bittersweet until he rammed
past the first ring of muscle. Releasing a sharp cry, she fought to breathe
against the searing burn.
Barry quit thrusting, his hold on her
growing firmer.
“Am I hurting you?” Stan gritted out. His
fingers bit into her hips.
“God no, don’t stop,” she pleaded.
The man made a strangling sound as his
erection pressed forward. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Tight. So fuckin’ tight.” Then
his hips bucked forward and his taut abdomen rested against her back.
Kayla couldn’t think, buffeted between the
two men, their cocks buried so deep within her body. The fullness in her ass
and pussy was all-consuming. Pain was a tightrope of sensations lying in the
shadows as she trembled with unbearable pleasure.
“Easy, baby,” Barry murmured.
When she could finally speak, she choked,
“Move, dammit. Fuck me.”
Someone released a tight laugh. Who? It
didn’t matter. All Kayla knew was she needed them to ease the ache inside.
Slamming into her all at once, they fucked
her hard and fast, tugging her body and mind in a million different directions.
Pushed beyond limits she imagined existed, Kayla wasn’t prepared for the
pulsating waterfall coursing through her. Her toes curled as it built into one
huge, jolting contraction, and then a bolt of fire exploded in her core,
wrenching a scream from her raw throat. Shards of lightning cut upward and out.
She couldn’t catch her breath fast enough before the next earth-shattering
spasm struck, blacking her vision.
How long it went on she didn’t know.
When her sight returned, waves of
aftershocks were rocking her limp body. Barry and Stan must have reached their
fulfillment, because they lay pressed against her, their breathing heavy and
labored. She closed her eyes, reveling in the tingles prickling her skin as
sleep stole her away.
Chapter Nine
Barry woke to a warm body pressed against
his back. Kayla had a leg thrown over his, her warm palm resting on his chest.
He covered her hand with his and smiled. She had been amazing last night. More
than either he or Stan could have imagined.
Stan had been beside himself, knowing that
had been his first and last time having her. He realized what Barry had already
known. A woman like Kayla was special. The envy in his friend’s eyes had been
obvious, but before he left he had wished Barry a long and happy life with
Kayla.
“Hmmm…” she moaned, stretching. “I ache all
over.”
Barry rolled on to his back. “Is that a bad
thing or a good thing?”
Through long, heavy lashes she looked up at
him. “Definitely good.”
“You up for a little Christmas cheer?” He
raised his hips, drawing her attention to the tented sheet draped over his groin.
“Ohmygod. Aren’t you ever sated?” she
chuckled.
Barry pulled her atop him. “I’ll never get
enough of you.” He smoothed his palm over the curve of her ass. “But in all
reality we don’t have much time. Mom and Dad are expecting us at noon.”
Kayla glanced over at the nightstand where
his alarm clock beamed ten forty-five. “Crap.” She pushed against his chest,
rising. “I don’t have anything to wear. Why didn’t you wake me up?”
He ran his palms down her arms. “No
problem, Counselor. I’ll call Mom and negotiate a later time.” They always
opened gifts before eating, so being a little late wouldn’t pose a problem.
“Don’t you know anything about a turkey?”
She gave him a duh look when he didn’t respond. “I’m assuming we’re
having turkey. But the longer the meat sits, the dryer it gets. If we’re late
we’ll ruin their dinner. I will not be the cause of a dehydrated
turkey.”
Barry laughed, not moving fast enough to
avoid the playful swat that landed on his shoulder. “Owww. That’s considered
domestic abuse.”
Bouncing out of bed, she threw “sue me”,
over a shoulder. When she bent to retrieve her dress from where it lay on the
floor, his cock jerked at the delicious sight she
past the first ring of muscle. Releasing a sharp cry, she fought to breathe
against the searing burn.
Barry quit thrusting, his hold on her
growing firmer.
“Am I hurting you?” Stan gritted out. His
fingers bit into her hips.
“God no, don’t stop,” she pleaded.
The man made a strangling sound as his
erection pressed forward. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Tight. So fuckin’ tight.” Then
his hips bucked forward and his taut abdomen rested against her back.
Kayla couldn’t think, buffeted between the
two men, their cocks buried so deep within her body. The fullness in her ass
and pussy was all-consuming. Pain was a tightrope of sensations lying in the
shadows as she trembled with unbearable pleasure.
“Easy, baby,” Barry murmured.
When she could finally speak, she choked,
“Move, dammit. Fuck me.”
Someone released a tight laugh. Who? It
didn’t matter. All Kayla knew was she needed them to ease the ache inside.
Slamming into her all at once, they fucked
her hard and fast, tugging her body and mind in a million different directions.
Pushed beyond limits she imagined existed, Kayla wasn’t prepared for the
pulsating waterfall coursing through her. Her toes curled as it built into one
huge, jolting contraction, and then a bolt of fire exploded in her core,
wrenching a scream from her raw throat. Shards of lightning cut upward and out.
She couldn’t catch her breath fast enough before the next earth-shattering
spasm struck, blacking her vision.
How long it went on she didn’t know.
When her sight returned, waves of
aftershocks were rocking her limp body. Barry and Stan must have reached their
fulfillment, because they lay pressed against her, their breathing heavy and
labored. She closed her eyes, reveling in the tingles prickling her skin as
sleep stole her away.
Chapter Nine
Barry woke to a warm body pressed against
his back. Kayla had a leg thrown over his, her warm palm resting on his chest.
He covered her hand with his and smiled. She had been amazing last night. More
than either he or Stan could have imagined.
Stan had been beside himself, knowing that
had been his first and last time having her. He realized what Barry had already
known. A woman like Kayla was special. The envy in his friend’s eyes had been
obvious, but before he left he had wished Barry a long and happy life with
Kayla.
“Hmmm…” she moaned, stretching. “I ache all
over.”
Barry rolled on to his back. “Is that a bad
thing or a good thing?”
Through long, heavy lashes she looked up at
him. “Definitely good.”
“You up for a little Christmas cheer?” He
raised his hips, drawing her attention to the tented sheet draped over his groin.
“Ohmygod. Aren’t you ever sated?” she
chuckled.
Barry pulled her atop him. “I’ll never get
enough of you.” He smoothed his palm over the curve of her ass. “But in all
reality we don’t have much time. Mom and Dad are expecting us at noon.”
Kayla glanced over at the nightstand where
his alarm clock beamed ten forty-five. “Crap.” She pushed against his chest,
rising. “I don’t have anything to wear. Why didn’t you wake me up?”
He ran his palms down her arms. “No
problem, Counselor. I’ll call Mom and negotiate a later time.” They always
opened gifts before eating, so being a little late wouldn’t pose a problem.
“Don’t you know anything about a turkey?”
She gave him a duh look when he didn’t respond. “I’m assuming we’re
having turkey. But the longer the meat sits, the dryer it gets. If we’re late
we’ll ruin their dinner. I will not be the cause of a dehydrated
turkey.”
Barry laughed, not moving fast enough to
avoid the playful swat that landed on his shoulder. “Owww. That’s considered
domestic abuse.”
Bouncing out of bed, she threw “sue me”,
over a shoulder. When she bent to retrieve her dress from where it lay on the
floor, his cock jerked at the delicious sight she
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