Tangled in Divine(Divine Creek Ranch 14)(46)

She let out a slow breath and pushed down on the mattress by his shoulders, arching her back in small increments, experimenting with a circular motion that rubbed her hot, wet cunt over the sensitive head and made him grit his teeth and moan. She was killing him with pleasure as she increased the pressure, pushing down on him, letting out another breath.

The soft moan began deep inside her as the head of his cock found just the right spot and began to slide into her hellaciously tight entrance.

Every muscle in his body went rigid as he held still for her. Her moan was broken by soft panting and he bit down on his lip until he tasted blood as the rippling spasms in her pussy became sheer torment.

Her blue eyes were clouded with pleasure as she looked at him. “I can’t stop it, it’s too goooood! I’m coming!” She tilted her head back and sobbed as she arched and thrust against him. She took more of him than he thought she should so quickly, but he couldn’t stop her. She gripped the sheets tightly and he panted through her orgasmic torture as her sweet little cunt gripped his cock and rippled as she rode him to fulfillment.

As her climax subsided, she perched over him, her beautiful breasts swaying in his face with each breath she took, her tummy and hips still plastered to him. She finally smiled down at him, bliss radiating from her soft eyes. “Oh, so good, Chris. So good. I want more.”

Julián quietly shifted on the bed and squeezed her ass cheek as he looked at where the two of them were joined. “I’m glad you want more, baby, because there’s plenty more of Chris to take. Careful.”

Chris chuckled and couldn’t believe he was getting even more turned on as Julián avidly watched her grind her pussy against him. She lay back down on his chest and began to thrust and slide on the part she’d taken, coating him with her cream and torturing him with the silken heat of her cunt as she engulfed a few more inches of his rigid dick.

Julián backed off slightly, no longer touching her, but continued watching as her movements became more purposeful. Chris didn’t think she could take him all, at least not that night, but she was giving it a good try. When she’d easily slid over two-thirds of his length, she pushed herself up and rose up on her knees, giving herself a little more room to maneuver.

“You feel huge inside me, Chris. It’s unbelievable.”

He flexed his hips experimentally, groaning in ecstasy as they slid against each other, caressing each other from the inside, and he thought he’d die an orgasm-induced death. Nothing, and no one, had ever felt as good as Gwen did.

Recalling that her nipples were super sensitive, he lifted his head and tongued one of them and she gasped. He growled when he felt the corresponding pulse in her cunt, happy at feeling the evidence of her pleasure. He licked the other one and she moaned.

The trembles began in her again, followed by those rippling currents that told him she was close. He arched against her as gently as he could, worrying as his control began to shred. He couldn’t afford to lose control. She was too little.

Her bucking increased and he steadied her at her hips, watching her face in fascination as she sat up, lifted her arms over her head in counterbalance as her climax steamrolled both of them. She pounded down on him, taking as much as she was able to for that night. He met her stroke for stroke, his release ripping from him in hot, jetting streams as her pussy clenched and spasmed in powerful waves and she cried out.

He heard Julián as he stroked himself to a second orgasm while watching them, but it didn’t register as anything other than what should happen. He’d be excited a second time if he was watching them too.

Her body trembled as she finally stilled, sitting upright and astride him. His cock continued pulsing for several seconds as though it couldn’t give her enough, and couldn’t get enough of her heavenly tightness and warmth.

Her panting finally subsided as she held out her hands to steady herself and he drew her to him. Her postorgasmic blush had spread all the way to her breasts and made her feel like a searing hot branding iron against his torso. Greedy for her, he squeezed her so that he could feel as much of her against him as possible.

“Good?” he whispered, sliding his hand down the curve of her spine, reveling in her warmth still surrounding him with her snug embrace.

In a slurred voice, she replied, “Better. Perfect. Can’t move.” But she proved she could when she tilted her head and kissed his chest.

He lay there with her, listening to the sounds of their breathing returning to normal. He let out a long sigh and then became aware of the fluttering sensation at his upper abdomen. Gwen’s heart. He could just barely feel it beating below his sternum. He stroked her hair but otherwise went as still as he could, focusing on that barely perceptible beat. Her hair was like silk slipping between his fingers and he lifted a lock to gaze at it, watching the way the golden blonde strands glistened in the low light. The burning in his chest was almost painful but he welcomed it.