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

she pressed her palm full over his cock through his shorts. He was so on edge he couldn’t stifle a moan.

Around them, he was vaguely aware of other couples, trios, foursomes, touching, groping one another. From the corner of his eye he saw a girl wearing only a pair of panties kneeling to give a blowjob. A group of girls to his left stripped off each other’s bras, taking turns kissing each other’s breasts. But Chris only had eyes for his hot little Carrie, suddenly a sex kitten supreme.

He rubbed his erection hard against her hand, and was disappointed when she pulled it away, until he realized she was vigorously undoing his pants. Shay kept his angel’s skirt pulled up, her fingers playing about the garters stretching from Carrie’s hips down the fronts of her slender thighs. Between Shay’s caressing hands, Carrie’s cunt gaped open, her clit protruding. He couldn’t wait to get his cock out.

Carrie lifted the now-stretched-out band of his underwear up over his hard-on, then locked the elastic firmly beneath his balls, adding even more pressure to an already super-intense arousal.

Grabbing onto his cock like it was a handle, she levered it down to a horizontal position and slipped it between her legs, where she slid back and forth on it, her wet pussy sawing against his rock-hard shaft. “You get to see what I can do with a pole now,” she purred coquettishly as she leaned in to him, her nipples grazing his chest to leave pinpoints of fire.

“Show me, baby,” he growled, sliding his cock back and forth in her slit.

As promised, she slid along his elongated shaft the same way the stripper had slid her cunt against the silver pole. His arousal stretched even tauter with every skim of her juice-soaked cunt. From behind her, Shay fully caressed her big, beautiful breasts, kissing her neck, and Carrie leaned her head back, eyes shut in sheer passion. The vision of the two girls was like a lusty dream come true.

“Need you in me,” she rasped, bringing her gaze to his. “Now.”

“Here?” he said, still sawing against her.

She bit her lip, appearing lost in the intensity of her desire. “Mmm.”

Without another second’s hesitation, he bent down, hoisted her body over his shoulder, and hauled her from the dance floor, leaving Shay behind.

He spotted a bar stool that someone had placed in a corner, so he carried her to it and lowered her ass onto the vinyl seat. She spread her legs instantly, as wide as they would go, giving him a tantalizing view of her sweet open pussy, all swollen for him, glistening in the dimly lit room.

Photograph her right now and she was the perfect X-rated centerfold. Chris tried to lock the hot memory of how she looked in his mind. Then he took his cock in hand, positioned it at her opening, and plunged inside her.

Chapter Ten

She cried out, but just like last night on the balcony, she took him in one thrust, all the way in. “Fuck,” he breathed, leaning his head back, relieved to be inside her.

She licked her lips, eyes half shut, and said, “Me.”

“What?”

A sexy grin fought through her passion. “Fuck me.”

In response, he pulled his cock halfway out, then rammed it deep in her warm, wet cunt. “Tell me again. Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

God, he loved hearing her say it, demand it. He loved how well her pussy swallowed his shaft now, so thoroughly that she begged for more. Bracing his hands on her hips under her hiked-up skirt, he slammed into her with deep, rough strokes. She cried out at each one, her eyes gone wild and animal-like, her expression fierce and insistent as she gazed up at him.

“Look down,” he said through clenched teeth. “Watch me fuck you. Watch my big cock ream your tight little pussy.”

They both peered at where he entered her, the sight of his wide column invading her tiny hole both amazing and erotic. He fucked her as hard as he could, each brutal stroke taking him closer and closer to an ecstasy he didn’t know if he could delay after the arousal he’d suffered. But he wanted her to come, too, wanted her to explode with him, so he issued a command he didn’t know if she would follow.

“Rub your clit.”

“Huh?” The sound came high-pitched and confused.

“Rub your hot little clit. Get yourself off with me. I want you to do it.”

“But I—”

“You’re up for anything tonight, remember? Anything.”

He realized they were both panting as they spoke.

He commanded it of her one more time, teeth clenched again, wanting so badly for her overcome this last little hurdle of total sexual comfort, total sensual freedom, that he could almost taste it. “Rub that fucking clit.”

She let out a heated moan at his harsh command and he knew that little taste of domination had pushed her to the point of surrender even before she lowered her fingertips to the inflamed nub poking firmly from the top of her slit. She moved them quickly over her pink clit, her teeth gritting in passion now, too. He watched her rub it, faster, faster, as he plunged his cock warm and tight into her welcoming cunt.

“Tell me when, baby,” he said. “Tell me when you start to go off.”

She kept crying out at each hard stroke, working her clit, gazing up at him with glazed eyes that looked overwhelmed with lust.

Soon, baby, soon, he pleaded silently as his cock and balls got tighter, tighter, ready to blow.

“Oh God, now,” she whimpered, and he heard himself release a ferocious groan as he let himself go, too, spurting his seed inside her warm, perfect pussy, the waves of sensation that buffeted his body made more extreme by the pleasure of listening to her orgasm, watching the intense ecstasy etch itself across her face.

Behind him, people offered light applause and a whistle. He glanced over his shoulder to see a small crowd—two