All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,295

the length of the tub and around them. I sit forward, grab the soap and lather my hands before I hand the bar to Theo. I glide slippery fingers and palms over Karina’s soft, freckled skin—her shoulders, her breasts, her nipples, which pucker under my touch. She moans and drops her head back onto Theo’s shoulder. His hands join mine as we cover every inch of her body with attention.

The cool air touches the head of my dick, which is throbbing again.

“Wash his cock, my pet.”

Karina lathers her hands with soap, a devious glint in her smile.

I lean back against the slope of the tub and raise my hips, my cock and balls thrusting out of the water. Her delicate hands skillfully caress my shaft and slide over my sac, massaging and stroking. I grunt, and her eyes widen with hunger.

“I love your cock, Alex.” She glances over her shoulder. “And, of course, yours, Sir.”

He chuckles. “You don’t have to reassure me of anything, pet. Your pussy and your mouth tell me how much you love my cock.”

His deep, seductive tones coax pre-cum from my slit, and I pant.

Karina bites her plump bottom lip, swollen from our kisses and sucking my dick.

I drop my head back, pumping my hips as Karina continues to stroke me. “You’re both going to make me come again.”

“Keep still, Alex. You’re splashing water onto the floor.”

I nod and pant. “Yes, Sir.” But holding my hips steady is torture, and I tremble under the strain. I want to fuck her hands so badly.

Theo purrs. “Faster, pet.”

Fuck, yes.

I squeeze my eyes shut, reveling in the tight bands of her fingers around my shaft. Her thumb brushes the sensitive spot at the base of my head with each stroke of her hand up and down, a tender caress that teases and promises, but doesn’t deliver.

“Sir?” I’m hedging toward the edge, the pressure building.

“Not yet, Alex.”

Her sweet, breathy moans are like a feather against my heart.

I groan, pant, clench my fists. My hips jerk.

“Alex.” The reprimand is harsh.

“Yes, Sir.” I fight the desire to thrust into her hands.

“Harder, Karina.”

Shit! He knows exactly the friction I need, and guides her like the master he is. My balls hitch. “Sir?”

“Go ahead, Alex. Come for us.”

“God, yes!” I shudder, my legs trembling as Theo grips my thighs. And there’s no way I can stop my hips from bucking now, fucking Karina’s hands as Theo tries to hold me steady. A long, tortured growl pours out of me and my cock spurts hot cum through her fingers.

Karina moans. Theo purrs with approval. And I collapse into the water, satiated.

“So good.” I drop my head back against the edge of the tub. “So fucking good. Thank you, Sir. Thank you, cupcake.”

Karina sits forward and shifts to her knees, descending upon me and eating up every gasp and pant as her lips suckle and kiss, ravishing mine. She cries out, her eyes and mouth wide.

I peek over her shoulder and see Theo’s face is buried in her cunt, his hooded eyes boring into me over the mounds of her perfect ass.

“God, yes, Sir!” Her mouth fuses to mine, our tongues fighting, dancing a passionate tango and driving deep. We cannot get enough of each other. I fill my hands with her breasts, pinching her nipples.

In seconds, Theo’s masterful tongue drives her to a quivering climax and Karina grabs my dick, trying to milk it for more.

Water roars as Theo gets to his knees, shoving his dick inside her. I hold tightly to Karina, her face buried in my neck, her pulse throbbing just inches from my lips as she continues to stroke my shaft. My fangs extend and I turn my face away, looking to Theo for strength. He narrows his eyes as he pounds into her, gripping her ass, grinding and rolling his hips. I’m hypnotized as every sinewy muscle on his perfect body strains. Theo drops his head back, bucking, clenching his jaw.

“Sir, I’m coming!”

“Do it, pet! I want to hear you scream.”

And she does so beautifully! Singing her climax against my throat, biting her blunt mortal teeth into the muscle of my shoulder, grunting and panting against my flesh. Her fist tightens around my dick, but she’s gripping instead of stroking, unable to continue tending to me while Theo renders her through a mindless orgasm.

Theo finally growls and grunts his apex, his head back, his sculpted body a chiseled work of art as he skillfully slides in and out of her, his