Double Rolled: An MMF Bisexual Romance

by Aly White

  “How do you want to be fucked, huh, Violet?” he tugs at my hair, forcing me to look up at him in the eye.

  “On the table,”

  He smiles at this as he kisses me once more, but this time, all the gentleness of the earlier kiss is gone, replaced by something that is being consumed by lust. I gasp as my legs hit the table, and Miguel, forever the opportunist, slides in his tongue.

  With a firm grip on my waist, he lifts me effortlessly on to the table and inserts himself in between my legs. He groans as I palm his bulge through the rough fabric of his pants, stroking him until he takes my hand and pins it behind me.

  “I’ll make you feel good, Violet,” he says breathlessly.

  I reach out and tugs him lower, my lips meeting the soft skin of his neck, then the harsh line of his jaw, and soon, his lips. I feel him tug my dress upwards, freeing my legs from the tight fabric as it bunches on my stomach.

  Without any warning, Miguel slips in one finger inside my already wet core, immediately adding a second one as he pumps into me. I moan into his mouth as he fingers my pussy, stretching my walls.

  “Fucking hell, mmmm,” I whisper to his mouth as I work on taking off his belt and unbuttoning his trousers. “I fucking want you inside of me right now.”

  Miguel only hums as he curls his fingers that are buried deep inside of me, making my hips buck forward as he pulls his fingers out. He raises his cum-coated fingers to my mouth and says, “Suck it.”

  Letting out a shaky breath, I comply and open my mouth as I take Miguel’s fingers. I lick his fingers and suck on it, my tongue making swirls on the length of his fingers, and this time, it’s him who lets out a shaky breath.

  “Stop,” he says, and I comply once more. “Fuck,” he whispers harshly as he violently tugs at his boxers, his cock springing free from its confinement.

  I lean backward, my arms behind me and palms flat on the surface of Miguel’s table as he pulls me towards him.

  I cry out at his first, hard and deep thrust. He rolls his hips, waiting for my pussy to adjust to his girth, before pulling out and thrusting inside of me again, even deeper this time.

  “You take me so good,” he grunts as he rolls his hips against mine.

  He shifts and places both of my arms around his neck as I push myself against him as he penetrates me even deeper. His lips meet mine, our tongues tangle against each other as my hands tug and pull at his hair.

  He grunts into my mouth as my pussy clenches around his cock.

  “I’m going to come,” I whisper against his mouth, moaning as he thrusts even harder this time, the harsh slap of his hips meeting mine ringing in my ears.

  A hot, white flash washes over my body as I quiver and reach my climax, and I bury my face in the crook of his neck. Miguel’s body tenses and my hips buck backward at the force as he comes inside me. Still, he pushes me against him, burying himself even deeper in me.

  The smell of sex hangs in the air. Only our ragged breathing could be heard, as Miguel finally stops rolling his hips lazily against mine. Eyes dazed, I look up only to find him looking down at me. He smiles, still hung at the post-orgasm haze, and kisses me gently on the forehead, on the eyelids, on the tip of my nose, before capturing my lips.

  I sigh into his mouth, a little part of me like what we just did, but at the same time, regretting it. I mean, I just fucked the guy I like in his office, who probably has no idea that I’m no longer using him to advance my career.

  I am so fucked.

  Afterword

  Hey beautiful readers.

  Miguel and Violet’s story is one I’m thinking I might need to tell.

  It isn’t MF, it would also be an MMF story. I wanted to give you a tease in the epilogue

  I have a few notes about them in my writing notebook.

  Are you interested in reading more about them?

  If so drop me an email at alywhite@rainandcocoapress.com.