Matt stroked her cheek as Peter came
violently with grunts and shouts.
“Damn, you’ve got a sweet pussy.”
Peter pulled out and patted her mound before strolling to the bathroom, whistling
on his way.
Annie giggled, wrapping her arms
around Matt’s neck. He scooped his arm under her legs and pulled her into his
lap, pressing his forehead against hers. “You okay, Annie?”
“Mmm. Like I’ve been riding a
jackhammer.”
Shit. “I’m sorry. Peter’s
not exactly gentle. He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Matt tucked her hair behind
her ears.
“He didn’t hurt me.” She smiled
lazily. “I liked it. Obviously.”
Matt grinned back. “You’re so hot
when you come.” He took her at her word, happy that Annie was enjoying their
ménage. Peter’s aggressive approach to sex didn’t jibe with his own. Matt
wasn’t averse to a little rough sex on occasion, but it wasn’t his preference.
For some reason, Matt was more
bothered by Peter’s fervor today. Huh. He and Annie were friends first,
and now he knew they could burn up the sheets together. It was the perfect
package.
“What are you thinking?” Annie’s
voice was soft.
“Are you kidding me? I’m incapable
of thought right now.” He kissed her gently, licking her lips, delighted when
she eagerly kissed him back. He wanted to stay like this forever, holding her,
tasting her, fucking her. His cock was rock hard and he was desperate to have
her again.
“Water?” Peter stood over them with
two bottles of water.
“Thanks.” Matt took one and guzzled
down half before handing it to Annie. He was unable to take his eyes off her,
even as she did something as simple as drinking water. She pushed up to sit and
Matt said, “Easy.” He protected his cock and balls from her pointy elbows and
heels.
Watching them, Peter stroked his
cock. “Sweet. Looks like Mattie’s ready for round two. I’d better catch up.”
“Oh Lord.” Annie eyed them both
with trepidation. “I’m not sure I can take any more.”
“Sure you can.” Peter waggled his
brows at her, jacking off all the while.
“It’s okay, Annie,” Matt said. “You
don’t have to if you don’t—”
“No, it’s fine,” she said. “I mean,
I’m sure I’ll be all right.”
Matt exchanged a look with Peter
and they both burst out laughing. He looked at Annie. “We want you more than
all right, baby.”
Exasperated, Annie glanced back and
forth between them. “I didn’t mean…I mean…” Smiling, she stood and reached over
her head to stretch, arching her back.
His dick growing impossibly harder,
Matt groaned at the beautiful sight of the long-limbed redhead in all her naked
glory on display just for him. Well, them.
At last she held out her hands to
both men in invitation. “Why don’t we go get more comfortable?” She pivoted on
the ball of her foot and slowly walked down the hall to Matt’s bedroom.
Matt ogled her sweet round ass as
she walked away. She was ready for more? Okay. He was up for it.
Literally. Apparently, so was Peter. Damn.
For the first time since the two
men had started sharing women Matt was thinking that maybe he wanted her only
for himself.
Annie was positively buzzing, every
nerve ending firing. She felt as if she were a queen being serviced by two of
her particularly sexy royal subjects. Now that this was really happening she
was aching for more. Whereas Matt had been sweet and caring, Peter was a
bulldozer—an unaffected fucking machine. So different, they both thrilled her,
made her come.
But it was Matt she yearned for.
He’d seemed concerned about her, worried that Peter had hurt her. When she’d
come while Peter was fucking her it had just as much to do with Matt if not
more. He’d held her tenderly, kissed her. She’d barely even looked at Peter all
the time his cock was inside her.
Oh well. If this was what
Matt wanted she’d go along. Anything to be with him again.
She was sitting on the end of the
bed when the men joined
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