Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Her pussy was so damn tight. Too tight for someone as promiscuous as her reputation claimed.
As a practice, I usually stayed far away from virgins. They were not ready for my particular tastes in the bedroom. Even so, it was hard not to imagine I felt the slight resistance of her maidenhead against the very tip of my finger.
Perhaps it was just wishful thinking.
It had to be.
I thrust the thought aside as I ruthlessly recalled her suggesting an anal threesome just moments earlier. She probably did some kind of Kegel yoga shit to keep her pussy tight.
The tip of my tongue teased the spot just behind her ear and lingered, savoring the salty taste of her skin.
I swirled my finger inside of her until the tight inner ring just inside her entrance opened and I was able to push a second finger in. I then thrust them both in and out, using the heel of my palm to apply pressure just above her clit.
Once again, I was treated to a low, throaty moan.
“You like that?”
She gasped when I again pressed my palm into her sensitive flesh, taunting her with the nearness of my fingers to her sensitive nub.
“Beg me to touch your clit.”
Her spine stiffened, then she twisted her shoulders in a feeble attempt to break my grip. “No! I hate this.”
I placed my arm across her chest, just under her collarbone. “Liar.”
We were so close to the flames, the heat from the fire breathed against our skin. A devil’s kiss.
Using my index finger and thumb, I pinched her nub.
She rose on her toes. “Ow! Ow!”
Keeping the painful pressure on her clit, I rasped, “Want me to stop?”
Her hand wrapped around my wrist as she tried to dislodge mine. “Yes! It hurts.”
“Then be a good girl and beg me.”
She breathed heavily, clawing at my wrist with both hands. “I don’t know how. Please, you have to stop.”
My arm tightened over her shoulders to stop her from squirming. “Open those pretty lips and tell me what a dirty girl you are, then beg me to make you come.”
Her cheeks flushed so furiously I could feel the heat radiating from her skin against my jaw.
Blushing on cue.
I had to admit I was impressed.
I was sure she found it a useful skill.
Her fingernails dug into my skin, causing a pleasurable sting of pain. “Here? I can’t come with all these people staring at me. Please, let go.”
“I’ll prove you wrong.” With that I gave her pinched clit just the tiniest twist to bring a fresh wave of stimulating pain to between her thighs.
“Sciatiri e matri!” she cried out. “Please!”
Close enough.
As I moved my hand up to once more clasp her throat, I thrust my fingers into her tight cunt, increasing the rhythm.
In front of the bonfire, only a few paces from us, a woman stood wedged between two men in white bauta masks, black silk cloaks, and tricorn hats, appearing as a silhouette.
The man at her front tore her blouse open as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Her body rose so she could press her bare breast into his mouth before her head fell back and she slowly sank down onto his exposed cock.
Keeping up the pace with my fingers, I bit her earlobe. “Does watching them turn you on, colomba mia?”
Her breathing shallowed as I rubbed my cock against her lower back in an attempt to ease the growing pressure.
A small crowd began to form around the threesome in front of us as the bauta behind the woman lifted her short skirt, exposing her ass. He then lowered his zipper and pulled out his cock. Fisting the woman’s hair, he positioned himself behind her.
The woman in my own arms stilled and held her breath as we both watched the man bend his knees and rub the head of his cock between the woman's ass cheeks.
I shifted my free hand to her waist. “We both know what is about to happen next, don’t we?”
Still pistoning my fingers in and out of her body, I clasped her ass with my other hand. “He’s going to thrust his cock … deep … inside her ass.”
A low keening moan rattled from the back of her throat as her head fell back onto my shoulder.
I continued to whisper darkly in her ear. “See how her back stiffens from the feel of the head pushed against her tight hole?”
In perfect synchronization, the silhouetted threesome's movements seemed like a choreographed dance. The man in front arched his back as his hands held the writhing woman under her thighs, forcing her ass up higher. The man behind took advantage, thrusting deeper.
The woman screamed.
My bride gasped. I was fascinated and intrigued by her reaction to the spectacle.
After crassly suggesting we partake in just such a threesome earlier, she now watched this display with bated breath, as if she had never seen something so raw and erotic before.