Between the Sheets (9781476775807) (11 page)

I lick my lips, glancing up at Marcel as the two men's eyes lock, sizing the other up. “Then let's go get freaky,” I finally say, standing up with my sticky juices glazing the insides of my quivering thighs as I lead the way.

Marcel

Marika raises her voluptuous hips to my every thrust. Her eyes widen with heated pleasure as I pound into her pussy. Her slick walls tighten around me as I groan with each plunge, until I am balls deep, until I am hitting the core of everything she is.

My baby's pussy is so muthafuckin' deep.

And wet.

And muthafuckin' hot.

My tongue slides into her ear. My teeth nip at her lobe. My breath is hot on her neck. She whimpers as my thick dick slams into her wetness, relentlessly parting her swollen pussy lips with each stroke. I growl low in her ear. Tell her how much I love her. How much I need her. How much I appreciate her. How much she means to me. How good she feels. How good she makes me feel. Oh, how fucking good she is. How I live for the sight of her, the taste of her, the touch of her. Her smell. Her skin. Her lips.

I increase my pace. Pound in and out until I can hear the smack of flesh on flesh, mine against hers, our bodies becoming one.

“Mmm…fuuuck…oh, shit…”

Marika screams. Clasps her long legs around my muscular hips, her pussy slurping in my dick and capturing it deep inside her.

“Oh fuck…deep, wet pussy…mmm…I love being in this pussy, baby.”

“Marcel…” Her voice comes out muffled, sounding more like a cry than my name. “Ooh, yessss, baby…mmmm…fuck meee…” Her fingernails rake the muscles of my broad back and shoulders.

In response, I lower my head and cover her mouth with mine, biting into her plump bottom lip as I fuck harder, deeper, swirling my tongue around hers.

My baby's hot, wet pussy melts all over and around my dick as she slides her tongue into a sensual dance against mine, her parted thighs spreading wider, inviting me into her bottomless well, her juicy cunt clutching my dick.

“Ooh, Marcel…oooh…your dick…mmm…uhhh…is…mmm… oooh…so…good…”

I groan.

The deeper I stroke, the wetter Marika gets.

The hotter she gets, the harder my dick gets. Her pussy becomes a swell of tingles. Her walls are a silken wrap of tight heat and pleasure. I lose myself in her wet passion, growling.

“Fuck! Aah shit! Aah! Motherfuck…mmm…!”

I palm Marika's right tit, toying with her nipple, rolling it with my finger and thumb—a squeeze, a pinch, a tug, a gentle brush, I keep my fingers fastened on her swollen chocolate nub, causing her juices to splash out of her pussy.

“Yes! Fuck me, baby! Oooh, yes! Yes! Yessss…!”

She gasps as I lower my head and nip at her nipple. Take it into my mouth. Sweep it with my tongue, curling, laving, suckling, then switching over to her left tit.

“Oh, yes; oh, yes; oh, yes; oh, yesssss…”

Marika's eyes flare open. Her head snaps to the left, then the right. Her hot gaze filled with pleasure and lust and need. She arches her back, thrusts her pelvis up into me, fucks me back as she eyes the onlooker.

Yeah, we have company.

An invited guest.

Sitting naked.

Watching us.

Getting off on us.

His long, lean legs spread wide.

His hard, fat, hairy dick in his hand.

His smooth-shaven balls lightly bouncing as he slowly glides his hand up and down his shit.

Marika moans.

“Yeah, baby,” I whisper in her ear, stroking into her. “You want that dick in ya mouth? You wanna suck that muhfucka's cock?”

She moans again, taking in his body with hungry eyes.

“You want that muhfucka to stretch ya neck out…huh, baby? Tell daddy what you want…”

She whimpers low in her throat. I can tell she's nearly out of her mind with desire and need and greed as much as I am.

We both want him to join us.

We both want him to fuck his dick into her mouth.

We both want him to bury his face between her legs.

Then curl his tongue inside her gushy pussy, tasting her; tasting me.

Eating her pussy clean.

Then dropping down on his knees, sucking in my dick, licking it clean.

Marika moans.

I grin.

Our naked onlooker stands up. Dips his knees and fucks into his hand, the head of his dick popping in and out of the opening of his palm.

I grunt my approval, thrusting harder in Marika, rocking into her, lifting up on my arms and long stroking into her, tip to base. In. Out. In. Out.

