Between the Sheets (9781476775807)

by Cairo

  “Yes, papi. I know I can,” she responds breathlessly. “Give it to me. All of it.”

  Her scent, wet and needy, fills my nostrils.

  “Yeah, you want all of it? All thirteen inches?”

  Her eyes widen. “Yes. Oooh, yes.”

  I watch as he unzips his pants and digs the heavy length of his cock out. He isn’t wearing any underwear, which makes its release easier. The crown of his dick is damp with arousal.

  I lick my lips.

  She licks her lips.

  My mouth waters for a taste.

  Of him, of her…

  Her cunt is thick and juicy, the imprint of her bulging sex beckoning for release as Marcel grinds up into her, against the silky fabric sheathing her core.

  She moans.

  My breath catches. I snake my right hand down into my panties, while my left teases my right nipple.

  “You like that,” he rasps, reaching under her panties with his thumbs and pulling at her cunt lips out of the sides of the crotch.

  “Yes, yes,” she whimpers.

  Marcel presses his shaft up against the center of her panties, right between her swollen lips, up against her engorged clit.

  “Imagine I’m fucking your wet pussy,” he tells her. “Squeeze your tits. Play with your nipples.”

  She does, cupping them.

  My fingers slip into my pussy, slinking into my own wetness.

  Anoynmous moans.

  Marcel rolls his hips into her again. His ass, thick muscled humps, looks so delicious clenching and unclenching with each stroke.

  I moan, coating my fingers with heat and excitement.

  “I’m gonna make you nut in ya panties,” Marcel taunts, thrusting into her. “You wanna come on my dick?”

  “Yes, papi. Yes,” she pants. “You have my pussy so hot. So wet. So ready.”’

  My fingers sink deeper into my cunt as Anonymous wriggles and begs. I can tell the friction and the heat is pushing her over the edge.

  I can see Marcel’s hard dick straining toward her panty-soaked pussy.

  She reaches for it.

  Marcel grabs her wrist. “Nah, mami. You don’t get to touch this dick.” He grips both of her small wrists in his one hand, holding them up over her head.

  Between gnashed teeth, she hisses, “Fuck me, papi. Give me that big black cock. Let me feel it deep inside my pussy.” She thrusts her hips upward. “Oooh, papi…feed mi coño with your big, hard dick. Give it to me.”

  Marcel pulls her panties to the side, exposing her puffy cunt, swollen and wet with lust and heat and want. Then assaults her clit and the center of her slit with swift pumps, sawing back and forth over her cunt.

  Marcel steps back, gazes at her pussy, slides two fingers in and fucks into her. She moans low, her head falling back.

  It doesn’t take me long to step out of my cum-soaked panties and fasten my harness on, readying myself.

  She reaches for Marcel again—his thick and hard and aching dick, wanting him, begging for him, but he pushes her hands away. “What I say, yo? You don’t get this dick yet. Not until my baby fucks you; until she opens you wide for me. She’s gonna fuck you deep until your pussy drips.”

  Her gaze flickers over at me, then glides down to the silicone jutting out from its harness.

  I lick my lips. Stroke my ribbed cock, purple and thick. I cup one of my breasts in one hand, lift it up to my parted mouth and suck my nipple in.

  Marcel takes me in. His eyes alight with fire as his gaze glides down to my long cock. He licks his lips.

  Anonymous spreads her legs wider, winds her hips upward. Moans. Talks dirty in Spanish. Tells Marcel how he’s driving her insane. Making her dizzy with lust.

  Marcel bends forward and bites into her cunt, causing her to howl out in ecstasy. “Yes, papi! Oooh, yes!”

  I stroke my cock, pressing the base of my harness into my clit, watching Marcel trace the sides of her labia with quick, wet strikes of his tongue until his bottom lip stretches under her slit. His tongue licks and nibbles and flicks at her clit, then he sucks her deep into his mouth.

  Marcel stands, plunges two fingers inside her, then treats her to her own juices. He tells her to suck. And she does. Her head falls back and she sucks in his fingers in delight, in hungry want.

  He works her panties back in place, then steps back.

  I let out a moan, fisting my cock faster. My pussy juices splatter along the edges of its base. I’m ready.

  Ready to sink my cock into her clenching cunt. Ready to feel her spasm along the ridged width. Ready to fuck into her guts.

