Satisfying Extortion (The Extortionists 2)

After a few minutes of foreplay and spankings, Eva’s back was against Blaez’s chest and his cock was buried deep inside her hole. Marcus topped her without a second spared.

Marcus and Blaez had shared women in the past. They knew how the other one functioned in the bedroom and easily set a rocking tempo between them.

“Here, baby,” Blaez crooned, stuffing his cock high inside her hole.

“Go easy!” she wailed. Her body went stiff.

Marcus pulled out and Eva seemingly relaxed. Blaez couldn’t see what Marcus was doing but given the way her tight ass pulsed around his shaft, Marcus was undoubtedly flicking her clit.

Blaez’s balls burned as he thrust inside her. His body broke out in a light sheen of perspiration. He took a deep breath and peered over Eva’s shoulder. “It’s now or never, bud.”

“Now works for me,” Marcus crooned, lowering his cock to her pussy again. He grunted as soon as he entered her, throwing down a short and fast thrusting rhythm.

Marcus screwed her rapidly from the front and Blaez fucked her tight passage from behind. Eva hollered and yelped. The tight space Blaez occupied convulsed with repetitive spasms.

“Oh! Ummm! Oh my! Um!” Eva shivered violently in his arms.

“Enjoy yourself,” Blaez whispered, nipping her ear. “Let us make you feel good.”

She shook her head. “No. Not yet.”

“Why wait?” Marcus slammed inside her.

“Hmmmm.” Eva released a throaty moan. “Yes.”

“See there?” Marcus’s wicked laugh broke up the monotony of moans and other guttural vocal noises. He drew back and rammed her again, long thrusting her as Blaez screwed her little hole with short and quick beats.

“Nothing to worry about,” Marcus crooned.

“But there is!” She whimpered, her body already trembling between their much larger forms. “I’ll never last like this!”

“Who said anything about lasting?” Marcus chuckled again. “We’re just here for the good time, sweet thing.” He drew back and slammed inside her once more. “So let’s have a fucking party.”

“Yes. Oh yes!”

“That’s what we like to hear,” Bla

ez muttered, staring down at that perfect ass now riding up against his lower belly. He spread her cheeks and watched as he speared his cock between her rounded globes. “Hmm yeah. There we go.” His eyelids grew heavy as his own release gathered in his balls. “You just go ahead and come now. Let us hear you holler. Give us an outright scream!”

Chapter Two

The next morning was hangover hell. Kurt relayed as much when his buddy Randon Shane texted him too soon before noon. A true friend wouldn’t have bothered a fellow mere hours after his big 3-0 celebration. After Kurt grumbled about the fact, he rolled over face-down in a fluffy pillow still smothered in cheap perfume.

The scents filling his crazy head were enough to remind him of the night before. He’d had some kind of evening going on before he passed the fuck out. He flipped to his back and reached between his legs, patting his soft cock.

“What a night,” he sang, realizing Eva must’ve worn him out if he wasn’t even sporting morning wood. Before he had time to try and remember what had gone down—other than Eva, that is—the phone rang.

“Blasted hell,” Kurt grumbled, taking the call. “I can’t imagine what’s so damned ass important that you felt the need to touch base before my buzz wears off.”

“How ya feeling?” Randon laughed. “Given your mood, I’m guessing the drunk faded to black a few hours ago.”

“I’m swell. How the hell are you?” He groaned. “Don’t answer that. You’re probably freshly fucked. Seems that’s all you and Pageant accomplish six days out of seven.”

“You sound jealous.”

“No, but I don’t like the play in your voice this bright autumn mornin’.”

“Huh. Wonder why that is? Let me guess. You kissed your days as a bachelor goodbye and you’re having a tough time with acceptance.”