Protecting Dallas

is magnificent chest.

“Sharing is the one thing we do best,” he said softly. “And having you with us has opened up all new doors in that regard.”

Somewhere deep inside me his cock pulsed and twitched… as if he were already going to come. I could feel how incredibly rigid he was. How amazingly, beautifully hard.

“We want you, Dallas,” he said, bouncing me gently. “All of us. Every part of us.”

His hands slid down my body, dragging deliciously over my nipples before settling on my naked hips. From there he guided me up and down, taking over with his two impossibly strong arms.

“Every part of you.”

I cried out as he thrusted hard at the end of the statement, stretching me from within. He pulled down on my hips to maximize penetration, simultaneously rolling the rest of his body into me.

God…

“We’re going to protect you, Dallas,” he whispered huskily. “All three of us.”

He was so deep! So achingly, wonderfully deep in my belly. Breathlessly, I could feel him throbbing. Pulsing. Twitching…

“And you’ll never have to be alone…”

Twenty-Nine

MADDOX

Screwing her with the others had been nothing short of incredible. Seeing her writhe beneath us. Watching her expression of rapture as we took her together, the three of us, making love to her body from all sides, all angles.

But taking her alone…

Holy fuck.

Well, that was fun too.

It was all I could do to hold back, watching Dallas glide rhythmically up and down my hard shaft. Her body was warm and amazing, her breasts bouncing firmly and hypnotically with every upward thrust. It made me want to immediately consummate our union by exploding gloriously inside her. I wanted to fill her up… then watch as the remainder of my juices ran out the sides of her pretty pink pussy.

I could picture it in my mind’s eye: the sweet, blinding ecstasy of my inevitable orgasm. My cry of victory that would rattle the walls of our shitty little motel room. Yet as incredible as it would be, it would be even more fun to wait. More fun to make her climax first, before going to town on what had to be the tightest, wettest lover I’d ever had the pleasure of taking pleasure in.

“Slow down…”

I grunted the words more than said them. Dallas only grinned, then shifted her weight so she could reach back and fondle my balls.

Jesus Christ!

It was a slow, arduous torment. Watching her beautiful hair, cascading down around her gorgeous face. The feel of her fingernails, tracing lightly over my most sensitive skin. I kept on screwing her, driving deeper and deeper into the warm, wet recesses of her lithe, feminine body…

Then her hand closed over me, giving my balls a gentle squeeze.

“Let it go,” she winked.

My shocked expression was met by another smile, or more accurately, a devilish grin. I was seconds away from flooding her. Milliseconds…

Not. Yet.

I threw her off like a bucking bronco, then shoved her back down against the bed. A moment later I had her ankles in my hands, her legs spread high in a ‘V’. I re-entered her with a grunt, pushing and pumping at angles where I knew I’d have all the control. Where I could fuck her properly, and watch her enjoy it.

Either we all have her or none of us do. There’s no middle ground.

My own words, as spoken to the others. After what happened that first night, our little impromptu meeting had been necessary.