  Warm and wet, Marcel palms the front of her sodden panties, then smacks her cunt over the thin lace material.

  “Ooh, yes, yes, yes…more. Yo quiero más.” She says she wants more.

  Whap!

  Marcel smacks her crotch again.

  My own pussy tingles. And drools. And is eager for attention. A finger, a tongue, a long hard dick…anything other than my own fingers fucking into my pulsing heat.

  Marcel’s gaze flickers over at me as if he’s reading my mind, as if he can smell my aching pussy’s need.

  “I got you, baby.” He winks at me. “Sexy ass.”

  My lips curl as he tells her to get down from the dresser, get down on her knees and crawl over to me. She does. Submits without a blink of an eye. “Suck my baby’s dick,” he orders. “I wanna see that pretty mouth working all over her cock.”

  “Anything for you, papi,” she says over her shoulder.

  He stalks behind her, slapping her on her ass as she prowls toward me. When her lips meet the tip of my cock, Marcel feathers a hand over her jaw and tells her to open her mouth.

  “That’s right. Open wide. Say ‘aah.’ ”

  Her lips part and I fit the crown into her mouth, easing in while Marcel holds her head.

  I moan. “That’s it. Suck it.”

  She closes her eyes and sucks me deeper into her mouth, past her tonsils; down into her throat, her nose pressing into the base of my harness. Marcel lies flat on his stomach in back of her, his face flush with her ass. He eats her pussy from the back. I can hear the wet licks of his tongue; the wet slurps of his lips as he gobbles her sex into his mouth.

  She groans into my cock. He uses his fingers to spread her open and tongues her, fingers her, curls into her heat and presses into her G-spot.

  Anonymous bucks and gasps, sucking feverishly on my cock. I reach up and pinch my nipples, tweaking them, rolling them.

  “Baby, fuck her mouth,” Marcel muffles out in between licks. She frantically pushes back against Marcel’s mouth, his tongue, while I stroke her tonsils. Her mouth tightens against me, pressing into my throbbing clit. My orgasm rises. Ignites. Crackles and blazes. Spreads like a wildfire.

  My body shakes.

  Her body shakes.

  Faster, wetter, the slick sounds of my cock sliding in and out of her juicy mouth, diving in and out of her throat, brushing her tonsils.

  I close my eyes and cry out, imagining a jet of hot semen hitting the back of her throat. Imagining her swallowing my hot nut spurting from my cock and spilling over her lips.

  A pulse pounds, thick and heavy, in my pussy. I come, over and over and over, still wanting, needing, more. Oh God, yes. Hips still moving, I shudder. And Anonymous shivers, too. Drool and lots of spit, pooling out of her mouth and cascading down her chin.

  Round one is finished. But the party’s just begun…

  And now I am fucking Marcel, riding his dick, bucking my hips as Anonymous straddles his face, facing me. She fondles my breasts, then leans in and suckles them into her mouth. She lavishes them with sweet affection, then bites into each nipple, causing heat to ripple through my entire body. The rush begins low in my body, then fans out into flames as Marcel thrusts hard. Rapidly stroking deep.

  Anonymous leans in and kisses me, her fingers caressing my swollen tips, cupping my breasts. She sucks my tongue into her mouth. And before long, we are both meltin
g; me over Marcel’s dick, her over his mouth and tongue.

  I keep coming, watching Anonymous watch me.

  Then reluctantly, I slowly lift up from him. His dick is still rock-hard and ready for more. Anonymous joins me in sucking his dick clean. Our tongues laving up his shaft, then meeting at the crown, twirling our tongues over it before wrapping our lips over each side of his mushroom-shaped head and sucking. We French kiss his tip, then slide back down his shaft, before each sucking one of his balls into our mouths.

  “Aaaah, shiit, fuck…that’s what I’m talking about. Suck them shits. Yeah. Mmmmhmm. Just like that.”

  She moans, rubbing her pussy. She begs for her turn to feel Marcel’s hard dick. She eases up over him, readying to mount when I grab hold of her ass and stop her.

  “Wait a minute, sweetie. There’ll be no raw dick tonight.”

  Her mouth turns into a crooked, drunk grin. “I’m clean, mami.”

