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her lips with the anticipation of having him in her mouth? She flicked her eyes open but it wasn’t the Cheshire grin on his face like she expected. No, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were hooded. His face was still wet from her pussy and somehow she knew that he would not let her walk away until he was ready for her to. And that terrified her more than anything else in the world.
    He walked slowly up to the foot of the bed where her head was and stopped far enough away that she could only look at him but not touch him yet. She licked her lips again and his eyes darkened from the sky blue to a deeper darker midnight shade. She heard the rip of a package and broke away from Alex’s gaze to watch Patrick sheath his cock and move onto the bed between her legs. He lifted them high so that they were over his shoulders and bent over her, lining his cock up with her pussy. He ran the length up and down her labia coating his condom covered cock in her juices before tucking the head into her pussy and starting a slow in and out friction that had him sinking a little deeper inside her with every stroke. She closed her eyes and arched up further, wanting all of him buried in her now. She wanted him to fuck her to the point that she forgot about the other man in the room. But as if he read her mind, Alex’s dark chuckle filled the room and she felt the liquid tip of his cock rubbing over her cheek. She kept still, kept her eyes squeezed shut and tried like mad to focus all her attention to what was happening between her thighs were Patrick was finally buried to the balls. Her sheath flexed around him trying to adjust to his width and his groan told her exactly how much he was enjoying that.
    “Tight,” Patrick rasped as he began a slow rhythm his hands planted firmly on the bed beside her hips. This was nothing like Alex’s fast animalistic pace and damn it, where had that thought come from? “You’re perfection Maggie. Sheer perfection. I could fuck you forever.”
    “Hmmmm…” Alex spoke, his husky accent sending shivers over her and her eyes sprang open and locked with his. “Yes, she is sheer perfection Patrick. A woman made to be pleasured and to give pleasure.” He moved his cock along her cheek again and she couldn’t stop her face from turning toward him and letting him coat her lips with the fluid already slipping from the head. “Open up Maggie. Open up and let me feel that wicked tongue caress me. Let me feel the back of your throat as you swallow me.” He pushed gently against her lips and she knew that it was only a matter of seconds before she gave in, before she opened wide and took everything he had to give her. “Open up Maggie,” Alex’s eyes locked with hers and for a brief moment there was something there, some emotion that Maggie didn’t think that either of them were ready to deal with. How the hell did you fall for someone in one moment of madness? Then the eyes changed and the plea became a demand as if he were afraid of the feelings charging the air between them as well. “Open up Maggie and suck my dick.”
    That was what she needed to hear, that thick British accent demanding to be pleasured, not the husky plea of earlier. She needed it to be just about sex, just sex and mutual pleasure and nothing more. Never anything more. She opened wide and with one thrust he was filling her mouth and then some. Even when he hit the back of her throat there was still a bit of him that wouldn’t fit in her mouth and she reached up to use her hand on that last bit. But Alex stopped her grasping her hands and leaning over her to brace them above her head while he continued to stroke in and out of her mouth.
    “This is for my pleasure Maggie. I’m going to fuck these beautiful lips of yours and you’re going to let me. Aren’t you Maggie?”
    She nodded her head frantically afraid that he would take it away if she didn’t, afraid that he would make Patrick stop that slow torture between her