Chase reached out, parted the swollen, flushed curves of her pussy and watched her juices ease from her vagina to seep along the flesh of Khalid's cock that she hadn't yet taken.
He had never watched this. Never watched a woman take this intimate penetration. But he was watching Kia. Watching as her thighs tightened and she worked Khalid deeper inside her, her cries rising as need rose inside him like an addictive craving. It tightened his stomach, clenched in his balls.
He wondered what it would be like, just once, to take her alone. To use the mirror, to feel her, possess all of her.
"I want to taste you," she cried out again, her voice ragged as more than half the length of Khalid's flesh pierced her. "Chase. Please. Now. "
He moved to her, resting on his knees as she turned her head to him and filled her mouth.
"Damn you," he snarled. Because he didn't have to stop watching. As he glanced back to her spread thighs, he saw the mirror on the bureau. Across from the foot of the bed. And there, in full display, was the sight of Kia taking the heavy erection up her ass.
He had to fuck her. He was dying to fuck her.
Her mouth was working over his cock, each sucking draw pulling at the cum filling his balls.
"Khalid?"
"Ah, fuck. Don't make me talk," Khalid snarled. "By damn, she's like a fist around me, Chase. "
"Can you hold on?" Just for a minute, he wanted just long enough to fill her mouth before he pushed himself inside that tight pussy.
"Can I die when we're done?" Khalid panted. "Ah, hell. She's milking me. You'd better hurry. "
Hurry?
He closed his eyes, loosed the control quickly fraying and gave her what she wanted. He felt himself exploding, her name on his lips, his semen spurting into her mouth as he lost something, felt something inside him tear free and pour into her along with his seed.
She was crying, moaning, sucking at his release and taking all of him. And she was hotter, her face filled with more pleasure, with more eroticism than she'd had when she touched the other man.
Drawing back, Chase knew. Something. He needed to think. He needed to think now, and there was no thinking. There was nothing but the need to bury himself inside her.
"Support her, Khalid. " He moved between her thighs, looked, and nearly lost his breath.
Khalid was buried deep inside her, his balls drawn tight; his own need to release had to be torturous.
"Sweet little heart. " Khalid held her close to his chest now, her head laying on his shoulder as she stared back at Chase.
"My pleasure?" she whispered.
"Your pleasure. "
His cock was painfully hard. He wouldn't last as long as he should, but there was always later. After she rested, napped, he could have more of her. And more of her.
He pressed inside her.
"Oh fuck. Kia. Damn you. Damn you. "
Her pussy was blistering hot, so tight, so snug, he could barely push into her. The violently sensitive flesh of his cock was screaming out in renewed lust. Her juices dampened it, soaked his flesh and hers as he worked inside her.
"Damn, Chase. No more like this," Khalid was snarling beneath her. "I thought you had better sense. "
Better sense? A man was supposed to be i
n control when Kia's arms reached for him, when she spread her thighs farther and lifted her legs, gripping his hips even as the position buried Khalid deeper within her.
"Hard," she whispered. "Take me hard, Chase. "
He shook his head, sweat running down his neck, his chest. She was too tight. He didn't want to hurt her.