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The kiss was soft, gentle, her fingers sliding into my hair. She didn’t try to rush me and I wasn’t in a hurry. She was perfection, her body molding to mine. I could’ve stayed just like this forever and never needed anything more.
A warm hand landed on my back. A much bigger, rougher hand. A tremor shot through me at the knowledge of Wolfe watching us.
The warm hand disappeared, replaced by a warm body. I pulled my mouth from Amy’s when I realized Wolfe was behind me, his arms bracketing my shoulders.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better.
“You want this?” Wolfe’s deep voice rumbled against my ear.
“So bad,” I replied.
Bracing myself above Amy, I pushed in as deep as I could go, then stilled when Wolfe’s hands separated my ass cheeks.
“Oh, fuck,” I hissed when a warm tongue grazed my asshole. “Oh, holy fuck.”
Amy’s inner muscles flexed, tightening around my dick. The combination of that and Wolfe’s tongue on sensitive flesh had me shuddering.
“What’s he doing?” Amy asked, her voice soft, seductive.
I sucked in air. “He’s… Oh, fuck, that feels good.” I met Amy’s gaze. “He’s lickin’ my hole.”
Her pussy tightened, squeezing me. She obviously liked the idea of that.
Amy pulled my head back down, and I sank into the kiss, keeping my weight off her, not wanting to crush her, although I was being assaulted by pleasure. Wolfe’s tongue disappeared, then something pushed in my ass.
A finger.
Slow and easy, Wolfe teased me while I rocked forward and back. The sensation was fucking incredible. Driving into Amy, then back against the intrusion in my ass. I wanted Wolfe to fuck me, to drive all three of us to completion.
When Wolfe moved again, I shifted, holding myself still, preparing for his weight.
The moonbeams bounced off Amy’s face, her eyes shimmering as she watched the two of us above her. The expression on her face told me she knew what was happening, and she wasn’t put off by it.
Rocking my hips gently, I kept us both hovering on the edge until finally, the blunt head of Wolfe’s cock breached my ass. I sucked in air as the initial pain took me, but I let it out, focusing on the incredible feel of Amy’s pussy clutching me, her inner muscles locking on my dick.
Her hands played with my hair, her eyes shining as she held my gaze. I couldn’t move, pinned between them. Once Wolfe was seated to the hilt, I relaxed as much as possible, allowing his momentum to do all the work for me.
Amy sighed deeply. “I … oh…”
I watched her watching me, suspended in a state of complete helplessness, but I still felt in total control. I was right where I wanted to be.
Wolfe’s hips punched against me, his cock driving inside me until he was fucking me harder, faster, deeper. Our combined moans drifted in the air around us for long minutes until my release built, damn near knocking me down. I continued to rock against Amy, hoping like hell I could bring her to orgasm before I came.
Clearly aware of my inability to do anything more than endure, Wolfe’s hand slipped between my body and Amy’s. How the man managed, I didn’t know, but the next thing I knew, Amy was panting.
“Wolfe … Rhys … I’m… Oh, God, that’s so good.” Her head tilted back, neck straining as she cried out our names over and over.
Her orgasm triggered mine, and seconds later, Wolfe was following us right over the edge.
Chapter Twenty
Thursday, August 3, 2017
Wolfe
“Since when did we become delivery drivers?” Calvin grumbled for the fiftieth time since they got in the truck. Just twenty-seven fucking minutes ago.
“What I wanna know is why you made my ass ride in the back seat,” Lynx bitched from behind us.
