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

He slapped her ass harder, and Carrie almost felt it echo through her own body.

“More,” Amy insisted. “Spank me more!”

As Cole complied, delivering blow after passionate blow, the collective temperature on the boat seemed to rise and the hot sun had nothing to do with it. Amy yelled out at each smack of his hand until Carrie saw her ass turning red.

While spanking her, Cole brought his other hand up to her ass, as well, his fingers sinking into the crack where Carrie couldn’t quite see. Within a second, Amy’s cries turned whimpery and erratic and Carrie knew he must be rubbing her asshole, even as he continued spanking her.

Carrie watched his hand as more of it disappeared from sight and she knew he was pushing his fingers into the tight little fissure. The sight reminded her she’d seen Amy take a full dildo in that same hole. Amy’s breath was wild and ragged, her body writhing with uncontrolled motions as she sobbed with what appeared to be staggering pleasure. As Cole spanked her now, he clearly slid two fingers in and out of her ass, and Carrie could almost feel the insane joy of it herself, knowing how utterly arousing that could be.

When she glanced up, Chris looked equally as riveted by what he saw, and Shay’s hand now sank down into her bottoms, her eyes glazed as she watched.

“Fuck me,” Amy began to beg, breathless. “Please fuck me.”

“Not yet.” Cole’s voice sounded firm and commanding—only his eyes gave away the intensity of his excitement. “Stand up,” he demanded, withdrawing his fingers from her ass as he ceased the spanking. “On the bench,” he added. “Straddle my face so I can lick your hot pussy.”

Amy didn’t hesitate, hurrying to follow his instructions. Parting her legs across him, she gripped tight to the railing at her waist and bent her knees until her cunt pressed over his mouth.

Both of them let out moans at the first impact and without even considering it, Carrie slid her hand up Chris’s thigh, onto his erection, huge and hard beneath her palm.

She saw the heated reaction reshape his face into something feral.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” she whispered.

Drawing her into a kiss, his touch inched down her inner thigh, making her pussy crazy with want.

Across the boat, Amy fucked Cole’s face, rolling her hips so that her cunt met his mouth in a warm, sexy rhythm. She moaned with each impact, and as Carrie watched her ass undulate, she only wished she could see the scene from the other side.

She drew Chris into a hard, passionate kiss, firmly massaging his cock in time with Amy’s cries. He felt so incredibly big beneath her hand that she had to have more, so as they kissed, she tugged on his trunks, urging him to lift until, together, they pulled the shorts down, freeing his massive shaft. Carrie pulled in a deep breath when she saw it. It was so big that each time she got reacquainted with it felt almost new. She closed her fist around it, anxious to feel its width, its inherent power.

Only when Amy let out a sob did they look back up to see that Cole had just reinserted two fingers into her asshole again. Carrie went wet at the ultra-erotic sight of his big fingers moving in and out of the puckered fissure. Now Amy’s cries were back to being uncontrolled and wild, and Carrie watched intently, thinking how exciting it was to see Amy be pleasured so intensely that she’d become the most animalistic form of herself, clearly lost in the sensations and unable to reclaim any control so long as her clit and ass were being worked simultaneously. As she got more and more caught up in the action, Carrie ran her hand up and down Chris’s length, wanting desperately to suck him, to fuck him, but she couldn’t tear her eyes from the other couple.

“Oh God!” Amy yelled. “Now! Now! Now!”

Carrie watched as Amy crashed her pussy into her husband’s face, yelling out with each stroke, and her own cunt pulsed as if it were she fucking Cole’s mouth. She held onto Chris’s cock tighter, feeling so hungry for him that she finally pulled her gaze away from Amy to sink her lips over the pink head of Chris’s shaft. The taste and moisture of his pre-come met her tongue, filling her with even more desire.

“Ah, angel baby,” she heard him moan above. “So good.”

Having Chris fill her mouth with that beautiful cock nearly made her forget Cole and Amy even existed. All she knew was the powerful fullness between her lips, pushing back toward her throat as she moved her mouth along his length. One of Chris’s hands tightened in her curls as the other began to warmly caress her ass through her swimsuit. Kneeling next to him, she wiggled her butt to let him know she liked the attention she was getting there.

“So fucking good, baby,” he breathed. “Mmm, suck me.”

She found herself wondering if Amy and Cole were watching and she hoped they were, suddenly all too aware of the forbidden heat of wanting an audience of her own. She wanted them to see her mouth sliding up and down, wanted them to see how skilled she was, how much she enjoyed taking him between her stretched lips.

“Is this a private party?”

Without releasing the cock from her mouth, she glanced up to find Shay, totally naked now, kneeling on the other side of Chris’s legs.

Yes, she wanted to say. He’s all mine.

No. That answer was somehow just as appealing. Because she wanted no limits—wanted to keep proving to herself and Chris that her sexuality had no bounds now.

She slowly rose up, freeing him from her lips. She held it out to Shay, like an offering. “Suck him. I want to watch you suck him.”

It was true. She again wanted to give him what was surely a man’s ultimate pleasure—two women at once.

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