the breath to respond. “Yes, it was.”
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Surrender To His Proposal
By Anita Lawless & Roxxy Meyer
The roof is beyond leaking. If I don’t get someone in soon, the entire attic might become a swimming pool.
“I can fix it for you,” Jake says, and he notices my discomfort at his words, because he quickly adds, “Or I know someone who can do it cheap.”
Pride. I shake my head at myself, knowing pride is going to kill me one day. And a woman can’t be full of pride when she has two boys to raise and bills she can’t pay piling up.
“Carrie.” Jake leans across the arborite table I picked up at a flea market and squeezes my hand. “Let me help you.”
I smile at his boyish face, those cute dimples in his cheeks. “You’ve already helped me by renting part of this place, and doing the fixing up you’ve already done.”
Jake Black rents the apartment above the garage attached to my old two story Cape Cod home. I inherited the place from my mom when she passed on, and it was a lifesaver, since my husband of fifteen years picked that time—right after my mother’s funeral—to leave me with two boys to raise. Preston and Michael are eight and twelve.
Jake is undeniably handsome. He’s got a mix of boyish good looks and rugged male, with his bright green eyes and rounded face, work roughened hands from days spent as a carpenter, and a five o’ clock shadow that’s just as red as the hair on his head. But we aren’t together. I’m just not ready for that yet. It’s only been six months since I lost mom and went through the divorce.