Chapter Eight – Angela #3
It felt natural to lay beside him, so I did, as his lips met mine and started to kiss.
Willa crawled up behind us and mirrored me, her breasts at my back, and I felt her hands wind around to touch mine, as his hand stroked down to grab my top leg and pull it over him.
He twisted, going flat, and spun me with him like an alligator, keeping me on top.
I was all too aware of how close his cock was to me.
It was like it was radiating heat and I could feel where it was with any part of my body.
I knew I was so wet, and I knew exactly what I wanted—he kissed me, not moving my body or his, just stroking me with his hands, kissing under my chin, my jaw, down my neck, anywhere he could reach, as I kissed him back, anywhere I could.
Then I saw Willa reach behind me, to keep stroking him, and I leaned over to kiss her, because she hadn’t been forgotten but—
I needed this. I’d been aching for this for so long—it felt like years, decades, eons. All of time stretched out behind me, the time when I wasn’t this woman—and now we were so close to the moment when I was.
I braced both hands on his chest and rose up and he watched me with a dark smile, giving nothing away. “Are you ready to beg me girl?”
I nodded helplessly. What use was pride when I was desperate to get fucked?
“Then do it,” he said, his gaze steady on mine.
I licked my lips. “Please.”
One of his eyebrows rose. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
He let out a low moan and his hands found my hips, tilting me forward, pushing me down against him.
Either Willa helped, or his cock knew exactly where to go, I felt it just barely push in, then back out, in and out, almost just brushing against me.
I wriggled, wanting more, wanting to be taken the same way he’d taken Willa, long and hard.
“Patience,” he said, holding me still, bringing himself further up with his hips. I could feel the exquisite span of his stomach curving below me, reach back and feel the muscles in his ass rise, but only the tip of his head went in.
“More,” I pleaded. “Before I die—more.”
“No one’s dying today,” he said, but his hands on my hips tensed and pushed me further back and I felt my pussy parting, opening to let him in. At last, at last, at last. I gasped at the sensation and he moaned.
Willa reached up to trace my lips with her fingers, and I bit and sucked on one of them—and she pushed it further inside my mouth. I wanted him like I was taking her, surely he knew that—and I felt him stretch me wider.
“You’re tight, princess,” Gray said. “I don’t want to hurt you. Don’t move.”
“Don’t stop,” I whispered, around Willa’s finger.
And he didn’t. He stayed there, gently pulsing—and I—with this complete stranger fucking me—I trusted him.
It almost hurt. It wanted to hurt. But I wanted this so bad that I wouldn’t let it—and the pain of him pushing in was transformed as my body moved past it, letting me envelope him.
I whined as he stretched me and it hurt-right-good, I could feel him pushing, pushing up, claiming me inch by inch.
It was as if he’d always belonged there, taking up this new space inside me that had never been filled by a man before.
“God,” he growled, and I looked down and saw him through my sex-glazed eyes, his jaw clenched.
I felt his hands tight on my thighs, and the rise of his ass beneath me, hitching up into my hips, and I realized how much he was holding back—and just what his restraint was costing him.
So I clawed my hands into the muscles of his chest, and shoved myself back, sealing us tight, finishing it.
I cried out as I pinned myself on him, feeling myself spread open to my widest point, all of my pussy wrapped around his cock.
“You’re so beautiful, Angie,” Willa whispered, coming up to kiss me as I shuddered on top of him. “You can do it, okay? You’re so strong.” She stroked my hair out of my face and cupped a breast. “You can take it. I know you can.”
I made a whining sound and nodded, because she was right, because I could.
“You’re so fucking tight, girl,” Gray growled below me. “If I let myself go, I might tear you in two.”
I full-body shivered at the thought of that, at some man needing me to the point of abandon, no matter how murderous. My nipples went hard, and I felt the fat head of his cock rub deep inside me as I moved.
“Yeah,” he muttered, putting his hands around my waist to encourage me, rocking me back and forth in slow motion. “Just like that, girl. Get used to it. Get used to me fucking you.”
Willa started kissing at my breasts, and I wound my arms around her, as if using her for strength, while Gray started taking bigger strokes.
It still burned, a little, but it also felt good, so good, better than I’d ever felt before—no late night furtively touching myself in my bedroom could compare, especially with Willa sucking at my nipples, and listening to Gray groan, as his thrusts started becoming stronger.
