Three Christmas Wishes - Krista Wolf Page 0,52
could do to hold onto my train of thought.
“Do me hard and fast but don’t come…” I continued, calling back to my lovers. “If you have to switch off, do it, but I want you to keep going, keep taking turns. I want you to keep fucking me until I can’t stand anymore,” I gasped, my own words further turning me on. “I want you to screw me until my legs give out.”
I saw one of them go for their phone — Valerio — and start punching buttons. Then I was facing forward again, as Kade’s chin pushed over my shoulder. His hot mouth brushed my ear, whispering to me as two calloused hands slid over my heaving breasts.
“You need this don’t you?” he breathed huskily.
“Yes,” I answered, bouncing back against him. “God yes.”
“You want us to tag team you until your legs give out?”
His thrusts were long and deep and wholly amazing. I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut as I screwed back against him.
“How many times do you think we’ll make you come?” Kade growled. The hands playing with my breasts were rubbing, kneading, fulfilling every crazy fantasy I’d ever had about getting fucked from behind. The glass was cool now, and not cold. Somehow I shuddered against his hot breath.
“Three?” Kade grunted. “Four?”
One of his hands slid down over my stomach, inching its way south as he kissed my ear. My body exploded in goosebumps. His fingertips kept crawling downward…
“Five?”
His voice was throaty and magnificent. But the way he pounded me! The way his hands and body controlled every aspect of mine, as he continued thrusting so commandingly in and out of me…
Fuck!
I threw my head back as his fingers reached my clit, sending electric shocks down both legs. Without stopping, his fingers began rubbing in slow circles. Pushing with an exquisitely firm but gentle pressure that I knew would make me come in a matter of seconds.
Even better, he knew it too.
“TIME!”
The ringtone of an electronic timer going off was dwarfed by Valerio’s exclamation. I felt Kade being pulled away from me. My body still yearning for him…
And then just as quickly, with all the practice of having taken me dozens of times before…
Valerio took hold of my hips and buried himself balls-deep inside me.
Thirty-Nine
SLOANE
Ooohhhh…
It was like living a dream. Fulfilling a dark, dirty fantasy, only without the guilt, without the conscience. Without all the morning-after regret and shame, because the only thing I regretted was not doing this sooner.
“Oh, baby…”
Valerio’s mouth had taken up residence in my opposite ear, whispering sweet, wonderful things. His incredibly long cock however, was occupying the same juicy space as his friend.
“You feel so fucking amazing.”
He pumped me hard, fast, deep — just as his friend had. Just as my sexy bit of instructions had let on, because as Kade already said I needed this.
“You’ve never felt this hot inside.”
He had one hand wrapped around my waist, controlling the speed and angle of his thrusts. The other arm he’d slid around my neck, flexing one giant bicep powerfully under my chin.
Oh GOD…
There was no pressure, no pain. Only a distinct sense of being owned. Of being dominated so thoroughly from behind, that I couldn’t do anything else but surrender to the rhythmic plundering of my hot, willing channel.
Three minutes.
The game had seemed like a fun one at the time. Right now though, I was counting down the seconds until he’d have to leave. Regretting the upcoming interruption that would surely follow, once Brock took over by pulling Valerio backwards and out of me.
Should’ve thought that one through, huh?
I should’ve. Maybe I could’ve made it five minutes, or seven. Long enough at least to get into the thick of it. To close my eyes and let my inevitable orgasm rise up and sweep over me, without the threat of it being interrupted by some shitty phone timer.
“F—Forget the timer,” I exhaled shakily. “I… I just want—”
“To hell with that,” Brock cut in sharply from the couch. “He’s got twenty-six seconds left, and I haven’t gone yet.”
In a way it was unimaginably hot, knowing they were taking turns on my body. In giving myself over to them three minutes at a time I’d placed myself in the position of being their willing toy. I’d done it so they couldn’t tease me, so I could be properly drilled and come quickly rather than let them prolong my agony. But right now, counting down the seconds again until the next interruption—
“SWITCH!”
I was pretty sure I’d