CHAPTERNINETEEN
Treto
Kurving minx!
She slides her palms up my chest, palms that should still be wrapped around my cocks, and I lean back, taking hold of her delicate wrists. Bela thinks she has me by the balls? Well, she does, but I’m not about to let her know that.
“Is that so,Sorsa?” My voice is rough, like I’ve been gargling gravel and glass shards. Her eyes are locked with mine, wide and bottomless. When I cross her wrists, shackling them in my much larger hand, her round pupils flare, eating up her amber-flecked iris until just a thin band remains.
“Lucky for you,” I pull her arms over her head and pin them to the bed so she’s at my complete mercy, “I have no intention of coming until I’m buried so deep between your sweet thighs that neither of us will know where I end and you begin.”
Her breath hitches when I rock my hips, spreading her wider, working my cocks against her slick cleft. She’s incredibly soft there, and I watch as her plump lips part around one of my shafts, coating it with her desire.
Gripping the base of my bottom cock, I line it up with her center and stroke the flared head against her heated flesh. At the feel of me, Bela’s head kicks back, and her hips arch, meeting my hips as they drive forward and I slide inside of her.
Oh, blessed Fates…
The way her hot cunt grips my cock has my balls drawing up tight, and for a moment I think I might spill then and there.
My hips pull back, and when I thrust into her again, my top cock slides over her lips to tease the tight little bundle of nerves Bela told me gives her the most intense pleasure.
“Treto!” She arches up with a sharp gasp, and her body turns restless beneath mine. “Oh, god. Oh,fuck.”
With her arms pinned over her head and her cunt fluttering around my cock, I lose what little control I have and drive my hips against her. Sinking deep into her body, over and over, I set a punishing pace, taking her with hard, measured strokes while my second cock keeps steady friction against her pleasure spot until she’s arching her hips and meeting me stroke for stroke.
“Do you like this,Sorsa?” I growl, my mouth hovering just over hers as we breathe each other’s air. She whimpers in reply, and I smile.
Her crossed hands are turning bloodless from my grip, but I don’t let her go. In fact, I hold her tighter as my other hand slides beneath her thigh, spreading her further. The new angle allows me to go even deeper.
“Oh,shit!” she gasps as a tremor starts deep inside her cunt, radiating through her core and into her extremities. “There.Right there.”
My hips are slapping against hers, and she’s bucking up against me. Fiery hot electricity begins to lick up the base of my spine as my orgasm rushes to match hers. But just before I hit the point of no return, I pull out and push myself away.
“Not yet,” I pant, rocking back on my heels. Sweat is beading across my shoulders and rolling over my chest and back.
“What? No!” Her body twitches from the sudden loss of her pleasure, and I can’t help the smirk that plays across my lips, until her freed hands go to the place between her legs. Her fingers slide through her tantalizing little slit. “Please, I’m so close.”
“Not. Yet,” I growl, pulling her hands away from her cunt.
Leaning over her, I kiss away her pretty pout before grabbing her waist and flipping her onto her stomach. Lightning fast, the palm of my hand snaps against her soft rump, eliciting a sharp squeak from her and making her flesh jiggle enticingly, leaving a pink print behind. “I’ve waited too long for this to be over in only a few minutes.”
Bela turns her head to the side, craning her neck so she can look back at me over her shoulder. The look she gives me is curious, perhaps even just a little bit nervous, and filled with heat.
“On your knees,Sorsa.”
The flesh along her back and shoulders pebbles, and she shivers before pushing herself up on her hands and knees, keeping her head turned and her eyes on mine. “Good girl.”
I slowly trace my fingers along the long column of her spine. My hands dip with her narrow waist before flaring out with the round globes of her bottom. Grabbing handfuls of her luscious ass, I pull her back against me, and grinding into her, I slide one hand up her back, wrapping my fingers around the back of her neck.
Her head drops forward, and, with a little pressure, the rest of her follows until her cheek is pressed into the mattress and her ass is held high in the air. Opening the pink petals of her sex. Exposing herself to me.
“Such a good girl,” I croon.
Bela moans, and her cunt clenches. For me.
A hum rumbles deep in my chest as I slide my hand down her back to grip her firm cheek just before giving it a sharp slap. I grunt in satisfaction that both cheeks now hold pink imprints.
“Treto,” Bela whimpers. Her eyes are closed, and her hips are circling. Seeking. Needing. “Please. I want you.”
