Quadruplets Make Six

“Tell me what you need,” he said.

I looked up at him, his eyes swirling with hot desire. My head was spinning and I couldn't catch my breath. My legs were shaking and my pussy was two good licks away from throwing me into a silent ecstasy. I watched his lips hover over my pussy, his tongue flicking in the air, teasing me as he pinned me to the kitchen island in his home.

“I need you to make me cum,” I said.

He licked my pussy one last time, then pressed his tongue deep into me. My toes curled and my legs grew taut, my body shaking for him. My back arched, pushing my pussy closer to his face as he cleaned up the mess he had made. His beard was glistening and his lips were swollen. His cheeks were red hot and his eyes were full of lustful desires. My legs came tumbling down over his shoulders as his hands slid up my body, his hands finding my tits to massage.

I panted for breath as Travis gathered my body, then seated me right on his cock.

He slid into me effortlessly as my legs dangled close to the floor. He sat back in his chair, his body spread as my pussy devoured his cock. I moaned with each inch I took, feeling him fill and stretch me in ways I knew only he could. My hands dug into his shoulders as our foreheads connected. I could smell my scent on his skin as his arms cloaked my back and pulled me into his strong chest.

Slowly, the two of us began to move. I rolled my hips on top of his as he thrusted into me. I could feel his legs flexing. I could feel his muscles moving. I raked my fingernails down his back as he groaned in my ear, my lips pressing kiss after kiss into the crook of his neck. His hands raced down my back and grabbed onto my ass, rolling me deeper into him as I kissed up to his lips.

Our mouths met in a fiery dance as we writhed against one another. I could feel his body raking against my swollen clit as it peeked out from beneath its fleshy hood. My movements became more desperate as his cock grew bigger within me, pressing against my walls and threatening to split me in half. My ass was burning from his grip as I slid my fingers through his hair. I pulled his neck back and sank my teeth into him, causing my name to fall from his lips.

“Fuck, Ava. You’re so… shit. Like a dream. Ava. Mm. I’m so close.”

“Good,” I said. “Because I want to feel all of you.”

Harder and harder we bucked, our bodies scooting the chair across the floor. His heels were planted into the ground, giving him leverage to thrust harder into me. My tits bounced around his body as our lips connected once more, our tongues painting the inside of one another as I tasted my sweetness on him. I could feel that coil tightening. I could feel my body ready to pop. Travis’ hips were stuttering, signaling his own end as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I buried myself deep into his body as we both came, our moans filling the room as our bodies shook against one another. I could feel his dick pumping into me, painting my walls with his hot cum as my pussy milked him dry. My walls were fluttering, aching for more of him as my body pulled him deeper still.

I collapsed into him as his arms cloaked my back, protecting me from the outside world as I shivered with the aftershocks of my pleasure.

“Don’t go home,” Travis said.

I sighed as I nuzzled into the side of his neck.

“Just one more night,” he said with a whisper.

I knew in that moment I would never be able to deny him. I would never be able to say ‘no’ to the man who had helped me transform into the confident woman I was blossoming into. I pushed myself upright, my hands planted into his chest as I looked deep into his eyes. There was something vulnerable there. Something scared and unsure. Yet his eyes were begging.

Begging for the one thing he was afraid of.

“Okay,” I said as I nodded my head. “I’ll stay.”

Twenty- One

Ava

I woke up the next morning with my limbs tightly wrapped around Travis. I breathed in his scent, allowing it to wrap around my body. I loved waking up to the feel of him. His musky morning scent sent my body buzzing, ready for more as my nipples puckered against his skin. He shifted, his lips allowing a small groan to slip from between them. I grinned as I snuggled against his skin, thinking about our activities from the night before.

I fell in and out of sleep numerous times before I woke up to his eyes staring back at mine. I smiled at him, stretching my legs as his thighs flexed around one of them. I giggled and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, watching him lazily smile at me as my vision focused. He was the carved statue of a god, with his chiseled muscles and his perfect little grin.

“Morning,” he said.

“Morning to you, too,” I said.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Great,” I said. “I hope you slept well?”

“I seem to do that a lot when you’re around.”

“Glad I could be of service,” I said.

“I know you have to head back today…”