and followed her. Dana turned into his arms, her legs twining with his. “When I come, I want to be inside your pussy with you squeezing around me while I look at you,” he told her. Shoving her legs apart, her surged inside her, his only thought that of uniting with his woman and finding release at long last. His hands buried in her silky shirt and he realised, he'd been so caught up with her ass that he'd forgotten her clothes. Damn, this was different without Christopher. Together, they would have had Dana naked by now, one pleasuring her while the other took care of business, both making her writhe.
He pulled free the top button of her blouse, kissing the skin in between as he powered into her cunt, stretching the passage and drawing hoarse chants of pleasure from her.
"Yes,” she cried. “Yes, Jason!"
With a yank, he tore free the rest of her buttons, at least three going flying. He didn't care. He needed her skin. He needed to taste her and smell the floral scent she'd dabbed between her breasts.
There was no way to easily remove her skirt so he left it, along with her stockings. Her pussy was bare and hot as it enveloped him and he was in heaven ... clothes or not. Dana writhed and he knew he wasn't alone. Her glossy brown hair spread out over the pillows, getting caught in her fingers as she fisted the pillows.
"You like that? Quick and hot?” he rasped.
She nodded, making a non-verbal sound as her mouth dropped open and she arched beneath him. Her body tightened with release and he struggled to keep from coming. He pushed her legs up towards her chest, holding her wide as he continued to thrust.
Bollocks! It had been too long today—holding off since this morning. He couldn't stop. As Dana's second climax washed over her, it grabbed him and dragged him along as well. A great surge started in his balls shooting forward and his cum exploded forth into her, marking her as his.
"Better?” Dana asked.
"God, yes."
She yawned. “You guys wipe me out. I wish we had time for a nap.” She stretched and closed her eyes. “Mmm ... can't. S'posed to keep you out of trouble."
"What?” he demanded.
She opened an eye. “That's why I'm here, isn't it? I'm doing a really bad job of it."
"No, baby. Not even close."
Reaching for the phone, he called Christopher and told him to come upstairs. They all needed to talk. He didn't want to move, but he forced himself out of the bed and went to retrieve his pants. Afterward, he waited near the door for his mate's knock.
Christopher rolled his eyes when he saw Dana half clothed and asleep in the middle of the bed. “Botched it up, did you?"
"Did not."
"Huh. Okay. She didn't want her clothes off?"
"Shut up. I didn't call you to critique my performance, though judging by her deep sleep, it didn't suck."
"I never thought it did."
"She thinks she's here to babysit us."
Christopher frowned, obviously displeased by that. “That doesn't bode well ... Dana, luv,” he said, sitting beside her and jostling her shoulder. “We need to talk to you."
Murmuring, she turned over and buried her nose in his hip. He looked up at Jason. “It really didn't suck."
"Not even close,” Dana muttered. She stretched, her adorable face scrunching as she did. “Please tell me someone is making coffee."
"In a minute, baby. We need to talk to you."
"What?” she asked. Her eyes were suddenly alert as she pulled a pillow over her front and sat up, looking warily at them. Pain pierced through Jason as he recognised hurt and panic in her stare. Lord, she thought they were gonna dump her in the bin with the rubbish.
Christopher took her limp hand. “There's no easy way to say this and I want to get it out before we go downstairs—"
She pulled away. “It's okay. I get it."
She obviously didn't get it at all.
Her fingers shoved through her hair. “If you two could leave. I'll get dressed and—"
"Dana! Listen,” Jason demanded. “We love you for God's sake. Will you stop trying
He pulled free the top button of her blouse, kissing the skin in between as he powered into her cunt, stretching the passage and drawing hoarse chants of pleasure from her.
"Yes,” she cried. “Yes, Jason!"
With a yank, he tore free the rest of her buttons, at least three going flying. He didn't care. He needed her skin. He needed to taste her and smell the floral scent she'd dabbed between her breasts.
There was no way to easily remove her skirt so he left it, along with her stockings. Her pussy was bare and hot as it enveloped him and he was in heaven ... clothes or not. Dana writhed and he knew he wasn't alone. Her glossy brown hair spread out over the pillows, getting caught in her fingers as she fisted the pillows.
"You like that? Quick and hot?” he rasped.
She nodded, making a non-verbal sound as her mouth dropped open and she arched beneath him. Her body tightened with release and he struggled to keep from coming. He pushed her legs up towards her chest, holding her wide as he continued to thrust.
Bollocks! It had been too long today—holding off since this morning. He couldn't stop. As Dana's second climax washed over her, it grabbed him and dragged him along as well. A great surge started in his balls shooting forward and his cum exploded forth into her, marking her as his.
"Better?” Dana asked.
"God, yes."
She yawned. “You guys wipe me out. I wish we had time for a nap.” She stretched and closed her eyes. “Mmm ... can't. S'posed to keep you out of trouble."
"What?” he demanded.
She opened an eye. “That's why I'm here, isn't it? I'm doing a really bad job of it."
"No, baby. Not even close."
Reaching for the phone, he called Christopher and told him to come upstairs. They all needed to talk. He didn't want to move, but he forced himself out of the bed and went to retrieve his pants. Afterward, he waited near the door for his mate's knock.
Christopher rolled his eyes when he saw Dana half clothed and asleep in the middle of the bed. “Botched it up, did you?"
"Did not."
"Huh. Okay. She didn't want her clothes off?"
"Shut up. I didn't call you to critique my performance, though judging by her deep sleep, it didn't suck."
"I never thought it did."
"She thinks she's here to babysit us."
Christopher frowned, obviously displeased by that. “That doesn't bode well ... Dana, luv,” he said, sitting beside her and jostling her shoulder. “We need to talk to you."
Murmuring, she turned over and buried her nose in his hip. He looked up at Jason. “It really didn't suck."
"Not even close,” Dana muttered. She stretched, her adorable face scrunching as she did. “Please tell me someone is making coffee."
"In a minute, baby. We need to talk to you."
"What?” she asked. Her eyes were suddenly alert as she pulled a pillow over her front and sat up, looking warily at them. Pain pierced through Jason as he recognised hurt and panic in her stare. Lord, she thought they were gonna dump her in the bin with the rubbish.
Christopher took her limp hand. “There's no easy way to say this and I want to get it out before we go downstairs—"
She pulled away. “It's okay. I get it."
She obviously didn't get it at all.
Her fingers shoved through her hair. “If you two could leave. I'll get dressed and—"
"Dana! Listen,” Jason demanded. “We love you for God's sake. Will you stop trying
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