“I’m going to make us both feel good,” I said, dick hard enough to pound nails. “You want that, don’t you?”
Her only answer was a whimper rising to a whine as I licked her asshole again, tasting that sweet brown star. Aw fuck, she was delicious, the rim contracting reflexively, then opening and winking again.
Loudly, I lapped at her anus, tasting the tight ring of muscle and sticking my tongue in to loosen it up. At first, the brunette squirmed, embarrassed, but then gradually began to get into it, pushing back into my face while sobbing my name.
“Jake, Jake,” was her crying plea. “Oh god.”
“Shh, baby,” I soothed. “Keep it down, there are people downstairs.”
And shit, but my nasty ways are contagious because Lacey did something really fucked-up then. She grabbed those lace panties, ripping them off entirely, and stuffed the fabric into her mouth, muffling her own cries.
“Mmwmwmf!” came a choked gasp. “Mwmwmf!”
Aw shit. This girl was too perfect, depraved exactly the way I like.
But my dick was dripping pre-cum like a faucet. If I didn’t stop, I was going to come just from eating her ass. I gave her hole one last tantalizing swipe and went back upright on my knees, moving quickly into place. Aw yeah. Show time.
With one smooth slide, it went into her bottom, no resistance this time. Lacey’s muffled squeal was arousing as fuck, the “mwmff” incomparable. That sweet, sinuous back bucked reflexively as my thick cock disappeared into her brownie.
“That’s right,” I rasped, gripping her hips, trying not to burst. “That’s right, enjoy it.”
And she was. Thick juices dripped down her leg, a constant stream of pussy cream that wouldn’t stop. And cum rolled through my balls, ready to spurt already. I rammed her ass, slamming in again and again, grabbing her butt tight and hauling it towards me.
Fuck!
Fumbling for her clit, I pinched once, hard. That did the trick. The girl squeezed tight around my dick, still for a moment, and then blasted off. A muffled scream tore from her throat, eyes going wide as that anus shook and trembled around me.
But yeah, the vibrations set me off too. Grunting, I grabbed her hips again.
“I’m coming in your ass, baby,” was my harsh groan. “Right. Fucking. Now!” And shit, but the jizz blasted out in endless streams, ribbon after ribbon painting her rectal walls. It went on and on, cock jerking repeatedly, twitching and juddering as I fired my gun. Good thing it was her ass because if I’d been using her pussy, Lacey would’ve gotten pregnant for sure.
Aww fuck. Her muffled screams rang out, mixing with my deep grunts. This girl’s bottom fit my dick perfectly, it was probably curved to the shape of my cock by now.
But there were people downstairs. At a bridal shower where I was the prospective groom.
So I pulled out quickly, dick gleaming and still hard, as Lacey sagged, empty now. Goddamn, it was a beautiful sight. Her head hung down with exhaustion and I watched with satisfaction as my cum dripped from her asshole. Pussy juices had left her thick thighs shiny and slick and I was tempted to lick them all up before pushing my fuckshaft in again.
But there were people waiting downstairs. And they’d be sending a search party soon if we didn’t make an appearance.
What the hell? Normally, I wouldn’t be bothered. Because it’s not like I’m some loyal dog. I fuck women, two, sometimes three at a time. It’s no biggie.
But now, the situation was fucking screwed. I was getting married, but that wasn’t what got my goat. My real problem was this girl right here. Because she was addictive as all get out, sashaying into my life and worming her way under my skin … and we still hadn’t had a chance to sort things out.
CHAPTER SIX
Lacey
I unlocked the door to my dorm and pushed it open.
“Hey, look who it is!”
My two roommates were sprawled on the floor with the coffee table and a game of Scrabble between them. Denise greeted me but Jenna just waved before frowning back at the Scrabble board, concentrating hard.
“How was the bridal shower?” Denise chirped.
There was no point in even lying.
“A shit show,” I sighed wearily. But my weariness was more than just emotional. It was physical too, Jake working me over, my body his to own.
What was wrong with me? I was in thrall to the alpha, unable to control myself. Anytime the big man said jump, I leapt into the air like an eager-to-please golden retriever, tongue out, tail wagging.
God, things were so messed up, but I couldn’t tell my roommates. So instead, I just skated over the truth.
“My mom collected a bunch of presents,” I lied glibly. “I hope she enjoys her second dishware set and her third vacuum.”
The girls giggled, familiar with Amanda’s string of divorces.