to
work his balls. They were tight, hard, and she was good.
Cat pulled back. “Let’s suck him,”
she murmured.
God, yes. Three days without a
climax made him damn near crazy.
She shimmied down his body, her
ample breasts caressing him. His legs were spread wide, and she slipped between
them. “I’ll show you how he likes it,” she told Terry.
She sucked just the crown, her
tongue in his slit. Then she licked around the ridge before sliding down on
him, deep, deeper, all the way. He shoved his head back into the pillow and
thrust his hips. Cat took everything. That’s what she did best, take from a
man. Own him. Sometimes it bothered him. But other times, like now, he’d give
her anything she wanted.
“Fuck,” he said softly as she
squeezed his balls.
Just as he was about to come apart,
she pulled back. “Here, you take him. Just like I did.”
The softness of her flesh heated
him, and her hair brushed his thighs as she lay between his legs. With Cat
lightly stroking him as she held his cock aloft, Terry took him in her mouth,
swirling her tongue around the tip. Then she did this thing, a hard suction on
his crown while she licked his slit. It damn near made his head explode.
“Holy shit.” He wrapped both hands
around the ropes binding him to the head of the bed, his body clenching with
need. “Christ.”
“You like that, baby?” Cat purred.
He could only groan in answer.
Then they were both on him. Two
mouths sucking, two tongues licking. One of them sucked his scrotum into her
mouth. Incredible. His legs began to shake, his arms, his whole damn body. One
licked his shaft while the other sucked the head. Hands on his balls, fingers
tracing the crack of his ass, then gently rimming him. Pushing deeper. Oh
Christ. If his eyes hadn’t been covered, he’d have been blind with pleasure
anyway. They knew how to push him to the edge, when to back off.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted as a
finger penetrated him. He’d never been keen on that, but this, holy hell, it
was like nothing he’d ever felt when combined with all those hands and mouths
and tongues.
“It’s so good, baby, isn’t it. You
love it, don’t you?
Cat was talking and stroking him,
priming his balls, while Terry sucked and probed and found a perfect spot
inside him. Or maybe it was Cat doing that. Fuck, he couldn’t tell, didn’t
care.
His body was a live wire, bucking
uncontrollably. “I gotta come. Oh Jesus, I’m gonna come. Fuck, I’m coming.”
But Cat—he knew her touch—fisted
her hand around the base of his shaft, squeezing like a cock ring or a leather
strap, and kept him from coming. It was mind-blowing, the need, the inability,
the pleasure close to pain.
“Please, fuck, please.” He never
begged, but she had him begging. They had him begging.
“Shall we let him come?” She
chuckled softly. “He needs it so badly.”
The finger in his ass drove him
mad, and the mouth around his cock was exquisite torture.
Then the warmth of Cat’s body was
gone, and the other woman took her place, sprawling between his legs. “Make him
come.” Cat’s fisted hand opened, and she reached down to cup his balls. “I want
him to come in your mouth. I want you to swallow every drop of his jism.”
He climaxed so hard, his head
pounded with it. The spurt of his come seemed endless as Cat milked it from his
balls. Terry’s tongue on him and her finger pressing his prostate kept him
riding the hairy edge of pleasure and pain, on and on and on. He filled her
mouth with buckets. She swallowed it all, sucked him, drawing more than he
thought he could possibly have, even after three days without a climax. His
body shuddered and quivered, and still Terry licked and laved and suckled.
Maybe he passed out. He wasn’t
sure. Voices. Murmurs. Cat, from far, far away. “Was that good, baby?”
He wanted to say he’d never felt
anything like it, better than he’d ever had in his life, but he didn’t think he
could make his
work his balls. They were tight, hard, and she was good.
Cat pulled back. “Let’s suck him,”
she murmured.
God, yes. Three days without a
climax made him damn near crazy.
She shimmied down his body, her
ample breasts caressing him. His legs were spread wide, and she slipped between
them. “I’ll show you how he likes it,” she told Terry.
She sucked just the crown, her
tongue in his slit. Then she licked around the ridge before sliding down on
him, deep, deeper, all the way. He shoved his head back into the pillow and
thrust his hips. Cat took everything. That’s what she did best, take from a
man. Own him. Sometimes it bothered him. But other times, like now, he’d give
her anything she wanted.
“Fuck,” he said softly as she
squeezed his balls.
Just as he was about to come apart,
she pulled back. “Here, you take him. Just like I did.”
The softness of her flesh heated
him, and her hair brushed his thighs as she lay between his legs. With Cat
lightly stroking him as she held his cock aloft, Terry took him in her mouth,
swirling her tongue around the tip. Then she did this thing, a hard suction on
his crown while she licked his slit. It damn near made his head explode.
“Holy shit.” He wrapped both hands
around the ropes binding him to the head of the bed, his body clenching with
need. “Christ.”
“You like that, baby?” Cat purred.
He could only groan in answer.
Then they were both on him. Two
mouths sucking, two tongues licking. One of them sucked his scrotum into her
mouth. Incredible. His legs began to shake, his arms, his whole damn body. One
licked his shaft while the other sucked the head. Hands on his balls, fingers
tracing the crack of his ass, then gently rimming him. Pushing deeper. Oh
Christ. If his eyes hadn’t been covered, he’d have been blind with pleasure
anyway. They knew how to push him to the edge, when to back off.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted as a
finger penetrated him. He’d never been keen on that, but this, holy hell, it
was like nothing he’d ever felt when combined with all those hands and mouths
and tongues.
“It’s so good, baby, isn’t it. You
love it, don’t you?
Cat was talking and stroking him,
priming his balls, while Terry sucked and probed and found a perfect spot
inside him. Or maybe it was Cat doing that. Fuck, he couldn’t tell, didn’t
care.
His body was a live wire, bucking
uncontrollably. “I gotta come. Oh Jesus, I’m gonna come. Fuck, I’m coming.”
But Cat—he knew her touch—fisted
her hand around the base of his shaft, squeezing like a cock ring or a leather
strap, and kept him from coming. It was mind-blowing, the need, the inability,
the pleasure close to pain.
“Please, fuck, please.” He never
begged, but she had him begging. They had him begging.
“Shall we let him come?” She
chuckled softly. “He needs it so badly.”
The finger in his ass drove him
mad, and the mouth around his cock was exquisite torture.
Then the warmth of Cat’s body was
gone, and the other woman took her place, sprawling between his legs. “Make him
come.” Cat’s fisted hand opened, and she reached down to cup his balls. “I want
him to come in your mouth. I want you to swallow every drop of his jism.”
He climaxed so hard, his head
pounded with it. The spurt of his come seemed endless as Cat milked it from his
balls. Terry’s tongue on him and her finger pressing his prostate kept him
riding the hairy edge of pleasure and pain, on and on and on. He filled her
mouth with buckets. She swallowed it all, sucked him, drawing more than he
thought he could possibly have, even after three days without a climax. His
body shuddered and quivered, and still Terry licked and laved and suckled.
Maybe he passed out. He wasn’t
sure. Voices. Murmurs. Cat, from far, far away. “Was that good, baby?”
He wanted to say he’d never felt
anything like it, better than he’d ever had in his life, but he didn’t think he
could make his
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