to the rim by bumping her lips over it. His stomach tightened as he neared orgasm. She pulled the thick plug from ass, and he cried out in protest.
“Oh please,” he gasped.
“Please what?”
“Please put it back in.”
“What do you want me to do to you?”
He lifted his head from the pillow to look at her. His face was flushed, his eyes glassy. “Fuck me, Myrna.”
She grabbed the dildo strapped over her mound and moved up his body. She pressed the head of the small phallus against his ass, staring into his eyes as she slowly possessed him. His body broke out into a sweat as she slid deeper.
“Okay?” she asked, brushing a hand over his flushed cheek.
His breath came in hard, harsh gasps. “I can’t decide if I like it. Go a little deeper.” When she complied, his eyelids fluttered. “Oh, yes, I like it.”
She claimed him slowly at first, rocking her hips. His hard cock brushed against her belly; pre-cum dripped from the tip. With one hand clutched in the sheet beneath him, he grabbed his shaft in his other hand and stroked his length in time with her thrusts. He was definitely liking this. Far more than she’d anticipated. Maybe he’d always wanted to be taken this way—long before he’d met her.
“Who are you thinking about?” she asked as she pulled back and pushed forward again. She filled him completely, grinding her hips until he moaned. “Brian.”
“Huh?”
“Who are you thinking about?”
“Don’t stop. I’m close.”
She could see that. She pulled back and thrust forward, taking him hard and deep and fast.
“Are you thinking about Trey while I fuck your ass?” she asked.
His eyes flipped open, and he pinned her with an incredulous stare. “Why the fuck would I be thinking about Trey?”
She wished she’d swallowed the question instead of throwing it out there between them, especially now, when he was so vulnerable. But since she’d already introduced the subject, it was time to tell him how Trey really felt about him and to find out if deep inside himself, Brian felt any of the same emotions.
“I need to tell you something,” she said.
“Tell me what?”
She took a deep breath. “Trey—”
A loud pounding banged at the suite’s door. Brian tensed and turned his head, staring with wide eyes. “What the hell was that?”
“Shh, shh. It’s nothing. They’ll go away.”
The knocking intensified. Brian stared anxiously toward the door, as if expecting it to fly off its hinges.
“Brian! Open the door!” Sed called from the other side.
Brian’s cock immediately went soft and his body tense.
“Dammit,” Myrna cursed.
“Let me up,” he said, looking like he was about to throw up.
She pulled out of him.
He stumbled out of bed and grabbed a towel to wrap around his narrow hips. Myrna took a hotel robe from the closet and wrapped it around her body to hide what was going on below her waist. She wondered what Sed would think of her makeshift boner. Not that she would ever tell anyone about her experimentation with Brian. Not even Trey. Especially not Trey. And because her husband liked being taken in the ass, it made the guy even more of threat. Didn’t it? Or maybe it made him less of a threat because Brian had given her what he’d never given to Trey. Hell, she didn’t know what to think, so she concentrated on something slightly less exasperating—Sed’s interruption.
“The guys are probably just playing a joke on us,” she said.
“I’m going to fucking kill them all,” Brian said. On his way to the door, Brian bumped into the untouched room service cart and careened into the wall, cursing under his breath and rubbing his knee.
Regaining his footing and his hold on his towel, he yanked the door open. “This better be important.”
“Is that Sed?” Myrna asked. She peeked around Brian to find Sed standing at the threshold, his ex-fiancée, Jessica, at his side.
Myrna grinned. Her plan to get them back together was already
“Oh please,” he gasped.
“Please what?”
“Please put it back in.”
“What do you want me to do to you?”
He lifted his head from the pillow to look at her. His face was flushed, his eyes glassy. “Fuck me, Myrna.”
She grabbed the dildo strapped over her mound and moved up his body. She pressed the head of the small phallus against his ass, staring into his eyes as she slowly possessed him. His body broke out into a sweat as she slid deeper.
“Okay?” she asked, brushing a hand over his flushed cheek.
His breath came in hard, harsh gasps. “I can’t decide if I like it. Go a little deeper.” When she complied, his eyelids fluttered. “Oh, yes, I like it.”
She claimed him slowly at first, rocking her hips. His hard cock brushed against her belly; pre-cum dripped from the tip. With one hand clutched in the sheet beneath him, he grabbed his shaft in his other hand and stroked his length in time with her thrusts. He was definitely liking this. Far more than she’d anticipated. Maybe he’d always wanted to be taken this way—long before he’d met her.
“Who are you thinking about?” she asked as she pulled back and pushed forward again. She filled him completely, grinding her hips until he moaned. “Brian.”
“Huh?”
“Who are you thinking about?”
“Don’t stop. I’m close.”
She could see that. She pulled back and thrust forward, taking him hard and deep and fast.
“Are you thinking about Trey while I fuck your ass?” she asked.
His eyes flipped open, and he pinned her with an incredulous stare. “Why the fuck would I be thinking about Trey?”
She wished she’d swallowed the question instead of throwing it out there between them, especially now, when he was so vulnerable. But since she’d already introduced the subject, it was time to tell him how Trey really felt about him and to find out if deep inside himself, Brian felt any of the same emotions.
“I need to tell you something,” she said.
“Tell me what?”
She took a deep breath. “Trey—”
A loud pounding banged at the suite’s door. Brian tensed and turned his head, staring with wide eyes. “What the hell was that?”
“Shh, shh. It’s nothing. They’ll go away.”
The knocking intensified. Brian stared anxiously toward the door, as if expecting it to fly off its hinges.
“Brian! Open the door!” Sed called from the other side.
Brian’s cock immediately went soft and his body tense.
“Dammit,” Myrna cursed.
“Let me up,” he said, looking like he was about to throw up.
She pulled out of him.
He stumbled out of bed and grabbed a towel to wrap around his narrow hips. Myrna took a hotel robe from the closet and wrapped it around her body to hide what was going on below her waist. She wondered what Sed would think of her makeshift boner. Not that she would ever tell anyone about her experimentation with Brian. Not even Trey. Especially not Trey. And because her husband liked being taken in the ass, it made the guy even more of threat. Didn’t it? Or maybe it made him less of a threat because Brian had given her what he’d never given to Trey. Hell, she didn’t know what to think, so she concentrated on something slightly less exasperating—Sed’s interruption.
“The guys are probably just playing a joke on us,” she said.
“I’m going to fucking kill them all,” Brian said. On his way to the door, Brian bumped into the untouched room service cart and careened into the wall, cursing under his breath and rubbing his knee.
Regaining his footing and his hold on his towel, he yanked the door open. “This better be important.”
“Is that Sed?” Myrna asked. She peeked around Brian to find Sed standing at the threshold, his ex-fiancée, Jessica, at his side.
Myrna grinned. Her plan to get them back together was already
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