Chapter 10 Locke #2
Kamirah cried out and quaked in my arms as her orgasm slammed into her.
Her legs almost gave out as Chris relentlessly devoured her, pushing her higher and drawing out the bliss.
When he finally pulled back, his beard was shiny from her juices, and his chest was heaving, his dick an angry red from being neglected for far too long.
I slid my hand down to her waist and held her steady as she came down from her high. “Lean against your husband, pretty thing so I can stretch this sexy ass.”
She moaned and leaned forward, pressing her face to Chris’s tattooed chest and canting her ass out for me.
“So sexy,” I breathed, then ran my fingers down her crease.
After falling to my knees, I emptied a couple of sachets of lube onto my fingers, and with one hand reached between Kamirah’s legs for Chris’s cock.
He shouted out and punched his hips forward, his precum mixing with the lube to ease my strokes.
With the other hand, I circled Kamira’s rim and pressed , entering her slowly.
Her body sucked my finger in, the tight heat of her channel making me burn up.
She was hot and silky smooth, and my dick was jealous of my own fingers.
I wished I could kiss and lick those voluptuous cheeks.
I wanted my tongue on her rim and my fingers buried deep inside her.
She whimpered nonsensically as I stretched her.
I pumped inside her slowly, teasing her until she was begging for more. She needed it, and I was right there to give it to her. Chris had told me she loved to be DP’d, and a spike of jealousy lodged deep in my chest. Not a single other man apart from Chris was going to touch my woman.
I added another finger, scissoring them to stretch her. She pushed back against me, riding my fingers. Her movements became choppy as I pressed deep inside her. Her breathing picked up, and I felt the pulsing of her pussy.
“You going to come again, sweet thing?” I asked as I added a third finger.
“Fuck,” she panted. “Yes. Fuck. Please. More. Deeper. Harder.”
I obliged, stretching her and upping the speed and strength of my movements.
She cried out, and the muscles in her core contracted, over and over. I stood up while she was still coming on my fingers, and Chris’s cock slapped against his belly as I let go of him. He grunted and through heavily lidded eyes looked to me for direction.
“Lift her up and sit her on your cock so I can fuck our woman’s ass.” With my free hand, I wound her hair around my fist and tugged her head back, exposing her throat to Chris. “Gonna fill you up with our cum until you’re dripping with it.”
Kamirah moaned and I let go of her hair as Chris lifted her, keeping my fingers lodged deep inside her.
She was clenching and releasing, and I pumped in and out, prolonging her orgasm.
She wrapped her legs around her husband’s waist and arched into my touch.
I guided his cock inside her pussy and moaned as I felt every inch of him through the thin barrier of her internal walls.
My balls drew up and my cock pulsed. Fuck me, I was already on the edge.
I pulled my fingers free, and Kamirah cried out, “No.”
But I needed a moment, or I’d go off like a fizzer, not impressing anyone. I wanted to make this last—it was going to be a night she’d never forget.
I stepped back to watch Chris lift his wife and lower her back down onto his cock.
They were uninhibited, lost in each other and oblivious to the world around them.
It stirred something deep inside me. Watching Chris’s cock disappear into Kamirah’s pussy was a fucking turn-on.
Knowing her hole was stretched and waiting for me to sink inside was orgasm inducing.
But it was more than that.
I gave up trying to resist her, coated myself in another sachet of lube, then stepped back behind her.
When I rubbed my sheathed cock over her still-open hole, Kamirah’s breath caught, and she pushed back.
“Hungry for my dick, aren’t you?” I taunted, pressing forward enough that she could feel the stretch around my cockhead.
Chris moaned, and I pressed harder against his dick, frotting with him through her walls.
“Fuck me, please,” she begged breathlessly.
I held her hips and thrust forward slowly, bottoming out in one slow glide. She was tight without Chris inside her, but with him, she was strangling my dick. I was in fucking heaven.
Kamirah cried out, her moans floating over the quiet of the night. Chris grunted, a full-body shiver passing through him as my cock slid against his.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “So good.”
She was tight and hot, silky smooth and perfect under my hands and wrapped around my dick.
I never wanted to leave. I wanted to brand them both as mine—tattoo it on their arses if I could—and keep them.
Possessiveness roared up inside me, and I gripped her hips firmer, pumping in and out of her faster and harder.
“So tight. Your arse is fucking perfection,” I ground out.
We worked in counterpoint, Chris pulling out and me driving forward. Kamirah’s moans were constant, and the harder and faster we thrust into her, the more vocal she became. I gripped her tighter, leaving what would probably be crescent bruises on her skin, and slammed my hips forward.
She screamed, coming again, and it took everything in me to hold off my own orgasm as her body tightened and released around us. A bead of sweat dripped down her back. Her skin was burning up and oversensitive to the touch.
I was determined to give her another. Fuck knew if I could hold out until then, but I had to try. I gritted my teeth and slowed my thrusts, and if by some unspoken agreement, Chris did the same. I was breathing fast, my chest heaving, my skin sweat-slicked and my dick as hard as granite.
Kamirah rested her head back against my shoulder, and she pressed her lips to the skin of my throat in the very spot that drove me wild.
