34. A Bit Too Early
Chapter thirty-four
A Bit Too Early
Drake
Stanley groans, deep and throaty, as she glides her lips over him once more.
The sight of her wet mouth encircling his shaft, her head bobbing up and down on him, draws more heat to my loins.
Stan threads his fingers through her hair and pulls it to the back of her head; he wants to see more of her face, to watch her deep throat him until he can hold back no more.
A hunger grows in my stomach that’s deep and primal, urging my tip to find her entrance.
Slick and inviting, the heat slowly slips over me, envelopes me, as I find and split her center.
My hands glide over her hips until my fingers dig in, ready to hold her in place so that I don’t lose her to my thrusts.
All it takes is a gentle tug to pull her back against me, my length guided perfectly up to her cervix. Her inner walls clench down around me and a savage moan erupts from her throat, stifled by the presence of Stan’s cock.
I guide her forward once more, relishing the conflicting sensations of her warm entrance and the chill room air.
But Maria isn’t one to let me savor the moment as she slaps her rear against my stomach.
She doesn’t want me to leave. She wants the entirety of me inside her, exploring every inch and curve of her body.
I oblige with a quick thrust of my hips, our thighs slapping together in a quick note that drains more blood from my brain. I curl myself over her and gently bite the skin of her back to muffle a swear.
She feels so good...
I pick and maintain a rhythm to keep the bliss flowing; Maria matches it with her mouth on Stan, the room filling with our collective moans and gasps for air.
The three of us shift upwards until we’re on our hands and knees. My thrusts drive Maria forward onto Stan; his plunges repeat the motion to drive her deeper onto my dick.
Maria takes a deep gasp for air and stares up at Stan, though her words are meant for me.
“Yes... just like that...” she sighs. Her hand replaces her mouth to maintain his pleasure, not wanting to leave him in the cold.
“Like this?” I ask teasingly as I slip one finger between her thighs to catch the tip of her clit, already swollen and slick. Her body goes rigid against me, her walls clenching even tighter around me.
She likes that, huh...
I part her folds with expert fingers and stroke her sensitive nub with my middle finger, driving myself deeper inside her to bring her crashing to that final end. It would be a note of pride, being the one to make her come first. I was the one who met her first, after all, it would only be fair.
Lost in my pride, I completely miss the building pressure at the base of my spine and the building warmth in my girth. I muffle a savage moan as an orgasm rips its way through me, my body trembling as I spill myself inside her. Starlight sparks dance behind my eyes and I curse myself for my hubris.
So much for wanting to win this one.
As the last waves of pleasure begin to ebb away, I feel a little dissatisfied that I’ve come so quickly. I wanted to relish this moment as much as possible, to drink in every touch of her skin and pleasureful cry that erupts from her throat.
“Goddammit...” I crumple to the bed and roll to one side, annoyed at my shaft betraying me so readily. It continues to leak onto my stomach as it empties itself.
She turns just enough to catch my eye over her shoulder, a smile on her face and Stan still deep down her throat.
She winks and her hand disappears down her thigh to continue where I left off.
Maybe I’m not so done after all.