Amanda's Wolves(60)

He stroked her tongue with his while she reached between them and set her palms on his chest. He could feel his pulse through her fingers.

When he released her mouth, she swayed toward him.

He glanced at the table to find it cleared and Logan standing on the other side. He nodded toward the surface.

Sawyer let go of the glass top and grabbed Amanda’s hips so fast, she let out a small cry. He set her ass on the table and gently lowered her back until Logan took over, cradling her shoulders until she lay flat on the clear surface between them. Her head was almost in Logan’s crotch.

The man had also shed his jeans. And he immediately reached for her breasts, leaning over her to cup them not half as gently as they had both fondled her earlier.

She moaned and arched her chest into Logan’s hands.

Sawyer lifted both her ankles and set them on the table far apart, forcing her pussy open wide to his gaze. There was no way she could possibly be expected to keep them there, so he slid his hands up to her thighs and wrapped them around as far as he could to press them wider.

He inhaled again, drawing her essence into his body. She smelled like the floral soap she’d used in the shower, and Amanda. Her musk was potent. It would drive him crazy for years. Whoever said the mating frenzy would last a few weeks before slowing down hadn’t been mated to Amanda. There was no way he would get his fill of her in that short amount of time.

Her arousal spilled from her pussy to leak toward her ass, and she thrust about on the table, making Sawyer glance up to find Logan had her hands squeezed between his thighs, his face hovering over her chest, and his fingers pinching her nipples.

Sawyer blew out a breath. She was so fucking hot. Any doubt he’d had about sharing her with another man dissipated entirely at the visual in front of him. He simply didn’t have enough hands to propel her to this state of total wanton abandon alone. Fate knew what She was doing.

He lowered his face to her pussy and stroked his tongue through her sweet juices. She was close to coming. He could smell it. And he wanted to devour this orgasm, so he sucked her clit into his mouth and then gently grabbed it with his teeth.

As he expected, she came, her clit pulsing between his teeth hard enough for him to feel the force of it swelling. She screamed, writhing on the table in an effort to escape Sawyer’s determined lips. She would not, however. He had other plans.

As he felt her orgasm subside, he flicked her clit a final time and lifted his face. “Let’s flip her onto her belly,” he suggested to Logan alone.

Logan lifted his face from her chest and nodded, releasing her nipples to reach for her shoulders.

“On your belly, hon,” Sawyer requested. He grabbed her hips to help her turn.

Her eyes were glazed, indicating she was still under the spell of her orgasm. When she settled on her stomach, her hips on the edge of the table, her legs dangling over the side, she could just reach the floor with her toes. She rocked forward on her elbows, licking a line up Logan’s shaft, obviously taking the man off guard.

Logan grabbed her shoulders and moaned, thrusting his cock forward, eager to feel her lips around his shaft.

Sawyer felt a twinge of jealousy, which he shook off as he shifted his gaze from Logan’s cock to his own and the perfect way her pussy was presented to him at just the right level. He grabbed her hips in both hands and thrust into her without warning.

She was tight. So fucking tight. But he knew she was stretched enough between everything they’d done earlier and the way her muscles would be loose after the intense orgasm she’d just had.

He fucked her fast, holding her steady when it seemed she was intent on squirming away from him.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want him to mate with her. It was simply that she was overloaded on sensations. Her mind darted around from thought to thought, making it difficult to keep up. But he heard her loud and clear over the firing of every synapse in her body. She wanted him to fuck her just as hard as he was. In fact, she wanted more.

And he would give her more. They had a lifetime of more. For now, though, he wanted to enjoy her, hold his breath, and thrust in and out at a pace that would permit him to maintain the euphoric erection he had.

He stroked his hands down her legs, grabbed her shins below her knees, and lifted her legs off the floor. She bent her knees for him, and he spread her wider. His eyes rolled back as he thrust deeper, getting a better angle with her legs suspended in the air by his hands.

He was so close to orgasm, and he glanced at Logan to judge his expression.

Logan’s face was scrunched as he fought the need to come also.

Yes. Their lives were perfect.

Now he just needed to ensure they stayed that way.