Page 9 of Tangled Souls
We all move faster. Maxim starts to power upward, fucking her harder. Baker’s knuckles turn white as his grip tightens on our woman. I know he’ll leave bruises behind, and I can’t wait to see them.
I’ll kiss them later. Soothe them.
Soothe her.
Take care of her.
Our wife.
“That’s right,” Maxim coaxes, “I can feel how close you are. You’re going to coat my cock in your arousal and use your sweet cunt to squeeze my length, your body begging me for your cum.”
I pull out of her mouth and stroke my length. She opens her mouth, presenting her tongue to me like an offering. It’s too much.
“You want to swallow my cum, Sweet Girl?”
As she nods the plea in her eyes burns even brighter. Every time the guys slam into her, she lets out the sexiest fucking noises.
“Huck,” she lets out a gasping moan.
The first spirt of my cum lands on her tongue and I can’t help but slide just the crown past her lips. She sucks on me like my dick is a damn straw. It has me seeing stars.
She swallows every bit of my cum and I move back, giving her over to Maxim and Baker. They don’t miss a fucking beat as their hands grip and roam, stroke and savor. They move faster, filling her as one. They fuck her harder, giving her exactly what she needs.
Her head falls back onto her shoulders and it’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.
She’s stunning and I can’t tear my eyes away. I can feel the way her pleasure builds. With each breath. With each thrust. With each flex.
Oaklynn slams back, her thighs shaking and her lungs stalling. I watch her orgasm wash over her body. Freezing and freeing her at the same time. I can almost feel the way her body would be clenching me right now. A phantom. A memory. A promise.
Then the bubble pops. Baker growls as he plunges as deep as he can into our woman’s ass. Maxim roars, his hands shooting out and clamping down on her hips to hold her down and in place.
“Yes,” Baker hisses, “your ass getting even tighter makes me feel like I can’t fucking breathe, Little Bee.”
Our woman’s body goes boneless, and she collapses on Maxim’s chest. She doesn’t flinch when Baker pulls out of her slowly, his chest heaving as he tries to calm down. His large hands run up and down our woman’s back.
I can’t help myself and reach over, pushing her hair out of her face, hoping to soothe her with my touch. The contented smile on her face, like she’s been given the keys to a chocolate factory, graces her face and has me want to take her again already.
But it’s not our time now.
As Baker slides off the bed, his hands lingering a moment longer than necessary, Kirill steps closer. He kneels with his dark eyes locked on our woman as I shift to give him some room.
“Oh, my sexySolnishko,” his voice is husky. “We’re not nearly done with you.”
Oaklynn’s eyes pop open. The smile she shoots at Kirill is tired.
He reaches over and picks her up and off Maxim who lets out a grunt as his cock slides out of our woman. Kirill uses his grip on her to maneuver her right where he wants her—on her hands and knees in front of him.
Her shoulders hit the mattress, her arms stretching out in front of her and her fingers flexing against the plush bedding. I slip from the bed and move around to the other side so I can see her face to watch her expressions as she’s experiencing the kind of bliss I know Kirill is about to give her.
She’ll only have to hold on and listen to her body. Kirill will take care of the rest.
Kirill leans over her body, covering her frame with his, enveloping her, caging her. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, Oaklynn,” he growls against the shell of her ear. “I’ll worship you later.”
“Please,” the word is broken on her lips and wrapped with need.
Movement out of the corner of my eye has me looking toward Baker who is dropping a towel on the floor and then kneeling on the bed in front of our woman, getting the front row seat I’m desperate for. I move next to him, Maxim mirroring our movements.
Oaklynn tilts her head back and looks between us, something sinful crossing her features before her mouth drops open and she screams out when Kirill lines up and slams inside of herpussy in one, hard thrust. As if her pussy hasn’t already been pounded.