  “That’s nice,” I say, reaching over and grabbing the gold-foiled wrapper. “And so is this condom.” I tear it open, rolling the Magnum down over his shaft. “Now you can have at it.”

  She glances over her shoulder at me, and smirks as I reach underneath her and guide Marcel’s dick to her entrance, then slap the mouth of her pussy a few times with it before letting her sit down on it. She gasps. I push her forward as Marcel wraps his arm around her back and glides his dick through her wetness.

  “Dios mío! Ooh, mmm…su pinga es tan grande!” She steadies her breathing, then rocks back and forth, slowly easing down on his dick. She gallops up and down on Marcel’s dick. Rides him like a skilled jockey riding a thoroughbred. She speaks more Spanish. Tells him how wet he makes her pussy. “Mmm, papi. Tu pinga es bien garde y chocolate como mi gusta!!!! Oooh, yes…your dick is big and chocolate how I like it!”

  There’s a growing heat in Marcel’s gaze, and hers…

  She’s trying to out-fuck my man. Trying to outshine me.

  I am surprised at the tinge of jealousy that washes over me. I know she is no threat to me. But…it’s as if Marcel is making love to her, not fucking her. He’s touching her, and filling her, spreading heat and good dick all through her. And the look in her eyes tells me she may not be able to separate feelings from sex.

  “Oooh, papi…” she mutters, rocking and rolling her pelvis. “It feels so good in me. Oh, I love the feel of this big dick. Mmmm…”

  She has every inch of Marcel’s dick stuffed inside her. Deep. Balls deep.

  And, yes. I am impressed.

  Her eyes glaze with passion.

  Or maybe it’s craziness. Yes, that’s it. Call it women’s intuition. But I know crazy when I see it. And this bitch has a crazy look in her eyes that I hadn’t noticed before now.

  But I shake the thoughts, the nagging feelings, and stay in the moment. Her pussy is hot and wet and very juicy.

  She lifts up and squats and lets Marcel thrust up in her. “Turn around on this dick, yo,” he says huskily. And, slowly…she does. She rotates her hips, and her juices slide down Marcel’s shaft. She turns until she is facing him and her back is toward me.

  I reach out and smooth my fingers over her skin. Caress her ass. Reach around and fondle her heavy breasts. Her nipples are swollen thick.

  She moans, “Aaaah…,” then leans in and kisses Marcel. I pull her face from his, breaking her kiss, covering her mouth with mine as Marcel’s dick slides in and out of her body.

  I tear my lips from the kiss, then position myself behind her and kiss the small of her back, then let my tongue slide up her spine, then down it until my tongue dips into the crack of her ass.

  I lick further down until I am flicking at Marcel’s condom-sheathed shaft, until I am lapping her cunt juices from his balls.

  Marcel moans, “Aaah…shit, yeah…do that shit, baby…”

  I know he’s talking to me. But Anonymous feels the need to respond for me. “You like that, boo? You love how this good pussy wraps around that big dick, hmm?”

  I lick back up to her crack, then along her spine, feathering wet kisses over her damp, heated skin.

  I inhale her musky scent of arousal, feeling my pussy coming alive again. Aching with desire. Pulsing with a burning need. And knowing.

  “You like that big dick in your pussy?” I nip at her earlobe. She grunts her response. “Then you’ll love one stuffed in your tight little ass.” My thumb lightly brushes over her nipple. “You want it in your ass, too?”

  “Mmmmm…yes. Give it to me in mi culo…”

  I smack her ass again. Then walk over to my handbag and return with a Trojan Fire and Ice condom and lubricant before crawling up behind her.

  I tear open the wrapper, then roll the condom down onto my cock.

  Marcel reaches around and slaps her ass, both cheeks alternately. “Arch ya back, babe. Get that sweet ass in the air for my baby.”

  Marcel’s gaze meets mine. He licks his lips and winks at me as I squeeze out some gel onto my fingers. I smear some over her hole, then finger her, working the lube inside and out, finally stretching her with my fingers.

  She whimpers.

  “You ready to have me inside your ass? To have the both of us fucking you?”

  She yells out something in Spanish, then bucks her hips.

  “Fuck her good, baby,” Marcel says gruffly, watching as I position myself, guiding my purple cock between her ass cheeks.

  Anonymous gasps.

