see it in her lovely eyes, hear it in her whimpers of pleasure. She needed a little something extra if she was going to come with Mace. Luckily, that’s where Drake could help.
He reached down and stroked his fingers through the sparse curls at the juncture of her thighs. Like most warriors, she trimmed herself there. How Drake would enjoy helping her the next time she felt the need to barber herself. But that thought was for another time. Right now he had to concentrate on ratcheting her arousal up another few notches, so she’d be ready to fly when Mace was. Judging by the look of the man, that would be any time now.
Drake withdrew his cock from the hot cavern of her mouth and got down on his stomach, partially over her as he kissed her sweet lips. Their tongues dueled as her body shivered with Mace’s pounding thrusts. Drake left her mouth, using his hands and lips to trace down her body, pausing for a delicious moment at her breasts.
He sucked her nipples into his mouth one by one, plumping and teasing her with nimble fingers. His teeth nibbled gently on her delicate skin as her breathing increased. One hand strayed downward to reclaim the womanly curls at her apex. Dipping lower, Drake ran one finger down into her folds as Mace hesitated only briefly before continuing his assault on her feminine core.
Drake turned his head to look up at the knight. Mace nodded shortly, his expression one of fierce concentration. They were of one mind in that moment. Mace didn’t want to come until Krysta had. And Drake was just the man to help them both.
Delving deeper, Drake found the hard nubbin of flesh that made Krysta squirm with excitement. Palpitating it with one long finger, he turned back to watch her eyes dilate and felt and increase in her slick fluids near his fingers. Mace groaned as Drake smiled.
“You like that, Krysta? You like my fingers on your pussy while Mace fucks you senseless?”
Her dazed eyes opened and stared up at him. It was a look he’d never forget. “Yes!”
“Would you like it more if I licked you while Mace fucked your pussy?” They both stiffened slightly. “I’m not sure how our friend Mace would like it, but I’d do anything for you, Krysta. Anything at all.”
He tugged on her clit then, using two fingers and coming close to touching Mace’s thick cock as he made short digs into her warm body. He rode the razor’s edge.
Drake tugged rhythmically on her clit and bent to whisper in her ear. “My tongue on your clit while Mace’s cock strokes in deep. What do you say, Krysta?”
“Yes!” She exploded then, writhing in his arms as Mace stiffened. Drake kept his hand on her clit, stroking her through the powerful climax while Mace drove home and stayed, his cock spurting within her hot depths in a series of pulses. Drake could feel it all through his fingers as they climaxed together.
When Krysta finally came down from the high plateau, Drake patted her pussy a few times in praise before withdrawing his hand. Mace caught his eye as he withdrew also and dropped down at Krysta’s side on the wide bed. Mace turned her away from Drake as Mace kissed her gently, his hands stroking down over her soft skin as if in thanks.
Drake could be patient while they cuddled, but only to a point. He was a man in need and he knew he could bring Krysta up to that peak of pleasure again. In fact, it was his new mission in life. He’d see to it she was stuffed with cock every moment of the nights they shared together, screaming their names as she creamed around them and came at least ten times a night. It was a goal to work toward, and one he’d spend his life enjoying.
When he could wait no more, he tugged her hips backward, breaking them apart just enough to place her on her knees, ass in the air. She had a lovely ass. Muscular and round, smooth and firm, she was perfectly formed for long riding and double penetration—a good thing in the wife of a set of knights.
But Drake wanted her pussy now. It was slick with Mace’s come and her own juices, an easy glide for his abused cock. He’d been hard for hours, it seemed, and he knew it wouldn’t take much for him to shoot his load,