Candy Ever After (Hot Candy 2)

Carefully I push a second finger inside and watch her as she writhes on the mattress.

“Oh God…” She’s making little grunting noises. “Too much… oh yes… don’t stop…”

I wish it was my cock inside her, not my fingers, wrapped up in her tight heat. I grip my hard-on, panting harshly. Heat is gathering at the base of my spine, ready to explode.

“Need to taste her,” Joel says, and it takes me a long moment to understand the words.

He scoots beside me, so that we are both nestled between her open legs. Her eyes track us, heavy-lidded as we kneel side by side, looking down at her naked body, my fingers deep inside her.

Then Joel bends over and puts his mouth on her, and she goes crazy. She moans, rocking her hips up as I pump her ass, then stills, wailing as she comes, clenching around my fingers.

Joel lifts his head, licking his lips, grinning like the cat who ate the canary, smug and aroused. “Candy sweet.”

“Oh lord.” She’s still coming, still clenching around my fingers as I slowly pull them out. “Don’t… Please, yes…”

Her eyes are hazy. Joel glances at me, shooting me a questioning look. I bite the inside of my cheek, unsure.

“Please.” She’s reaching for us. Her cheeks are rosy. Her lashes look wet. “I want it.”

Will she be able? Can she take us both?

“It won’t be easy,” I mutter, annoyed at myself because I’m fucking dying to do it.

Joel nods. “Let’s take a break.”

“A break?” She sits up, and I can’t even pretend to look away from her tits as they sway in front of me. “You’re both hard.”

Hard? Ha. There has to be a better description for the state of Joel’s dick and mine. Stiff like golf clubs. Hard like lava rock. Swollen like the trunks of small trees.

My balls hurt. I push down my hard-on, wincing, I’m so damn ready to shoot.

Candy climbs to her knees and clambers on Joel’s lap, throwing an arm around my neck, pulling me close. “I want it. Tonight.” She licks her lips. “I want us to try.”

Us. The word sends a shockwave through me. Is there an ‘us’ in the picture?

Joel glances at me again, grins, flashing that sexy dimple. “I like the sound of that.”

Then he pulls us both, falling back on the bed, until we’re sprawled on top of him, and he makes a grab for something on his nightstand.

Turns out he had lube all along.

Candy is looking down at him uncertainly, sitting in his lap. I’m lying beside him, propped on my elbow, my other hand lazily stroking my dick.

Joel dumps two condoms and the bottle of lube between us and winks. “Here we go.”

I wish I could grin back and wink. I’m aching with lust. And I’m nervous, because it’s obvious he considers me the ass expert and leaving that part to me.

Not that I’m complaining. Like I said, I love asses. The idea of taking her up there is making my vision dark and my body tight with desire. But I’m afraid to hurt her. I may not be Joel, and my dick’s not a monster dick, but it’s not on the small side, either. At all.

“Having second thoughts, fucker?” Joel asks, and I shake my head.

“Nope.” With Candy sitting on Joel’s lap, her tits hanging heavy between them and miles of creamy skin on display, with her glistening pussy spread and ready and the prospect of fucking her at the same time as Joel—fuck, feeling him inside her as I thrust, joined through her…

Her gaze locks with mine, sending more heat pooling behind my balls, making my dick weep. Worry is swept away in a fucking tsunami of need.

“I hope you’re ready, Candy girl,” I mutter. “Your pretty ass is mine.”

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