Then plunging back into her.

I grunt.

She grunts.

“Beg for that niggah's dick, baby,” I urge.

He grins slyly, his dick gliding in and out of his hand. The head of his dick glistens with droplets of precum.

I growl. “Yeah, muhfucka…jerk that shit, niggah…”

He lets out a moan.

Marika moans.

His strokes match my rhythm. The faster I thrust, the faster he strokes. The deeper I pump, the deeper he strokes.

He meets my gaze.

“Yeah, muhfucka…you wanna suck my baby's pussy juice off this long dick, don't you?”'

He grunts.

I grin.

Holding myself up on my forearms, I thrust steadily in and out of Marika, keeping my stare on the sexy muhfucka standing in the middle of the floor. I glance down at Marika and smile. Then wink. Her face is a collage of expressions. She moans and groans. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth. Her legs are wrapped high around my hips, sucking me deeper into her pussy. “Yeah, baby…nut for me,” I say in a low, husky voice. “Let me feed that muhfucka over there this nut, baby…”

Her fingernails dig into my shoulders in anticipation. She bucks and thrashes and screams and cums around my dick, soaking it in her warmth. My dick is thick and hard and aching. I grunt, feeling my own nut gathering at the base of my spine.

“Yeah, muhfucka…come over here and get this nut…”

Marika moans.

Then groans, my thrusts fucking the noise out of her. The head of my dick strokes her G-spot. I can feel it. She's about to cum again. Hard. Wet. Long. Dripping.

And she does. Then she is fucking me back. Her hips thrust. Her pussy glides up and down the shaft of my cock. Her juices dribble out, drenching the sheets beneath her.

The aroma of her pussy is all around me.

I'm about to bust.

“Come get this nut, niggah…”

Marika moans again as I grunt, and a gusher of hot nut bursts outta my slit into her pussy. I quickly pull out as our guest drops to his knees in front of me. He takes my cunt-and-cum-soaked dick into his hands and sucks my giant head into his mouth like he's sucking the juice out of a tangerine, stroking my shaft.

He moans as I nut again. Three more ropes of thick cum shoot out of me, hitting the back of his throat and flooding his mouth. He sucks out every drop, then pulls his head back and caresses my dickhead between his lips.

I pull out of his mouth, groaning, as one last spurt of nut splashes his face.

Marika

The rules are simple.

Our tête-à-têtes are always agreed on.

We choose each other's sexual pleasures for the night.

We must both be physically attracted to them.

We never, ever, engage in any extramarital trysts without the other's permission and presence. Never.

Discretion is a must. Each conquest must have as much to lose as we do if our secret rendezvous were to ever become public knowledge.

And they're all always…beautiful.

Every shade of black, every hue of brown, every tint of red, wrapped around taut, sculpted bodies; firm breasts, round hips, tight asses to sensual lips, chiseled chests, rippled abs, and long dicks.

We participate or not in the other's salacious night.

And, together, Marcel and I embrace our bisexualities, testing sexual boundaries while indulging our
sinful
fantasies, and turning them into sensually heated realities; like right now.

With this delicious hunk of caramel perfection, sliding his spit-and-cum-soaked dick from out of my mouth as Marcel's cum-soaked cock flops out of my sticky cunt. Caramel's thick cream coats my lips. Marcel's warm nut coats my walls.

Both of them spread their dicks over my respective lips, then lean in and kiss them, licking their semen up, tasting themselves on me. Dark hunger flashes over Caramel's face as he slides his tongue over my lips, then slips it into my mouth. His lips are soft and moist. I can still taste Marcel's nut on him. Can taste and smell my pussy on him on his lips from having sucked Marcel's cock less than five minutes ago.

Mmmm…

Deliciously decadent.

My insides throb as Marcel's tongue skims the mouth of my pussy, then flaps up and down inside my wetness. My cunt clenches. My hips shift in response. Wind. Thrust. Pump. Marcel's long tongue slides further up inside of me. My ass churns. My pussy juice flows like a never-ending river. I have become a plush rainforest.

A moan hitches in the back of my throat as I soak Marcel's face with my juices. A rushing well of pleasure flooding his mouth, soaking his tongue.

Marcel groans into my pussy as I reach out and grab Caramel's curved dick. Caramel groans into my mouth, gliding his tongue around mine as my soft hand strokes his dick back into an erection while Marcel lavs and nips and suckles my clit.

