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

next to him, they both watched as Shay flashed a hot smile before lowering her mouth greedily over Chris’s giant cock. When he pulled in his breath, Carrie’s pussy spasmed with pleasure. His pleasure.

Across from them, Amy and Cole sat watching as they fondled one another, and Carrie’s cunt engorged even more, feeling certain now that they’d seen her sucking Chris. She returned her gaze to Shay’s hungry oral display—Chris’s dick disappearing into her mouth with each vigorous, sucking stroke. Carrie couldn’t help reaching down, wrapping her hand around his base, holding him up for Shay’s ministrations.

Then she pulled Chris into a kiss wet with tongues and fevered passion. He moaned into her mouth as Shay continued working him over, and when the kiss ended, he reached for one of her breasts, lifting it toward his lips. She rose to accommodate him, nearly melting with pleasure as he sucked her taut nipple firm and deep. He closed one hand around the breast he licked and suckled, pressing the thin chains of her bralette sensuously into her soft flesh; the other curled around her ass to stroke the back of her pussy through her bathing suit. When she felt stimulation on her clit, she knew before glancing down that it was Shay. Still vigorously working the cock in her mouth, she’d reached one hand out to stroke Carrie through her bottoms.

Part of her wanted to be appalled that she kept letting Shay get so intimate with her when all she really wanted was Chris, but she also couldn’t deny that pleasure was pleasure, and it was currently assaulting her from all directions. She moved her pussy against the touches, consumed by them, meeting Shay’s lithe fingers in front and Chris’s bigger, harder ones in back. Above, his tongue raked—at once rough and tender—across her swollen nipple to send frissons of electricity sparkling through her. She found herself closing her eyes, sinking, sinking, into the deep, hot abyss of sensation as her own moans mingled with Chris’s.

“Let’s get these off,” he murmured against her breast as he tugged at her bottoms.

Her breath coming in heavy rasps, Carrie pushed her bottoms toward her knees with Shay’s help. As soon as they were gone, Shay’s fingertips were buried in her slit, making her cry out. Chris’s fingers impaled her from the back, pushing up into her passage.

“Mmm, God,” she heard herself moan as Shay’s middle finger moved back and forth over her clit while Chris finger-fucked her. “Mmm, yes.” She could come so easily now. And when Chris’s mouth closed back over her nipple, pulling hard, she toppled—that fast—gripping onto the bench behind her for support as the orgasmic waves washed through her, forcing her eyes shut as she thrust her pussy against the probing fingers, her breast against Chris’s hungry mouth. “Oh, yes! Yes! Unh…” She whimpered and moaned as she rode out the climax, lost to the sensations, lost to her body for what seemed an incredibly long time.

And when it finally began to wane, she started getting excited all over again—that fast. Because Chris and Shay never lessened their touches, working her pussy even as her spasms eased. Because she knew Amy and Cole were watching her—soaking up every nuance of her pleasure. When she glanced over at them, she found Amy next to Cole on the seat, legs spread wide as Cole rammed his fingers into her parted pink lips—but both of their gazes rested on her.

She couldn’t help dropping her gaze back to Amy’s cunt, so slick and open for them all. Like her, Amy appeared utterly aroused, despite a recent orgasm. As Cole’s fingers moved in and out of her, she reached down to delicately pet her clit. And as Carrie sank down into Chris’s sweet embrace, Amy’s attentions turned back to herself. “Fuck me now?” she asked her husband, sounding needy.

“I am fucking you.”

She glanced down at his fingers. “No, with your cock, baby. I need it.”

Carrie understood that need all too well, but now that she’d come, she was able to push her desires aside, at least for the moment, and get back to watching her friends. And as exhaustion from her orgasm set in, she let herself settle to the deck on her stomach, lying alongside Chris, one knee looped up over his. On the other side of Chris, Shay settled in a similar position, but turned to her side, propping her head in her hand, allowing her to watch either couple she chose. She bent one knee, causing her pussy to part, and as Chris reached out with one hand to gently stroke Shay’s pink folds, he used the other to perform the same soft, gentle touches on Carrie.

So sated now that not one thought of jealousy swam in her mind, she spread her legs farther to give him easier access, watching as Amy positioned herself on her hands and knees on the bench across from them. Her body made a lovely curving profile.

“Hurry, baby,” she said impatiently, and Carrie realized Cole was stooping to the deck, digging in the beach bag they’d brought on board.

Finally, he pulled out a purple cylinder that looked much like the smallest vibrator Chris had bought for her, and he returned to the bench, positioning himself behind her. “Which cock do you want?” he teased, sliding the smooth purple rod along the crack of her ass. “This one?” He replaced the vibrator with his enormous erection, rubbing against her. “Or this one?”

She wiggled against him, letting out a sound of frustration. “You, Cole. You know I want you.”

Casting a wicked smile of satisfaction, he wedged the toy between the bench cushions below them and used his hand to steady his cock at her entrance. He plunged into her with a thrust that made her cry out.

“You wanted it,” he reminded her in a near growl.

“I still want it,” she said, her teeth clenched now. “Give me more.”

“Are you sure your pussy can take it?” he said, and Carrie