  Marcel cups her face in his hands and soothes her with tenderness. “Ssh, relax. Lean into it, baby…look at me. Give in to it, mami.”

  She inhales deeply.

  I palm her ass, pushing every inch into her tight space. Determined to fuck her guts in, then out.

  Marcel groans, feeling her pussy clamp around his dick like a tight fist as I fuck into her ass until we are both bathed in fire. My breasts sweep across her smooth back.

  I lean in and meet Marcel’s gaze again.

  Whatever niggling of jealousy I’d felt earlier is now gone. I feel in control. I am in control.

  “Can you feel my cock fucking into her sweet ass, baby?”

  Marcel grunts. “Fuck yeah. Aaah, shit…”

  She moans loudly and leans farther into Marcel as I push forward and gently rock my hips into her ass, sawing her hole with heat from the ribbed dildo and the tingling sensations caused by the warming effects of the condom and lube.

  Marcel curls his fingers underneath Anonymous’ ass and lifts her slightly. We both take turns thrusting and retreating, fucking her holes.

  Squishy, squish-squish…

  Her wetness splashes out of her.

  She cries out in Spanish. “Dios mío! Ooh, I never thought this would feel sooooo good. Ooh, ooh, ooooooh…yes!”

  Our bodies slam together. Our rhythm in sync, Marcel and I are in our own zone. I silently know, he silently knows, we are both ready to explode.

  Sensation starts to tumble inside of me, roiling up from my clit, bubbling up inside my cunt. My head lolls back. My eyes roll upward. The room starts to spin.

  Then the entire bed shakes as I pound into her ass, striking my clit with each delivered stroke, watching the eye of her hole stretch and pucker around my cock.

  Anonymous cries out.

  Marcel growls.

  And my own cry mixes with theirs.

  Slowly, the three of us lay, sweetly heated, panting and wet and quivering, still shaking from the multiple aftershocks of pleasure.

  Deliciously fucked…

  TWENTY-THREE

  Marcel

  “Man, get the fuck outta here!” I snap, smacking the palm of my hand down on the long conference table. I’ve been in a meeting with J-Smooth and his punk-ass manager for the last thirty minutes listening to these two morons try to convince me why I shouldn’t release this muhfucka from his contract with MK Records. “Don’t get it twisted. I’m not the one who fucked you over, man. You did. I’m not the one ruining ya career. You are.”

  I stare at him. He
’s five-eleven, slender, mocha brown, with sleepy dark eyes and a neatly trimmed goatee perfectly framed around full lips. And real talk. He could definitely get this dick in his neck if he got down like that. I know a lot of muhfuckas in the industry who do, but J-Smooth’s name isn’t one of them on the list.

  “You know I’m talented, MarSell, man,” he says, running a hand over the waves of his freshly cut hair. “And you know I can get in the studio and drop a hot album. Don’t let some BS get in the way of us making this money, man.”

  Muhfucka, you can drop down on those knees and wet up this dick; that’s it. I take a deep breath. “Yeah, you’re a talented artist. No one can deny that. But I’m not the one gettin’ in the way with us gettin’ this paper. You are. At the end of the day, talent doesn’t mean shit if no one is checkin’ for you. And right now. You’re going down faster than a plane. Your fans aren’t feeling you. Money or not, you’re becoming reckless and too risky. And you and your antics are becoming a liability.”

  “C’mon, man. If you’d just ride it out with me, this’ll all blow over. I know I can win my fans’ trust and respect back. I’ve already made a public apology.”

  I give him a blank stare. “And you think some half-assed public apology means shit when you keep doing the same bullshit?” Then to add to his already fucked up image, this morning someone leaked some photos of this dumb muhfucka with a bong pressed to his fucking lips smoking weed. The muhfucka looked lit the fuck up. When I saw that shit this morning, all I could do was shake my damn head. Then when I called him on it during the first half of this meeting, this muhfucka said he took a few hits because he’s stressed. I knew then I’d made the right decision dropping his ass.

  I shake my head. “Nah. MK Records isn’t that pressed for drama. I’m not checkin’ for gangster R&B artists. You seem better suited for Thug Records or some other label that supports slashin’ tires ‘n’ crackin’ bottles upside muhfuckas’ heads. But you can’t be here.”