give it to you. Make my wife come first, before you make a mess of her. You hear me?”
James nodded, then licked Dave’s abs, the best he could do at communicating some kind of coherent response, before returning his attention to Kayla’s clit.
She sighed and her head thrashed against Devon’s thigh. She angled her face so she could rake her teeth over her friend’s skin, telling Devon as clearly as James just had, that she wanted Devon to do it—impale her husband on her tool, so they could watch him unravel as surely as Kayla herself was about to.
Comfort enveloped her. She wasn’t the only one about to lose her mind.
Kayla rocked in Neil’s hold as Dave picked up the pace and began to really fuck her. He shuttled in and out of her soaked pussy, letting her hold him completely before backing out again and again. Devon moaned as Neil ate her and made her jerk a bit. The forward motion of her hand inserted the lubed vibrator she held through James’s muscles and embedded it in his ass. But she didn’t stop there.
Devon pushed the toy deeper with a single slow and steady thrust that mimicked Dave’s plunge into Kayla. Except, when she had it fully lodged, and Kayla had a detailed view of the action, Devon turned it on with a flick of her thumb.
Kayla jumped when James jerked on top of her. His cock rode her breastbone like it was a greased slip and slide. Neil shuddered beneath her as if James’s pleasure was inextricably entwined with his even though they technically weren’t even touching. Kayla looked up at Devon, who was grinning down at them. She winked.
The woman was diabolical.
Kayla, and the guys, wholeheartedly approved. A chorus of moans, pants, and groans filled the bedroom. This was familiar and very pleasurable territory. She let her thoughts dissolve and concentrated on the places where her body met those of the people she loved so dearly.
They were okay. They were there with her. And they were making each other feel good.
She still had the most valuable things in her life.
Kayla soaked in ecstasy as if it were a rejuvenating bath, the feel of six male hands roaming over her skin nearly as intoxicating as the two cocks filling her and James working his magic. His mouth pulsed over her clit, sucking in time to the vibrations of the wand in his ass, which was set to his favorite program.
His thighs quivered on either side of her and she knew that he was holding on—holding out—because Dave had commanded him to wait for her. But she wasn’t ready to let go and end this cathartic soar through bliss and rapture. Good thing he liked to be tortured.
Neil bucked beneath her, his muscles rippling as he pumped up into her while eating his wife with fervent strokes, which generated the sloppy sounds that characterize all good sex. Devon wasn’t unaffected either. Her thigh tensed against Kayla’s cheek and her grip on James’s toy wavered. The guy wasn’t about to let go, though—he rocked back, dragging his tight balls over the pillow of Kayla’s chest.
Dave praised them all, encouraging them to keep it up even as he kept fucking, fucking, making Kayla lose track of time and anything except the endorphins flooding her veins. She closed her eyes and went inward, knowing it was selfish and sure that her lovers wouldn’t care if she used the sensations they generated to heal herself.
As they fucked, Dave and Neil synced. Before she knew it and definitely before she was ready, her pussy tightened. Her ass strangled Neil’s cock, making it harder for him to drill fully inside. And when Dave tapped those tensed muscles inside her, he felt too damn good to resist.
Kayla cried out, trying to warn them of her impending explosion, but James, Neil, Dave, and Devon didn’t need any explanation. They were right there, ready to fling themselves over the blazing edge of pleasure with her.
“It’s okay, Kayla.” Devon stroked her cheek with trembling fingers. “We’ve got you. We’re here with you and it’s going to be okay. I promise. Let go, we’ll be right by your side.”
Kayla’s eyes flew open and she saw that Devon was right. Dave was staring down at her with lust, sure, but also affection and a hint of concern that even desire couldn’t erase. Neil hugged her from below and James did the same from above.
Her back arched and she shuddered, clamping down