“How could I forget,” she said, pushing him to the bed and climbing atop him. At the same time, her arm propelled by her hips and she placed a hand on Duke’s waist, guiding him behind her. “There’s lube in the drawer,” she informed him, giving Hank a saucy smile.
Duke walked around the bed, retrieved a tube of clear lubricant and returned with the fluid all over his fingers. Pressing his palm to her back, Duke encouraged her to resume her earlier position.
“Oh yes,” she whimpered as Hank entered her. “I believe we were just about right here.”
He pumped his cock inside her. “Here?” He went deeper. “Or was it right about here?”
“Uh-huh,” she muttered, awaiting the second penetration. “Yes. Right there. Perfect.”
Taking her hips to hand, Duke plunged inside her hole. Hank rammed his cock higher, fighting for space and earning his place.
Hank’s cock thrummed inside her hot channel and her pussy closed around him. He watched her face become aglow with lust. “You’re more beautiful now than I’ve ever seen you.”
“Hank,” she whispered, lowering her mouth to his, most likely in attempt to shut him up.
“You are,” Duke assured her too, not one to be outdone.
“Then both of you show me.”
“Not a problem,” Hank said, rooting his cock inside her pulsing walls. “Hang on, baby, this might be a rough and rowdy good time.”
* * * *
She was slippery when wet, but this was different. She was moist from front to back and getting wetter with every stroke.
Hank made love to her in a way he never had. His eyes followed hers as they watched their bodies move together, studying themselves in the full-length mirror located bedside. She wondered which one of them requested floor-to-ceiling mirrors.
Her money was on both.
Behind her, Duke held onto her ass, spreading her cheeks with his thumbs as he impaled her, fucked her, took and possessed her completely. “There,” he said, wedging his cock between her cheeks. “Ah yes, baby. Work those hips.”
Duke turned and watched, too. The way their bodies undulated together was the most erotic sight she’d ever seen. It was as if they were synchronized dancers swaying to their favorite song.
Her pussy was on fire, an inferno set to erupt as Hank locked his cock inside her cunt and stroked, even and fierce one minute and buck wild without a lick of direction, the next. Duke cursed as he tried to keep up, managed to follow the undetermined tempo and eventually set one of his own.
“Sweet heaven,” she purred, her eyes closing as her orgasm came closer. “Harder.”
They both complied.
“There,” she whispered, her body accepting them as they invaded her. “Slower.”
As if their cocks were on timers destined to perform the most sensual dance of a lifetime, they accommodated her as quickly as they were asked, slowing down the rhythm until she was going out of her mind, completely crazy with the new lust rising.
With grinding, painstakingly slow motions, Duke bumped against her bottom, his cock sliding in and out. “Don’t move,” he bit out.
She bucked against him in spite of herself and he immediately smacked her ass. “I told you not to move.”
“I need to come!” she exclaimed, understanding the need building between them. Hank bit down on his bottom lip. He fucked her then as if he’d never screw her again, and there wasn’t a question in her mind.
Hank was close. Duke was there. And she would probably explode twice before either of them reached a satisfying end.
“Son-of-a-blasted-bitch!” Duke exclaimed, pumping inside her. “Fuck! I lost it!” he screamed, paddling her behind. “Vixen!”
She twisted her ass and turned her head, tempting him with her kiss. His tongue pressed through the seam of her lips and he held onto her chin as Hank worked harder and harder for his release, too.
Hank stalled. Duke slid away. With him out of the picture, Hank shifted positions, tucked her body under his and fucked her until she swore under her breath. As the swearing began, so came the orgasms. And once they started, they went on and on. Kind of like the endless love she held for the two men who inspired them.
Chapter Eighteen