Page 89 of Moto
“Take this fucking shirt off already before I tear it in two.”
Kayla, slowly, teasingly, sheds the shirt from her body.
“Much better.” I slip myself inside her, idolizing her perfect, naked form. I sit up, massaging both breasts, torturing each nipple as she drops her head back and rocks her hips. I lick and nip and pull with my teeth until she’s moaning. Until I’m hard as fuck and we’re grinding slowly. I relish every second I’m inside her. Her soft sighs my kryptonite. I reach around and press on the plug while she rides me.
“That’s it, baby.” We rock together, gradually and deeply, Kayla encircled tightly in my arms. “I want to feel all your love.”
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Dev
Ihaven’t been able to think about anything but Kayla all damn day. The woman drives me bat-shit crazy without even trying.
All I keep picturing is that jeweled plug lodged in her ass, and how fucking perfect that primed hole is going to feel when I sink the entire length of my cock into it.
I walk through the front door ready to strip right in the foyer. I kick a black leather bag next to the door as I enter, and my stomach drops. I know who it belongs to, and he wasn’t scheduled to get home until late tonight.
“Kayla?” I raise my voice as I climb the stairs, anxious all of a sudden.
It’s dusk, so a soft light is overflowing through the house. I walk into my bedroom, and I’m struck with rage as hot as a bolt of white lightning.
“You’re home,” Kayla purrs, popping her head up from the pillow, her and Reese’s naked limbs tangled together on the bed. “We’ve been waiting for you.” She reaches out to me, but I’m frozen in place. Seeing her laying there with Reese does something inexplicable. It makes me tremble with an unidentifiable emotion.
“Dev?” Kayla beckons me again, and I manage to get my feet to move.
I prowl slowly over to the bed, shedding my clothes as I go. I keep my sole focus on Kayla, watching a lustful smile spread across her face.
She sits up, helping me push down my boxer briefs as I climb onto the mattress. Once they disappear, I clamp her face in my hands and kiss her deep and hard, invading her mouth with my tongue, claiming what’s mine.
“Have you been a good girl?” I ask, anger bubbling.
“No,” she answers. “I was very, very naughty.”
I glance over at Reese, who is just lying there grinning.
“You two have been having fun without me,” he states.
I wish it would stay that way.The insidious thought infects my brain.
I ignore Reese and concentrate solely on Kayla. I’ve been fantasizing about her all day, and I want what I want. Which is her.
“Flip over.” I’m rough with her, but I can’t help it. I’m buzzing with need and something else, something dangerous.
She climbs onto Reese, displaying her ass to me and the little jeweled plug. At least she managed to listen on that front.
I press on the jewel, Kayla moaning from the pressure.
“You ready for me, butterfly?” My voice is hoarse with lust and restrained aggression.
“Suck my cock, baby.” Reese strokes his growing shaft.
“No,” Kayla denies him. “I want you both. I need you both inside me.”
Her request heightens my anger. I’ve never had a problem sharing before, but presently, it’s making me enraged. I ignore the foreign feelings, solely focusing on Kayla’s ripe little ass.
“Who am I to deny you?” Reese pulls her face down, French kissing her as he flexes his hips and sinks into her pussy. My vision goes blurry, and my breathing accelerates. I don’t feel like myself.
“Dev,” Kayla’s desperate voice pulls me back as she rides my brother. “Hurry.” She looks over her shoulder enticingly. Communicating she wants me as much as him.
