Page 23 of In Their Hearts
“This feels… wrong.” Yet he continues to finger fuck my hole.
“No, it feels naughty. Trust me, she’s not going to wake up. But would it be so bad if she did?”
“Oh, God. I don’t know.”
“Think about how tight her pussy is going to be. She’s going to squeeze your cock and pull you deep.” I whisper even though I’m pretty sure that after those orgasms we gave her, she isn’t waking up until tomorrow.
The hard tip of his cock hits my hole. It feels almost foreign, as usually I’m the one fucking him. He presses in, still making sure I’m okay despite being so worked up.
“Mmm.” I moan. The feel of him stretching me feels so fucking good.
“So tight. Let me in. Fuck, let me all the way in.”
Clay pushes in further. More and more, he feeds his cock into me. The burn mixes with the pleasure. I close my eyes, loving the feel of him, getting lost as he begins to thrust.
It doesn’t take long before he picks up the pace. Gripping my hips hard as he fucks me.
Shit.
My cock is dripping all over the carpet. Ready to burst. Untouched. Fuck. I’m there.
“Fill me up, love. I’m about to come…” I pant harshly.
He pulls almost all the way out and slams in hard. Mixing in short thrusts. The angle hits me in the right spot every time.
I can’t hold back anymore. I come. Spraying the floor, and my arms begin to shake as I do everything I can to not fall to the floor.
Clay fucks me through my orgasm. Jesus.
I hold in my cries and bite my lip. Three more hard thrusts and he goes over. Spilling his hot seed inside of me. I look over my shoulder, and his focus is on her. On Jo.
My husband has a serious crush on her. I start to wonder how serious this could be for him. How much does he really like her?
He pulls out slowly and helps me up. I wrap him in my arms to steady us both. Marveling in the warm sensation in my hole.
“That was hot, love. Thank you.” I whisper to him.
“I love you, Grant. Always.”
“I love you too. Always. Now let’s clean up so you can snuggle the hell out of her. No more blanket walls.” I grin, giving him one more kiss.
13
Jolee
The furnace next to me wakes me up. I’m too hot. Slowly, I open my eyes, adjusting to the room. Memories of last night are vivid in my mind.
“Good morning, love," Grant says lazily.
“Did you sleep well?” That smirk is firmly in place on his face. He knows I did. Those orgasms were… fucking amazing. Is that why I slept so well? I had no clue that's what I've been missing out on. Damn.
“Did I pass out? I don't remember anything after…” I feel my cheeks heat at the admission. Apparently, they gave me memory-erasing orgasms.
“If I had to guess, I don’t think you’ve been sleeping much. We just helped provide a new sleep solution.”
Wow. What do I even say to that? He’s not… wrong?
But I didn't return the favor. Shit. I look up at Grant, but he doesn't seem upset. I didn’t even see them naked. Maybe I'm not really ready for this yet. Whatever, this is because I already feel like I’m doing it all wrong.
