“More, more, faster, please faster,” Madelyn begged. “I’m going to come,” she announced.
Gabriel gripped her hips tight and slammed deep inside of her. He didn’t quite back out enough when Noah slid inward, and there was a rush of pressure so intense spots swam in front of his eyes.
“Holy fuck,” Noah grunted. “Baby, your ass is so hot. So tight. You’re milking my balls, baby.”
“Yes,” she hissed, thrusting backward. “Yes, give it to me.”
Gabriel hung at the edge of her pussy, which gave tiny little pulses as Noah plowed her backside over and over. He watched in awe as the two people he loved most in the world fought for sexual dominance.
Noah’s strong face was a twisted mask of sensual fury. His teeth were clenched, and his eyes narrowed to mere slits.
His entire body roiled and bucked and pounded into her.
Madelyn took as good as she gave. Her cries and enticements echoed in the air, and her breasts slapped loudly with each backward push she made. She egged Noah on with dirty, nasty words that clearly hit their target.
“Fuck my ass, Noah. Fuck it hard and deep. I want your cum inside of me. Give it to me. Fuck your slut’s ass, Noah. Please, fuck me.”
“Yes,” he howled and plowed into her so hard, the bone-jarring thud rocked the solid king-sized bed. “Take it, slut, take my cum in your tight little ass.”
Gabriel held Madelyn up, watching her face as Noah pumped his load into her. Her eyes widened and her mouth rounded. She shook and shivered, moaning all the while.
“Yes, yes, so hot. It’s so hot rushing through me.” Suddenly, her fingers clutched into talons on Gabriel’s shoulder and she stared down at him. “Come inside me, Gabriel, I want to be filled with cum from both of you.”
He growled and as soon as Noah slipped free of her body, he caught her hips and started a slow, insidious motion, scraping along her inner canal until he reached bottom, then pulling out and starting all over again.
“Faster,” she urged, and he shook his head.
He slammed into her then froze, and she arched. “Fuck!”
Gabriel tugged his cock all the way back out, feeling her grasping warmth trying to keep him in, then he did it again.
Slow, slow, slow, slam.
She moaned and groaned, grinding her pelvis to him. He wiggled his hand between them and found her swollen clit, slick with her juices.
His cock burned with the need to flood her pussy, but he wanted her to come first. He slowly fucked in and out of her sweetness and rubbed her clit at the same time. Her spine stiffened, and she sucked in air deeply. He picked up the pace.
“Come for me, slut. Wring my cock with your pussy and come.”
He felt her clamp down hard on his cock but powered through the draw and continued thrusting and out.
“Yes, Sir, yes. Please, oh fuck, I’m going to come. Gabriel!” she yelped then froze, and a low wail started from deep inside her. Around his cock, her muscles clenched and throbbed and pulled and he was covered in her sweet, aromatic juice.
The slick sensation and her incredible heat pushed him over the edge, and Gabriel shouted her name as he spurted his cum into her pussy. “Oh God, so good, slut, you feel so good.” He panted and shook, each new spurt wicking more energy from him.
Finally, he collapsed against the bed, arms and legs flung wide.
Madelyn’s body shook as she pulled free. His cock slid from her with a wet plop that made him chuckle.
She melted beside him, her arm wrapping around his chest. The bed dipped, and Noah’s arm curved over her waist as he cuddled against her.
“Holy shit,” Noah murmured. “That was fucking awesome.”
“Oui,” Madelyn said. “I’m so tired, so delightfully sore.”
“Agreed,” Gabriel commented.
The whir of the air conditioner was the only sound in the room save their labored breathing. Sated, exhausted, and utterly depleted, Gabriel felt himself falling asleep. He roused long enough to reach down and tug the blanket up over them.
“Gabriel?” Madelyn said.
“Yeah?”
“I’m so glad you’re ours.”
“Damn straight,” Noah added gruffly.
He smiled, eyes closed and happier than he could ever recall being. Tears stung his eyes and he cleared his throat. “Me, too,” he whispered. “Me, too.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jennifer August began working on her story-telling craft early in life, most notably by telling whoppers designed to get her out of trouble with her parents. Somehow, that just never seemed to work.
A proud military brat, Jennifer continued to practice her techniques in the various cities and countries where her family was deployed. These jaunts helped add local flavor—usually German beer—to her stories.
These days, she lives in the suburban wilds of Texas with a menagerie of family, pets, computer games, and office supplies.
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