Page 179 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series
“Harder. Suck them harder.” Harper pumped Keith’s hand, driving him in and out of her cunt. “Harder. That’s it. That’s it.”
Hot blood surged into Keith’s cock. That she now controlled her pleasure made him giddy with lust. That she was taking charge of his and Marc’s possession of her body made him burn with need.
There was nothing shy or uncertain about Harper now. She was giving herself over to passion, to pleasure, and taking them with her.
Keith couldn’t imagine a more perfect sexual awakening.
“So good,” she rasped, arching into his plundering hand. Her grip on his wrist grew firmer. Her sex grew wetter, tighter. “So good. Keep sucking, Marc. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t…”
Her orgasm rocked through her, wild pulses that squeezed Keith’s finger. Her cream flowed, coating his knuckles. She jerked in his arms, her shoulders rammed to his chest, her hips bucking.
“Oh God, oh…oh…yes…that’s…yes…”
Marc stood and sheathed himself. “Get your hand out of the way, Blue,” he ordered, lifting Harper’s right leg to hook it over his elbow.
Keith did just that and when Harper threw back her head, when her nails drove into his wrist, when her cry filled the air, he planted his feet firm and leaned into her back, supporting her as his best friend buried his cock deep within her sex.
Harper’s second climax was already set to detonate in her core. Marc’s girth spread her pussy wide. A searing heat filled the folds of her sex, exquisite in its pain. She cried out, the hard wall of Keith’s chest keeping her stable.
“So fucking tight,” Marc panted, his forehead pressed to her shoulder, his arm holding her leg off the floor. His cock throbbed inside her, stretching her wider with each penetration. She clung to him, taking him as deep as she could, leaning against Keith as she did so.
“So fucking beautiful,” Keith breathed, his lips on her ear. His hands cupped her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipple in harmony with Marc’s thrusts.
She whimpered, the sheer pleasure consuming her, stealing any other response.
Oh God, this was amazing. Insane. Debauched.
Perfect.
So perfect.
“I’m going to fucking come soon, love.” Marc lifted her knee higher. “I can’t hold on. But I want you to come again. I want you to come with me and I want Blue to come with us.”
Behind her, Keith let out a low growl. His hands squeezed her breasts. His dick nudged her ass. “Jesus, mate. You think I’m letting Harper go so I can strip?”
Harper’s heart quickened. “You don’t need to strip,” she said, her voice a raspy breath. She squeezed her pussy around Marc’s cock then wriggled her fingers between her body and Keith’s, reaching for his erection.
“Fuck me, darl’,” the words were strained, “you touch my dick and I’ll come on your back.”
“I don’t care,” she answered, pumping her hand up and down its turgid length.
“She got you, Blue?” Marc’s question was a ragged moan, his thrusts quickening.
“Fuck yes,” Keith ground out. His cock pulsed in her grip.
Marc’s breath fanned her shoulder. His thrusts increased in speed, stretching her wide with each stroke. “Does it feel good?”
Oh yeah…
“Oh yeah.” Keith echoed her feverish thought. His cock throbbed, a testament to the words.
“Good.” Marc lifted his head and gazed into her eyes. “Then let’s fucking explode, ’eh? Ready, love?”
He slammed into her, hard, fast, his biceps a perfect curve of muscle against her knee, holding her leg high, his cock sinking deeper into her with wild rhythm.
She cried out, mimicking his strokes with her fist on Keith’s erection. How could this be happening? How could she feel so…so…consumed?
“Close, mate?” Marc asked.
