Key West Lacey Alexander (sad books to read .txt) 📖

when his fourth finger lodged inside her. When he pushed inward she could feel where, together, they widened toward his knuckles. “Oh! God! Oh!” she cried as he pushed them in deeper, and she knew she was opening more and more for him. Even as the width of his fingers began to make her feel painfully stretched, her pussy convulsed around them in pleasure.

When she reached to caress her breasts, kneading them feverishly in her hands, Shay scooted closer, moving in behind her. Leaning on one of the mast poles, she drew Carrie’s upper body into her lap, reaching over her shoulders to take over the task. Instinct and need drove Carrie to reach down, as Shay had earlier, and hold her pussy open.

“So good, angel,” her lover crooned above, priming her with his hot, low voice. “You’re getting so good and open for me.”

“Fuck me,” she pleaded, at once surprised and aroused as the unbidden words left her. “Please fuck me now.”

Chris groaned at the request and drew his fingers from her passage, immediately replacing them with the tip of his cock. “You’re so wet, baby, this is gonna slide right in,” he promised.

Yet as he began to inch his way inside, even as her pussy welcomed him, she was stretched so wide it hurt. When she cried out in pain, he realized it immediately and drew back slightly.

He never said a word, never took his gaze from her face, as he curled his hands tight around her ass, lifting her slightly, which seemed to help him ease in a little deeper. Having a man so big was at once a blessing and a curse. She adored his cock, but she longed for her cunt to be able to take it.

Still gripping her ass, he began stroking her—his fingertips reaching inward, drawing hot little lines out from the tiny opening of her asshole. She let out a sigh, unsure where the wave of hot pleasure had just come from. But when he did it again, stroking her ass, digging his fingers in so that one of them gently nudged the little fissure before he drew those magic lines of heat outward—she knew it was stimulation to her anus that was sending intense arcs of sensation through her ass and cunt.

She let out a cry of bliss and he pushed his cock deeper, deeper, into her tight pussy. “Oh! Oh, yes!” she sobbed. He was in, filling her so full, just like last night.

“So fucking tight,” he murmured.

“Fuck me now,” she begged.

Shay’s soft, lithe hands still kneaded her breasts, squeezing and releasing with exquisite pressure, then pinching and pulling her nipples with a skill that told her Shay knew how to please a woman as well as a man. And when Chris began moving his massive cock in and out of her in slow, thorough strokes, she thought she would die of pleasure.

“How’s that feel, angel?”

She nodded against Shay’s legs. “Good. Big. So full.”

Masculine pride laced his smile and it made Carrie lower her gaze to where that tremendous shaft moved in her wetness.

Apparently, she wasn’t the only one fascinated by watching him fuck her, because Shay slowly eased out from under her to kneel down by her cunt, studying the slow strokes he delivered.

Despite being shocked repeatedly by Shay’s aggressiveness, it still stunned Carrie when Shay reached down and wrapped her hand around the base of Chris’s erection, as if to help guide him in and out of Carrie’s cunt. Carrie almost wanted to stop her, to let this connection be only between her and Chris, yet her gaze as well as both of theirs stayed locked on the point of entry, and Carrie felt Chris’s thrusts a little harder, a little deeper, because Shay was pulling on him, making it that way.

When Shay finally bent over and flicked her tongue across Carrie’s clit, she was no longer inclined to complain at all. Instead, she moaned as the hot pleasure rushed through her cunt and up into her breasts, which she molded in her hands again, now that Shay’s attentions were elsewhere.

Shay wasn’t as shy about licking pussy as Carrie had been, delivering lick after hot lick as Chris fucked her. Carrie moaned and cried out as the heat grew, the sensations beginning to swallow her. Whenever she glanced down to watch Shay tongue her, she found the other girl’s sexy brown eyes gazing back.

She heard herself moaning, almost sobbing. Despite how incredibly open her passage had become—Chris’s cock now sliding in and out with near ease—she somehow yearned to spread even wider, to take even more in, to feel Shay’s mouthing even more profoundly.

“You’re so open now, baby,” Chris said through clenched teeth.

“Oh yes. Fuck me. Lick me,” she cried out on a hot breath. “Lick me hard,” she pleaded, needing more, more, and wanting to come so badly she could barely stand it. What before had been small, tiny thrusts on her part were now hungry slams, her pussy crushing into Chris’s cock, harder and harder, and no matter how hard they fucked, Shay persevered, still tonguing her clit.

“Oh God, a little more, just a little more,” she begged.

The second orgasm was even more shattering than the first, seeming to scream through her body with a fury she’d never known. She heard herself sobbing, crying out, but she couldn’t think or make decisions or control any part of herself—she was overcome by the raw, searing upsurge of pure pleasure.

This climax didn’t last as long as her previous one, thank God—she didn’t think she could survive if it had. As the waves of sensation began to wane, she rode it out, still thrusting against Chris’s cock and Shay’s mouth. She was trying to stifle her moans, regain power over her breathing, come back down to earth, when Chris said, “I’m gonna come soon, angel. Do you want it in you, or on you?”

Normally, she’d have definitely said in her, loving having him empty his seed in her pussy,