Mancave (Wild Men 3)

And I needed to be inside her.

Like I am now. Buried deep, seeing her, touching her, feeling her, hearing her moan my name… there’s nothing like it in the whole fucking world.

“Damn.” I lift her up, lower her again, faster, harder. Her heavy tits bounce a little, and my breath catches, whistling in and out of my lungs. My dick twitches, jerks, painfully hard. “Come with me.”

Christ, I need her to come with me, right the fuck now, I can’t hold back anymore, I can’t stop—

She groans, head falling back, pressing down on me, her pussy spasming around my dick, tightening, releasing, again and again.

Damn… My whole body arches, my thighs lifting, my hips thrusting up, deeper into her. I can’t recognize the sound coming from me, a sort of tortured growl, as the pressure snaps, and I finally let go. Razor-sharp pleasure cuts through me as I come, shooting my load inside her pussy, emptying my balls to the last drop, and then my dick jerks again, not ready to stop.

You and me both, buddy. I wish I could stay inside her forever.

* * *

“Are you all right?” a small voice asks by my ear, and I swat at it. “Hello…”

In my dream, it’s a mosquito talking to me, buzzing words I don’t really understand.

It has Melissa’s face.

Wait a minute… Melissa’s face?

I whip around so fast I almost fall off the bed—and then realize I’m buck-naked. Clapping my hands over my half-hard dick, I close my eyes for a second, gathering my wits.

“Melissa.” My voice comes out in a croak. A glance to my side tells me Octavia is still asleep. We both passed out cold after the sex. “What time is it? And don’t you ever knock?”

“I knocked. Nobody answered.”

Fuck me. Where the hell is the sheet to cover myself up? “Okay. Now go, and I’ll come out when I’m dressed, okay?”

“You’re naked,” she points out helpfully. “Octavia, too.”

“Yeah. You’re so right. Now go.”

“But why are you naked? And why did she sound like she was hurt earlier?”

Jesus Christ, am I gonna have to explain the bees and birds right the fuck now? I’m naked in bed, and Octavia is shifting behind me as she’s waking up, getting me all sorts of hard all over again.

And this little girl who could have been my own daughter is staring at me with wide eyes, probably scarred for life.

“Octavia is fine. We’re both fine, sweetheart. Now off you go…” Shit, Octavia is now pressed to my back, and my dick is trying to burst out from between my hands. I grit my teeth. “And we’ll be out soon.”

“Okay.” She gives us another wide-eyed look. “Evan asked me to come get you. He’s downstairs.”

Fuck. “Be right out.”

I breathe out a sigh of relief once she’s gone, the door closing behind her, and turn to face my wife. She’s trying not to laugh. Then my hard-on pokes her in the hip, and she gasps.

“Matt… she saw that?” Her gaze dips to my dick, then her hand slides down, closing around it, and I grunt, rocking into her grip.

“No…” Ah shit, this is good. “I don’t think she did. You should… oh fuck, girl, stop or else we’re going for a second round, and fuck going downstairs to see what Evan needs.”

“Lots of fucking involved, I see,” she teases, her tongue sticking out between her teeth.

“If you don’t stop, yeah.”

She winks at me, and before I know what she’s doing, she’s scooting down until she can put her hot little mouth on my dick.