Throuple In Paradise - Faleena Hopkins Page 0,42

and not fear. Idiot. Now I’ve got split focus.

I know how to change that.

My knuckles caress the length of her spine, making Marion shiver and she sways back a bit to lean her weight onto me, her arm rising up to caress my hair, the three of us admiring an incomparable view together.

Troy breathes deeply in, closing his eyes before noticing my intention. “Smell that salty air, huh? What kind of boating activities do they…” He glances over and sees Mar melted into me as I stand behind her, tracing her nipples over her dress. They’re getting harder by the second, little peaks begging for my familiar touch.

Troy’s eyelids drop to half mast and he licks his lips, voice thicker. “Good. I was still pissed you guys didn’t want to join the mile high club.”

Marion arches her body, dress tightening across her breasts. “Three of us couldn’t fit into that bathroom.”

“Chicken,” he smirks.

“I’m hungry,” Marion murmurs, reminded of food.

“Soon love,” I rasp, running my calloused hands down her sides and kissing the smooth bend of her neck. “We’re going to eat you first.”

I feel my cock already taut against my zipper as I lift our ballerina up, holding my ground with her over my head in what could be a dance move that I’m pretty proud of, since I’m no fucking dancer. Her balance is perfect of course, by years of training. She makes this easy for me.

Troy catches her legs, wrapping them around his ears as he sifts through fabric for something a little more wet and a lot more aching. His eyes darken. He’s got sight of her pussy.

She’s got the prettiest pussy, lightly groomed with the dark hair trimmed short and groomed on the sides. Troy is impartial — shaved or full bush is fine by him — but for me her hair is mandatory.

He steps closer, adjusting his hold, making Marion moan with anticipation.

I tell him, “Lick her slow,” and her body straightens more, tensed, excited. “Our girl writhes when licked.”

“Oh I know,” he says, and dives in.

“I’ve got you, Marion. Between us both, you’re going to float up here on your back until you cum for us.”

She gives a breathy, feminine moan that makes my cock angry it has to wait.

Troy slowly laps at her hot little cunt, teasing her, wrapping his lips around her clit, licking it in circles, kissing the soft skin on her inner thighs, then in again.

I’m so hard it stings.

“Make her challenge our strength. Make her cum until we can hardly hold her up!”

A primitive groan of agreement later and he gets in a rhythm that drives her nuts.

Mar whimpers, “You bastards! Don’t torture me!”

He growls, “You love it,” from inside her depths.

I want to fuck her so badly I’m panting. Feel her from the inside. Enjoy breaking her free again and again.

Troy’s fingers are white from holding her, face flushed from wanting her. And I know his cock is as hard as mine. Locking eyes with me, he flicks her clit a few times, eyelashes closing again as he buries his face and moans into her slick folds.

With the sun shining on us, shimmering water as far as the eye can see, I smirk to myself because this is quite the tableau. Makes me wish I were a painter; I’d recreate this so I could enjoy it again when I’m an old man.

It’s the memories of fucking that I’ll treasure most, I’m sure of it. Not the business deals. Not the damn food. Just the lustful freedom.

The connection.

That high.

She moans, “Yes yes yes!” and trembles.

I pull her into my arms, robbing them both of the chance to finish her like that. “Not so fast.” Standing the beauty against an alabaster archway, turquoise Aegean Sea her complementing backdrop, I hike up her black dress and unfasten my belt, my zipper, rock hard cock raging for a taste. Mar pushes her ass in the air like a cat’s on Friday night after too much catnip, and purrs like one, too.

I slide my cock in, groaning as my fingers drag down her back, resting around her hips to grab on.

Troy walks up, gently pulls her head back by her hair and kisses her as I slide into her tight cave that’s so close to cumming. She’s wet and whimpering with need. Absolute perfection.

My eyes shut and I give myself over. I hear them kissing as I start to move, Marion’s legs crossing to make her pussy even tighter for me. “Oh fuck