Three Christmas Wishes - Krista Wolf Page 0,53

inadvertently sabotaged myself.

Again I felt the agony of being empty for a few seconds, as Valerio withdrew. Again I felt the excitement of a new set of hands on me, as Brock took his place. My G-string kept creeping back, and the guys kept stretching it to one side or the other. Brock finally grabbed hold of it and pulled it tight.

“Does this thing come off without removing that garter belt?”

Breathlessly I shook my head. “Unfortunately, no.”

No sooner had the words left my lips than I felt the sharp sting of the fabric going abruptly tight on my hips. It bit into my tender flesh, but only for a second.

SNAP!

Brock let out a satisfied grunt, then started laying into me with renewed vigor. Somewhere off in the background, I heard Valerio groan.

“Hey, I bought that for her!”

“Then buy her a new one,” Brock laughed evilly. “And get a crotchless one next time.”

He rolled his hips, punctuating the statement with a series of deep, merciless thrusts. The angle of penetration was amazing. I could feel an orgasm rushing up, and I tossed my head back to welcome it.

“These are fun though,” he added, snapping my garters against my thighs. The sting of pain only added to my pleasure. I was losing control fast, and I’d never been more eager to let it go.

“Here.”

Something gentle touched my face. I turned my head, and suddenly I was kissing Valerio. His tongue swirled through my mouth, taking my breath away.

“You said we had three minute turns inside you,” Kade whispered, feeling my body up from the other side. “You never said anything about the rest of you though.”

They were on my breasts, my thighs, my face and lips. Kissing, teasing, touching. I welcomed it all, focusing on the pure pleasure of the savage fucking Brock was giving me. I forgot the clock. I forgot everything.

“NNNNGHHH!”

My pussy spasmed euphorically, milking itself around Brock’s thrusting, churning cock. I screamed out loud; shamelessly and without reservation. I didn’t even realize how much noise I’d made, until Valerio’s hand clamped itself over my panting mouth.

“Easy,” he chuckled merrily into my ear. “You’re gonna get us thrown out of here.”

Somewhere behind me the timer went off again, but this time no one moved to stop it. Brock was still thrusting away, enjoying my body squeezing and contorting itself around him. Kade and Valerio were passing my mouth back and forth, kissing me in ways that made me practically gush around their friend.

Eventually I was left empty, woozy, standing on two shaky legs. My hands were no longer on the glass. Someone was leading me backwards, to the soft fuzzy mess of pillows and blankets we’d slept in.

“Bring her down here, so we can spread her out,” I heard Brock say. “Take her from all sides, the way she’s meant to be taken.”

I was pulled downward, into a delicious mess of warm flesh and hard muscle. Someone pinned me to the floor, my hands clamped high overhead. Someone else nudged my thighs apart…

“This one-on-one stuff is fun, don’t get me wrong,” said Valerio. He shifted forward, plunging into me, forcing my starstruck eyes to flutter open. In a state of absolute arousal, they stared deeply into his.

“But baby, you were built to be taken three at a time…”

Forty

BROCK

We made love to her slowly, taking our time. Switching off before any of us got close, or when the intensity of being between her beautiful legs became too much to continue.

It was a far cry from fucking her, as we had already. A much slower and more intimate affair, filled with lots of amazing kissing and touching. We spent the better part of the next hour nuzzling and even devouring her, dropping our heads between those warm, delectable thighs to bring her off in our eager mouths. Only when she was a shuddering, trembling wreck did we give her a bit of a break, and even then we were kneeling beside her head, feeding ourselves to her one by one by one.

She’s a thousand fucking percent perfect.

We took turns coming inside her, filling her to overflowing again and again. Screwing her until she was a moaning, whimpering mess huddled in the softness of the blankets, leaking with our seed. It was obscene, the things we whispered in her ear. The things she whispered back. Because no matter how good we gave it to her… she always gave it back.

If I’d thought about what I’d be doing this Christmas break a month ago,