Bryce had apparently stripped himself down rather than wait for me to do it. He’d also taken things into his own hands, and by that I meant he’d been stroking himself rock fucking hard to the sights of Camden, Roderick and I.
I flashed him the most wicked of smiles as I crawled my way into his naked lap.
“You have fun watching all that?”
It was a rhetorical question. The moment my hand pushed his away, to close over the monster hard-on between his legs, I already had my answer.
“You’re about to have even more fun.”
His big arms guided me as I positioned the broad head against my already come-soaked entrance. It was no effort at all to just let go, and let the full weight of my body sink down to envelop him.
“Oooohhhhhhh…”
It didn’t just feel good, getting so thoroughly and completely filled. It felt fucking spectacular.
“Bryce…”
I whispered the word hotly into his ear. His face was already against my chest, his warm mouth seeking the nearest nipple. I sighed out loud as I pulled him into my breasts.
“Ohhh fuck yes.”
I bottomed out and he bounced me, straight back along the length of his shaft. Up and down we went, bucking and grinding. Sending every square inch of his beautiful manhood gliding in and out of my body with every glorious thrust.
“Are you my boyfriend now?” I cooed into his ear.
The words seemed to be having the desired effect. His arms stiffened, his cock pulsed. He devoured me more hungrily, pinned against my chest.
“Am I your girlfriend?”
I rode him dreamily, sliding my arms over his shoulders. Letting him feed on me while we screwed on some hundred year-old antique chair, grinding our bodies into each other.
“You can bet your ass you’re my girlfriend,” he murmured finally, looking up from between my breasts. I grinned at him and laughed, tousling a patch of his thick blond hair.
“Prove it.”
From there we clenched each other tightly, chest to chest, enjoying the ride. Our bodies were one, our heads together as the penultimate moment approached.
God…
My orgasm came after a long series of deep, churning thrusts. His erupted shortly afterward, while I was still writhing and gasping from my own mind-numbing high. For a short while they coincided, and the two of us locked gazes. With half-lidded eyes fueled by lust, we screwed our way slowly through that amazing, euphoric stretch of time.
“Now you’re my girlfriend.”
His hands settled over my ass, bouncing me those last few gentle times as I cradled his face. Bryce’s smile was dreamy, stretched by his own rapture. Eventually I bent forward, kissing him on the forehead before snuggling into his heaving, sweaty chest.
“I’m all yours,” I sighed, letting my eyes close.
Thirty-Four
KARISSA
We drew straws again, this time to see who showered first. Camden won, not that it
mattered. Unless I’d drawn the winning straw, I’d already planned on jumping in with whomever it was.
“Wash your back?”
My new boyfriend smiled and turned around, giving me free rein over his lathery body. I ran my hands happily over his broad, muscular back. Cupped his firm yet deliciously round ass with two slippery palms, as I leaned in close to rub my own soapy body against his.