9. Chapter Nine #4
“You alright?” I asked. The word babygirl almost spilled from my lips, but that was Bailey’s thing—I’d have to think of something different for McKenna. “Are you—?”
“Okay?” McKenna laughed, groaning against the pillow as another inch of me stretched her backdoor. “Yes, as long as that’s the only time you ask that question. Fucking trust that I love this, Tom.”
She pushed against me, hard, and the sound she made—
I nearly came on the spot.
Another thrust, and then I looked down to see myself buried inside of McKenna’s ass.
The second I was all the way in she moaned like she’d just had an orgasm, the sound exuberant and filthy and somehow greedy.
She’d gotten her first, and so had I, and both of us loved it so much we hardly knew what to do with it.
I figured it out pretty quickly, though.
I moved slowly at first, then faster and with more confidence. One hand gripped her shoulder, both keeping her positioned and reassuring her, and as both of us started to move in sync McKenna came apart beneath me in a way I’d never seen a woman come apart before. Not even Bailey.
The trash talk fell away. Hell, words fell away.
This wasn’t a brat, or a gamer, or a girl dressed like the world’s sexiest video-game character—as I took her from behind, thrusting deep into her rear, all that was left of McKenna was a brilliant college girl clutching the sheets, auburn hair stuck to her face, letting out ragged gasps of bliss as she impaled herself back on me over and over and over again.
“She loves it,” I murmured, giving her ass a slap. “Fuck, you really do love this, don’t you, McKenna?”
“I fucking told you,” she groaned. She could’ve given me shit since that was technically me asking if she was okay, but she was having too much fun. “Oh my God, do it harder. I don’t want it to be sweet, Tom! You’re fucking me in the ass, be a fucking Dom about it already—”
That was a little bit of the brat. When I felt it rearing up, I grabbed a handful of McKenna’s hair and tugged. She cried out in mingled pain and pleasure as my hand came down on her other ass cheek, delivering a stinging slap.
“Shut the fuck up,” I growled, chuckling the way I knew she wanted me to. “Shut up and take it, you gorgeous little slut. Take that cock up your ass like a good girl.”
“Oh fuck!” McKenna buried her face in the pillow, her breasts heaving as she shuddered. “Yes, fuck me, fucking use me—!”
I did. Thrust by thrust, everything I thought I knew about what women could want in the bedroom was blown apart and rewritten by a gorgeous, auburn-haired college student. The world blurred, Bailey whimpering as she clung to me and watched her best friend get fucked.
I felt like a man snapping out of a trance as McKenna’s voice shot up an octave. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she groaned, her pussy quivering and spasming and clenching around the nothingness as I sent shocks through her back walls from the other side. “Shit, I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming—!”
I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t felt her unravel.
McKenna came apart beneath me, shattering in a beautiful scream of bliss as the force of having her guts rearranged sent her into an absolutely filthy climax.
Her asshole gripped me like a fist, clenching in ways I’d never felt before as she arched her back and howled and left a glistening stain where her pussy ground against the comforter in the throes of passion.
That did it. The feel of her around me, the sound of her ragged bliss, the way Bailey’s hands massaged my shoulders while she whimpered in my ear—give it to her, Daddy, she earned it, fill her up, please cum inside her—all of it combined to send me into the hardest, most unrestrained orgasm of my life.
I buried myself deeper than deep as the dam inside of me crumbled. I emptied everything I had inside of McKenna’s perfect, greedy ass while the two of us made the kind of noises that were explicitly the reason the Armada’s engineers had built those thick fucking walls.
We collapsed in a heap as I came down from the peak.
Bailey curled up next to me in the blankets; a few moments later, McKenna rose from the foot of the bed, looking wrecked and more beautiful than I’d ever seen her.
I hadn’t noticed her makeup before—it had been covered up by that blindfold—but her mascara ran down her cheeks in messy smears, making her look like she’d been rode hard and put away wet.
She stood at the foot of the bed, grinning, her arms crossed beneath her breasts in what was unmistakably a victory pose.
“Say it,” she insisted.
Huh?
It wasn’t directed at me. Bailey’s fingers gently raked my chest as she relaxed against me, peering at her best friend through narrowed lids.
“Say it,” McKenna repeated.
Bailey sighed and rolled her eyes. “You win,” she said, sounding irritated and pleased at the same time. “You’re the dirtiest girl in the house.”
McKenna pumped a fist. “Fuck yes,” she said, grinning from ear-to-ear.
Then she shimmied beneath the covers and gave us both a long, loving hug.