SNAP!
“OH!”
I jumped as Ryan yanked his arm backwards, snapping in half the thin strip of material that was once my thong. It hurt only for a second, somewhere up around my waist, and then he was pushing two fingers inside me.
Oh my God.
His fingers were thick and strong as they moved through my wetness. I felt them probing… churning…
“Ohhhhhh… Oh fuck…”
It was so incredibly hot, the feeling of his other hand on my ass. The strange, wispy sensation of the shredded fabric as my panties hung down in tatters, brushing against the insides of my thighs.
“We okay?” he growled into my ear. “You and me?”
I bit my lip. Nodded eagerly.
“Good. Because I’m going to fuck you now…”
The way he said the word caused me to gush around his hand. My pussy was drenched, my half-lidded eyes staring straight into the mirror. I watched in pure lust as he mounted me from behind. I could see everything that was happening to my body. All of it… right in front me, like some kind of a seedy, live sex show.
His fingers left me and I felt something much larger. Ryan’s cock was fully hard, the head bulbous. Guiding it with one hand wrapped around the base, I felt him pressing it tightly against my opening. I gripped the counter in anticipation.
“I want to be yours…” he whispered into my ear, our eyes still locked in the mirror.
Both hands slid to my hips. His fingers dug in.
“And now you’re mine.”
I moaned as he shoved himself inside me in one single, glorious stroke.
Thirty-One
RYAN
It was incredible, finally taking her like this. Feeling myself inside her… watching her eyes flare wide with a mixture of pleasure and surprise, as Sammara took me all at once, into her body.
I’d wanted her since the beginning. Not the beginning she knew, but all the way back to the origins of our arrangement. Kyle, Dakota… somehow they’d sold me on sharing a girlfriend. On keeping one girl happy between the four of us, so that we’d always, always have her.
The girl I was connected to right now was the ultimate woman. Gorgeous, feminine, strong. Someone we could take care of, but at the same time, someone who always could take care of herself.
My hands gripped the curve of her hips as Sammara bucked back against me. I watched rapturously as my cock disappeared in and out of her, over and over again, plunging and churning somewhere deep in her belly.
God she felt good!
It had been a long time for me. Way too long. I had to be careful, already I was fucking her so hard she was grunting and squeezing her eyes shut. Screwing her with all the pent up frustration and wild abandon of not having had a girlfriend — or even a woman for that matter — in so damned long.
“Ohhhhhh!”
She was crying out too, and that turned me on. Gripping the linoleum of the vanity so hard she might actually scratch it. Best of all she was giving it back — shoving her ass to meet my every thrust, even as I dug my fingers deeper into the supple flesh of her womanly hips.
“FUCK ME...”
The words were dirty and amazing. Her pussy felt like a thousand degrees. Maybe it was the heat of the chase, or the thrill of being bent over and fucked hard in some cheap motel, but she actually felt tropical wrapped around my dick. I couldn’t last like this. Not with her screaming. Not while watching her face and her ass… it was all just too wildly, incredibly hot.
Lifting her up, I spun around and tossed her straight on the bed. Sammara bounced, her hair spilling everywhere, her face all flushed and pink. Her eyes were absolutely wild; her irises still this incredible, sapphire blue, only now they gleamed with all new lustfulness.
She loves this…