Between the Sheets (9781476775807) by Cairo Page B

gaze.
    â€œYeah, muhfucka…you wanna suck my baby’s pussy juice off this long dick, don’t you?”’
    He grunts.
    I grin.
    Holding myself up on my forearms, I thrust steadily in and out of Marika, keeping my stare on the sexy muhfucka standing in the middle of the floor. I glance down at Marika and smile. Then wink. Her face is a collage of expressions. She moans and groans. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth. Her legs are wrapped high around my hips, sucking me deeper into her pussy. “Yeah, baby…nut for me,” I say in a low, husky voice. “Let me feed that muhfucka over there this nut, baby…”
    Her fingernails dig into my shoulders in anticipation. She bucks and thrashes and screams and cums around my dick, soaking it in her warmth. My dick is thick and hard and aching. I grunt, feeling my own nut gathering at the base of my spine.
    â€œYeah, muhfucka…come over here and get this nut…”
    Marika moans.
    Then groans, my thrusts fucking the noise out of her. The head of my dick strokes her G-spot. I can feel it. She’s about to cum again. Hard. Wet. Long. Dripping.
    And she does. Then she is fucking me back. Her hips thrust. Her pussy glides up and down the shaft of my cock. Her juices dribble out, drenching the sheets beneath her.
    The aroma of her pussy is all around me.
    I’m about to bust.
    â€œCome get this nut, niggah…”
    Marika moans again as I grunt, and a gusher of hot nut bursts outta my slit into her pussy. I quickly pull out as our guest drops to his knees in front of me. He takes my cunt-and-cum-soaked dick into his hands and sucks my giant head into his mouth like he’s sucking the juice out of a tangerine, stroking my shaft.
    He moans as I nut again. Three more ropes of thick cum shoot out of me, hitting the back of his throat and flooding his mouth. He sucks out every drop, then pulls his head back and caresses my dickhead between his lips.
    I pull out of his mouth, groaning, as one last spurt of nut splashes his face.

TWELVE
    Marika
    The rules are simple.
    Our tête-à-têtes are always agreed on.
    We choose each other’s sexual pleasures for the night.
    We must both be physically attracted to them.
    We never, ever, engage in any extramarital trysts without the other’s permission and presence. Never.
    Discretion is a must. Each conquest must have as much to lose as we do if our secret rendezvous were to ever become public knowledge.
    And they’re all always…beautiful.
    Every shade of black, every hue of brown, every tint of red, wrapped around taut, sculpted bodies; firm breasts, round hips, tight asses to sensual lips, chiseled chests, rippled abs, and long dicks.
    We participate or not in the other’s salacious night.
    And, together, Marcel and I embrace our bisexualities, testing sexual boundaries while indulging our sinful fantasies, and turning them into sensually heated realities; like right now.
    With this delicious hunk of caramel perfection, sliding his spit-and-cum-soaked dick from out of my mouth as Marcel’s cum-soaked cock flops out of my sticky cunt. Caramel’s thick cream coats my lips. Marcel’s warm nut coats my walls.
    Both of them spread their dicks over my respective lips, then lean in and kiss them, licking their semen up, tasting themselves on me. Dark hunger flashes over Caramel’s face as he slides his tongue over my lips, then slips it into my mouth. His lips are soft and moist. I can still taste Marcel’s nut on him. Can taste and smell my pussy on him on his lips from having sucked Marcel’s cock less than five minutes ago.
    Mmmm…
    Deliciously decadent.
    My insides throb as Marcel’s tongue skims the mouth of my pussy, then flaps up and down inside my wetness. My cunt clenches. My hips shift in response. Wind. Thrust. Pump. Marcel’s long tongue slides further up inside of me. My ass churns. My pussy juice flows like a never-ending