“Mmmm…you're so wet, baby,” Marcel says in between tongue licks, fingering the wetness between my legs. My pussy burns. He scissors a second finger into me, stretching into my heated cunt.

I cry out.

Gasp for air.

I eye a droplet of precum caressing the tip of Caramel's bulbous, copper-colored head. Then reach out and pull him by the base of his shaft toward my waiting, open mouth. And suck him in. I keep my gaze on him as his head snaps back and he groans. Slowly, I shift my body. Crane my neck so that my head is now between his opened muscular legs. I get lost in the intoxicating scent of his skin, his manliness. Licking around his musky balls, I open wide and wait for him to lower them down into my mouth. I suck them in one at a time.

“Yeah. Wet them motherfucking balls up…”

He groans again.

Marcel's finger…a thumb, I think—or maybe it's his tongue—flicks over my clit. I hear him say over the pounding of my heart in my ears, “Suck that muhfucka's dick, baby…”

And then Marcel is up, leaving my pussy and the space between my thighs vacant, standing next to Caramel, his big beautiful dick sliding in and out of his wet hand. The head of his dick hovering over my face, his mouthwatering balls clack in sync to his hand strokes.

Marcel wants me to change positions. Wants me to sit up. I do. My feet sink into the plush carpet. Through blurred passion, I lovingly eye Marcel as he palms the back of Caramel's neck and draws him into a kiss, sliding his tongue into Caramel's mouth—offering him a taste of me, and himself.

Instantly, my walls spasm and a flash of searing pleasure shoots through me as my cunt creams, causing me to suck Caramel with feverish enthusiasm. Tears gather in my eyes as his dick hits the back of my throat; his thick curve snaking and stretching its way down into my neck, then sliding back out.

I am no porn star, but I have perfected the art of sucking a big dick, thanks to my years of sucking Marcel's. And I have mastered a no-gag reflex. So there isn't a dick that I can't handle. Caramel's isn't as long as Marcel's, but it's equally as thick so I handle him like a pro. Suck him until his legs tremble and he is on the brink of another orgasm.

I pull him out of my mouth. And reach for Marcel's dick, flicking my tongue over its swollen head, lapping at the shimmering precum as it trickles out of his slit. I press their dicks together, then alternately suck them both; my hot mouth gliding over each one.

My eyelids flutter up, taking in the sight of these two masculine men kissing fiercely, groaning as their tongues dance around in each other's mouths. They both have a hand on my breasts, caressing each one, pinching and tugging at my nipples.

My clit throbs.

My pussy burns hotter.

My outer lips get slicker.

I need, want, Marcel's dick back inside of me, feeding me his width and length. Slamming in and out of me, over and over. Oh, how I need to be fucked, again.

Deep and delicious.

I tell Marcel so. Beg him. Urge him. “Fuck me…Please. Put your dick back inside of me…”

But my demand goes unanswered. Instead, I am being pushed back onto the bed, my legs spread apart. My cunt splayed open by eager hands as Marcel and Caramel drop to their knees, bow their heads, and worship my pussy.

I bite into my bottom lip.

Count the number of times their tongues move over my clit—Marcel's and our secret lover's, along the folds of my pussy, then up and down my throbbing pussy lips, then again back over my clit. I lean up on my forearms, panting and moaning. Force my eyes to focus on the decadent performance of their swirling tongues, flicking against the others as they paint wet circles over my engorged clit. Perfect eights.

I count each lick in my head. Count each stroke. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Around and around and around, the heat from their greedy tongues teasing me into an orgasm.

“Ooooh, yes…lick my pussy…mmmm…yes, yes, yes, yesss…ooh, ooh, ooooh…right there, right there…”

Marcel cups my clit with his tongue. Our lover slides two long fingers inside of me, curling his fingers inward, beckoning an orgasm out of me; taunting a moan to escape my lips.

Lapping and nibbling, probing and flicking, wet tongues, wet fingers, stroking between my legs; spreading my wetness, moving over my clit, sliding around my ass, pinching my erect, aching nipples until I am moaning and moving my hips, shuddering.

I blink. The room spins. My eyes are hazy with want.

I scream out in need as they both stroke their dicks with one hand while tongue-fucking my wet and wanting cunt, their tongues echoing the smack-slap and thrust and withdrawal of their cocks sliding through their palms.