Candy Ever After (Hot Candy 2)

Candy braces herself on my shoulders, rocking, and the twin feel of them is what I need. Pressed between them, I gasp when his tongue slips into my mouth.

Then his hands are on my ass, and I moan recklessly, breathlessly, as his fingers brush down my crack.

“God, yes,” I whisper when lube dribbles over my opening, and then Joel’s thumb presses inside. “Hell yeah, please.”

His thumb presses into me.

Fuckfuckfuck. Candy has stilled again, but her lips are trailing on my cheek, and I face her, crushing our mouths together as Joel starts fucking me with his thumb.

A groan rises in my chest. My cock swells more, making Candy shudder. This is fucking good, more than I ever expected from Joel, and I can’t… Oh hell.

He’s pulling his thumb out, stroking the rim, adding more lube. What is he…?

The blunt head of his cock presses into me. It’s so much larger than the dildos I’ve used, and it’s pushing into me, an unrelenting pressure that has me gasping.

“Shh,” Candy whispers against my lips.

Does she know what’s happening?

“Do you…?” My voice breaks on another groan as his cock pops inside me, sliding deep, filling me up so that I hunch forward. Joel’s hand on my back pushes me forward more.

“Holy shit,” Candy whispers as I lower her to the mattress, her blond hair fanning out around her, her eyes wide. “He’s fucking you, isn’t he?”

I can’t speak, lost in the feel of both of them—Candy’s pussy gripping my dick, Joel’s cock inside me. I drop my forehead on hers, trying to get my bearings.

Joel slides out a little, then slams back inside me, and I cry out, pushing into Candy. She clamps around my cock, and my mind implodes.

Memories? What memories? What danger? I’m a shiver of pleasure caught between two bodies, a burning flame. He pushes into me, and I thrust into her. Her mouth licks mine, and I can only hang on as Joel picks up speed, pounding into me.

Candy arches her back, clenching and unclenching around my dick. “God, this is so hot! Holy crap…”

I want to lick her nipples, stroke her until she comes, but I can’t. I’m caught between them. Suspended. Buffeted from every direction. I’m distantly aware I’m moaning loudly, grunting, harsh, hoarse sounds I didn’t think could come from me.

“Jet…” Joel breathes on the back of my neck, and damn, he bites down hard.

My body jolts. My dick jerks. I howl, thrust in a storm of pleasure, barely aware of Candy clawing at my shoulders, but then her pussy closes around my dick like a vise, and I’m gone.

The pleasure is sharp and overwhelming, slicing through me like a blade, breaking me to pieces. I shake and buck and rock and try to take it.

No way. I come so hard everything goes white, and then black.

***

I come to with Candy smiling brilliantly up at me and Joel cursing, still pumping in my ass.

“Holy fucking hell,” he mutters, and I feel his cock lurch inside me again and again before he slumps on my back. “Shit.”

I’m crushing Candy. Blinking the stars from my eyes, I do a push-up, and Joel curses again.

“Don’t. Move.” He hisses as he starts pulling out, still semi-hard, and I bite on the inside of my cheek as wisps of pain/pleasure rock me. “

You’re so fucking tight.”

I shake my head, but a grin tugs at my mouth. “You big-dicked son of a bitch.”

Joel snorts.

Candy giggles.