Twins Make Four

He started slow, and went deeper and deeper with each thrust. My lips were on his neck, I was biting him slightly. I put my left hand on his ass and forced his cock to go harder into my wet pussy.

Deeper.

I needed more of him.

I moaned, and that turned Owen on even more. His thrusts became stronger, and his giant cock rubbed my g-spot with every stroke.

“Yes Sydney, fuck your pussy is so tight.”

He pushed again and again, cupping my ass in his hands. He lifted me off the counter and I rode him hard, bouncing in his arms. I couldn’t take any more. My orgasm began to crash through my body.

“Yes baby,” he said as he shut his eyes and I felt his seed fill me.

I could barely breathe, or think. I was in shambles.

Falling apart in his arms.

Slipping into the best sex coma I’d ever had.

Chapter 13

Sydney

I woke up in Owen’s bed, exhausted, but warm and relaxed. Sunlight was filling the room, and through the cracked open window I felt light breeze. Seagulls were screaming over crashing waves, and for a brief moment I forgot where I was, expecting to find myself in a hotel room of some resort.

Reality was much better. Owen’s master bedroom was the biggest I had ever seen, with more paintings on its walls and odd sculptures in the corners. There was a huge flat screen TV on the wall with tall speakers on either side of it. The bed itself seemed to be as big as my room back home!

How in the hell did I get so lucky?

I turned, and saw Owen still asleep, his body half-covered by a bedsheet. I considered sneaking downstairs, because I was thirsty, and letting him sleep a little longer, but the sight of his body turned me on. I would die of thirst before leaving his naked body in bed without getting some first.

I put my hand under the sheet and gently grabbed his cock. I felt it twitch in response. He opened one eye and yawned groggily.

“Ready to go this morning, are we?”

“Only if you are.”

“Baby, I’m always ready.”

He was right, his cock was already hardening in my hand. I climbed on top of him, still kissing his face, and he slipped into me. Deep and strong. I moaned and bit my lip. He held me tight, one hand on my ass, the other wrapped around my back. I felt his fingers squeezing my skin, and I loved it.

I moved back and forth, not getting enough. I wanted it deeper, longer.

Finally, we rolled over, and he was on top of me, moving inside me, his lips on my neck. I dug into his back, scratching it, moving together with him, watching him sweat, my body tense and pulsing. I held onto his biceps, as he went slower and deeper with each thrust, making me feel every inch of his cock.

Fuck he was huge!

It felt so good.

He slowed down and leaned in to kiss my neck. His stubble tickled me, in the best way possible. His hand was on my breast, playing with my nipple. I wanted more. I held onto his neck as he kissed my chest, and my breasts. He reached down then, his strong hand sliding down my belly.

His fingers found my clit and began rubbing it gently, up and down. He certainly knew what he was doing. I moaned from pleasure and moved with him, feeling him thrusting with passion and force, and his fingers were getting me closer and closer to sweet climax.

I came first, almost screaming, my body shuddering, as he kept fucking me, harder, making me come again.

“I want your cum…” I whispered into his ear.

He didn’t reply, he only slowed down a little.