Triplets Make Five

He pushed my hips into his door as my leg wrapped around his hips. I wanted more of him. Needed more of him. He was intoxicating and his electric shock held me within its grasp. His hands grabbed onto the swell of my ass as he picked me up, forcing a squeal from between my lips as he grinned.

“I’ve wanted to take this dress off you all night,” he said.

My hand wrapped up into his tie as I pulled him back towards me. He walked us over into his kitchen, setting me down onto the counter. His hands traveled up my dress, feeling my bare skin with his large, strong hands. We tore at our clothes, his body revealing itself to me as my eyes raked up and down his form.

His strong, broad chest tapered into a slim, chiseled waist. His arms were pulsing with need, veins bulging from areas I wanted to place my tongue. His rippling abs called to me, beckoning for my fingertips as I ran my hand down them.

They were miraculous. Carved from the marble of the gods.

“Holy shit,” I said breathlessly.

He lowered my back to the kitchen counter and spread my legs wide. I could feel myself dripping down my folds, sliding into the crack of my ass. His breath was hot on my skin as I heard something scooting across the floor, and I leaned up only to watch him take a seat.

His eyes fluttered up towards mine and darkened with lust.

Slowly, I watched as his lips dipped down to my folds. His tongue darted out, licking up my slit as he gathered my juices on his tongue. I groaned at the sight, my tits bouncing as electricity surged through my body.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. I needed him more than life itself.

“Please, Preston.”

“What was that?”

I whimpered out into the room as he hooked my legs behind his head.

“Say it one more time for me, beauty,” he said.

“Please, Preston,” I said with a whisper. “Give me your tongue.”

He pressed deep into my clit, tugging a groan from my throat. My hands flew to his hair, pulling him deeper into me as my hips rolled into his face. I could feel myself coating his cheeks, the grin evident upon his face. I didn’t care that I had given into him. I didn’t care that I was just another notch. I needed this more than I could stand.

I needed the touch of a man like him.

His hands wrapped around my thighs and pulled me closer. He sat at the feast of my body, his tongue lapping and flicking as I shook on his kitchen counter. My arousal was pooling onto his tongue as my hands tangled up in his hair. I could feel that coil tightening in my gut as my thighs squeezed around his head.

He moaned into me, egging me on as I bucked into him. His hands massaged my thighs, relaxing my grip as I bowed my back. Like an over-tuned violin, I was moment away from popping as my back grew tighter and tighter. My mind was swirling and his tongue was flicking. His lips wrapped around my clit and sucked until I was breathless with passion.

“Fuck…Pres…shit…”

My legs grew taut and my eyes screwed shut. My body shook and my tits bounced. Preston dug his hands into my thick hips, pulling me closer as he rode me through my orgasm. I could feel my head growing dizzier by the second as my orgasm crashed over me. Like stormy waves against a rocky shoreline it couldn’t deny even if it wanted.

I collapsed against his kitchen counter and panted for air as his tongue cleaned me up.

“Now that,” he said as he emerged from between my legs, “was a dessert.”

I ran

my hand through my hair as I tried to get my bearings.

“Come here,” he said.

Without hesitation, I was being lifted into the air. His hands gripped my ass, encouraging me to wrap my legs around him. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, feeling his rock hard body against mine as we moved. I felt like I was floating against his body as the room spun.

Soon, my back was descending onto a soft surface. I opened my eyes and was met with the prowling stare of Preston Walker. His peridot green eyes were clouded with lust as he bent down to kiss my lips, and I moaned at the taste of me on him. I licked it all off, my lips devouring his as he chuckled into my body.

“Feisty little minx,” he said.

His hands gripped my hips and slowly turned me over. I could feel him climbing onto the bed as his arms rose my hips into the air. His hands slid down my back, gripping every part of me as his lips dotted my ass cheeks with kisses.