I snapped my hips forward, bottoming out in her, and she sucked on my skin, the tightness and pinch telling me the bruise she was marking me with would match the ones I was leaving on her luscious arse.
“Oh fuck, Kam, he loves it. His dick just got ten times harder,” Chris growled.
I lost it then, the pleasure taking over until I was mindless with lust. I snapped my hips forward, rutting inside her and chasing the orgasm that I’d been on the brink of a moment ago.
Everything except Kamirah and Chris faded away until I was so far gone that I could only follow my body’s base commands—fuck hard and fast until I exploded inside our woman.
I wanted to paint her with my cum. I wanted to mark her and claim her as ours.
My heart was pounding and my breath sawing in and out of my lungs. Waves of bliss rippled from my balls as they drew up tight, readying to unleash. My cock was oversensitive, Kamirah’s walls and Chris’s cock driving me wild.
My orgasm crashed through me like a dam breaking its banks, and I shouted out, pressing as deep as I could inside Kamirah’s welcoming hole. My entire body vibrated, my orgasm curling my toes with every pulse of cum that emptied from my balls.
Chris shouted out, and the throb of his cock against mine set me off again. My empty balls tried valiantly to shoot more into the condom I wore. I shivered, every nerve ending overstimulated but desperate for more.
Then Kamirah was tightening around us and crying out again incoherently. She fucked herself on our cocks, using Chris’s hips to lever herself up and down. She was desperate to prolong the ecstasy. I swiveled my hips, pressing deeper inside her as Chris’s dick continued to pulse against mine.
I slumped forward, hating that my mask was in the way. I wanted to kiss them both. I wanted to get completely naked and crawl under the sheets with them.
But I couldn’t. I was a fantasy to them. Nothing more.
I started to pull back, but Kamirah shot her arm out and wrapped it around my nape, holding me still.
“I fly out tomorrow,” I confessed, unsure why I’d chosen that moment to confess it.
“I don't want this to end,” she whispered, her voice hitching as she spoke.
“I wish I could extend my stay.” I’d tried to already, but I had engagements I couldn’t push back.
They were quiet, and I knew I’d overstayed my welcome this time around. I slid my hand from her arse to the base of my cock and held onto the condom as I eased out of her.
I couldn’t look at them. I knew what this was, and I’d gotten swept up in the fantasy, too, except instead of just enjoying the sex, I’d gone and fallen in lust with them.
I switched off my mask and turned away, my shoulders hunched as I eased the condom off and tied it.
Chris broke the silence when he cleared his throat. “Where do you live?”
I exhaled heavily. Could they possibly want what I did?
The crazy thing was, if I had the chance, I’d give them anything.
“Phoenix,” I lied, desperately trying not to reveal who I was.
But I couldn’t walk away, so I added, “But I work in LA. You?” I asked, knowing full well they were within driving distance from me.
“San Diego.” Kamirah hesitated a moment, then asked, “Maybe you can chase us down sometime?”
“Yeah, maybe.” I swallowed hard, and relief swamped me. God, I wanted that. It was dangerous to my sanity, and probably more to my heart, but I couldn’t help the smile that broke free at the possibility of seeing them again.
“How can we contact you?” Kamirah asked.
I closed my eyes and bit my lip, trying to slow the sudden rapid beat of my heart. This was actually happening. I inhaled slowly and moved just as slowly so that I didn’t give away my excitement. “Give me your cell.”
Kamirah dashed over to the table where her phone was sitting.
She moaned and pressed her thighs together. “I have cum running down my legs, and it’s the hottest fucking thing ever.”
My still exposed cock bucked, and Kam flicked her eyes down, then bit back a smile.
When she handed her cell to me, I entered my personal number and gave it back.
Chris slipped his arms around his wife’s waist, and she leaned back against him. “We’re going to contact you as soon as we’re home,” he said. “I really want you to message us back.”
“Me too,” Kamirah whispered.
I reached out and clasped Kamirah’s hand, interlacing our fingers. If I didn’t say it now, if I didn’t give them some indication of how deep I was getting myself into this, I would regret it. If my possessiveness scared them away, then it needed to happen now.
“You're mine now. Mine to chase. Mine to fuck. Mine to mark and own. Another man lays a hand on you, and I'll rip his dick off.”
I couldn’t believe the words that had come out of my mouth. I had no right to them. But I definitely wanted to have that right.
“Yes,” Chris hissed, and Kam squeezed my hand and tugged on my arm. I relented and stepped forward, then she guided my hand to her pussy. Their combined juices coated my fingers, and I rubbed her clit.
“Yours,” she moaned.
“Keep our man’s ass stretched for me, Kamirah, and this pussy wet so I can bend you both over anytime I want to. I will be in touch.”
Kamirah's pussy tightened around my fingers, and her breathy moan had me wanting to say fuck it and sink back inside her. But with every ounce of self-restraint I possessed, I slapped Chris’s arse and ordered, “Fuck your wife again, boy. I want to hear her scream from the shore.”
I left them there then and walked around to the other side of the deck. I stripped off, balled up my clothes, and climbed down the ladder to the water. Holding the bundle above the surface, I swam away from them, listening as their cries rang out over the quiet night.