Skirt Steak (Grade-A Beefcakes 5)

Through orgasm-hazed eyes, I saw that his cock was almost angry looking, the head a plum color as pre-cum seeped from the slit. While Porter was still idly stroking it, clearly he needed more. He needed to be in my pussy.

I leaned forward and Liam stretched out his legs so my feet were able to touch the ground. I stood slowly, Liam slipping from me as he did so. He patted my ass as I walked toward Porter.

Boldly, I leaned forward and licked the pre-cum from him.

“Fuck!” shouted Porter as Liam growled. I knew he could see my pussy, probably all flushed, swollen and covered in his cum as I bent over.

Porter’s taste burst on my tongue. Salty and tangy. I wanted more, but before I could lick him like a lollipop, he gripped my hips, picked me up and tossed me onto the bed. After bouncing once, then twice, he grabbed my ankle and rolled me onto my stomach.

I couldn’t help but laugh at how easily he moved me about. I came up on my elbows, looked over my shoulder at him. His hands came down on my bottom with a light swat.

“Sweetness, you’re a little tease.”

I grinned, because he was smiling as he said it. “Fucking yourself on Liam’s cock and getting off while I watch. Then, fuck, then getting that sweet mouth on my dick. I’m close to coming as it is.”

I looked down at his dick, which was so big, so thick I was now questioning how I was going to suck him off. I’d have to stretch my mouth so wide just to get the head in. No way could I take the whole thing. Beneath his glorious length were balls, hanging heavy and full, making me think him even more potent, more virile than ever.

“You like seeing me fuck Liam,” I said.

“Hell, yes.” He swatted my ass again, then cupped it. The sting morphed into heat that spread to my pussy. “And now, with your legs parted like that, I can see he’s been there, his cum dripping from you.”

I rolled back over, set my feet on the bed, my knees bent. “Mark me, too.”

A growl rumbled from his chest as the heat in his eyes went almost predatory.

He moved onto the bed on his knees, took hold of my ankles in one hand, lifted them up to his shoulders. My ass was off the bed because he was so big.

“Like this. I’m going to take you like this.”

I wasn’t going to argue. I was ready for him and as he leaned forward, gripping his cock in his free hand, he swiped the tip up and down my folds, coating the tip, then settling into place. His dark eyes met mine as he pressed forward.

“Liam’s cum is easing the way,” he said through gritted teeth. He was going slow because… god, he was big. Finally, he bottomed out and he stilled. Didn’t move.

“I never knew it could feel this good. You’re perfect, sweetness. Made for my dick. For Liam’s. This is going to be fast.” His jaw clenched as he pulled back, thrust deep. “Watching you with him was too much. After two months, I’m in you. So hot. So tight. Wet. Shit, I’m going to come.”

He fucked me, hard, deep. I gripped the bedding to hold on, not that I was going anywhere as he held my ankles. All I could do was feel, give over to the pounding. It was raw, wet, the sounds of fucking and ragged breathing filled the room.

I watched Porter as he took me, as he found his pleasure in my body. He touched my clit with his free hand, stroked it gently and that was all it took to push me over the edge. Again.

I screamed, arched my back as Porter came with me, buried deep. I could feel his cum filling me, heating me, seeping out around him. There was so much… too much that I felt it slide down over my bottom.

He lowered my legs, leaned forward so his hands were on either side of my head and kissed me. Slow, easy, his tongue tangling with mine. He was still buried deep, still hard.

When he lifted his head, looked at me, he smiled. “There’s my girl. I’ve been dreaming of the look on your face. Well-fucked, happy. Mine.”

“Ours,” Liam said, coming up beside us with a wet washcloth in his hand. He must’ve gone to the bathroom and gotten it to clean me up.

“She doesn’t need that yet. I’m not done yet.”

He may have just come, but he pulled back, thrust deep. Still hard and ready for more.

“Right, sweetness? Why get all cleaned up when I’m going to get you all dirty again?”

I closed my eyes as he lowered to his forearms, moved slow and deep, my clit rubbing against him. This wasn’t going to be fast or urgent, but easy. Gentle. Deep.

“Porter, yes.” As I wrapped my legs around his thighs, pulled him closer as best I could, he slid over a spot deep inside me that lit me up. Made me hot. Made me scream.

“Yes!”