“I’m going to fuck your pussy hard soon, girl,” he promised, “but I need you to come for me, first.” He licked a thumb, set it between my thighs, and started in on my clit.
“Oh God,” I whispered, as Willa laughed, switching breasts.
“God has nothing to do with it,” Gray rumbled looking up, pulling himself nearly out of me, and then taking me in one stroke. I cried out. “Hurry, girl,” he said, speeding his thumb up, using my wetness to rub me. “I want to fuck the shit out of you,” he said, with a growl, speeding up.
I thrilled at the thought, even if I couldn’t imagine anything better than this, right here and now.
“But I need to know you’re ready,” he went on, his jaw dropped. “I want to feel you grab me with your virgin cunt.”
Under any other circumstance the foul word would’ve made my ears ring but here it felt right. Cunt, pussy, whatever he wanted to call it, as long as he kept shoving his cock inside of it—just like he was—it was his.
A weight sank between my hips as my stomach crunched and my ass tightened. I was going to—I was going to—I was going to—
“Yeah,” he growled, and reached over to spank Willa’s ass. She yelped and lightly bit my nipple and it was like that was the trigger.
I wrapped an arm around her head, keeping it there, making her suck on me as I shuddered, screaming, the tornado that I kept deep inside, finally set free.
I writhed on Gray, speared by his cock, rubbing myself into his thumb, while at the same time I made the head of his cock hit the right spot inside and I cried out, wordlessly, again, and again, coming so hard I saw stars.
“Oh my God!” I shouted at the end, as the final wave pulled through me, and then I fell towards Willa, as if I’d been shot. Gray’s cock yanked out of me, and through a haze of endorphins I vaguely realized he was still hard.
He laughed darkly, beside the two of us, stroking a rough hand down my back. “Good girl, Angela,” he said encouragingly, then he leaned up on an elbow to pierce me with a stare. “But you’re not done yet.”
I panted over Willa, who had wrapped me in her arms. “No?” I asked, trying to catch my breath.
He shook his head and gave me a killer smile, before rising up onto his knees.
Then he picked me up by the hips like I weighed nothing, and pulled me to all fours in front of him, over Willa.
“Now that you’re not a virgin anymore,” he said, rubbing his palm up and down my ass, “let’s see what you can do. ”
He shoved himself in me without preamble, all the way up to the fucking hilt, and I cried out at being filled so soon again.
I could feel the natural curve of his cock pulling up inside of me, and as he started thrusting, I could feel the thickness of his head rub up and down my orgasm-swollen inner walls.
I moaned without thinking. I’d had no idea I could feel as good as I had before, and yet here I was—and I might get to feel that good again.
“Yeah,” he said, in agreement with my moan. “You’re still so fucking tight, Angela. And I love knowing I’m the first man to get to do this to you.” He punctuated every other word with a thrust, and then made an animalistic sound—much like he had when he’d come for Willa. I stiffened and thrilled.
He was going to come for me—if not now, soon!—and I’d get to feel him shoving his cum deep inside me, claiming me, for all time.
And then Willa’s hands were in my hair, pulling my mouth to hers. I thought for a moment that she might be jealous, but no—I could tell by her eyes she was thrilled for me. That she was with me—that we both got to be here.
“I want to see him fuck you every which way,” she whispered. I gasped—and I could’ve sworn I could feel him getting harder inside. She licked her fingers and then reached between my legs to rub my clit.
“Oh God, Willa,” I whispered back, biting my lips. My best friend was making an already hot moment impossibly hotter. How did she always know what to do? We’d read the same dirty books!
But she was always braver than me—until now.
“Do you know how hot it is to watch him ride you?” she asked sincerely, and I heard Gray groan. “To know what he’s doing to you?”
I shook my head like a horse fighting reins, the weight of his cock thudding solidly in and out of me, her fingertips moving fast.
“I can’t stand it anymore, it’s so fucking hot,” she breathed, and collapsed back, the hand that had been touching me now trapped between her own legs, as she pinched her nipple with the other hand.
Her legs were spread open, right in front of me, I could see every inch of her sex, the way her folds were just like mine, glistening with juices, like a ripe piece of fruit.
“Come here,” I told her. Her eyes met mine, and for a second, disbelieved—and then she saw that I was serious and moved her hips over, so that I could bow my head down and feast.