Page 48 of Radiant Shadows

I gathered the bottom of her dress in my hands and lifted it, and together, Caesar and I pulled the item off of her. Her perfect breasts bounced as they were released. The little minx hadn’t worn a bra, and that fact made me smirk as I devoured the beautiful sight with my eyes for a moment.

With obvious impatience, she jerked the button of my pants open and yanked down the zipper, wasting no time in finding my cock and stroking it with her delicate hand. My eyes rolled up into my head, my eyelids fluttering at the sensation of her gentle touch.

I was done waiting.

I pulled down my pants and kicked them off as Caesar helped her out of her boots and leggings. The removal of clothing was a frantic, hazy dance, but finally, the three of us were naked, our garments strewn hastily around the kitchen.

I gripped her perky little ass and pulled her against me, lavishing in the warmth of her skin on my cold flesh. I nudged my needy cock between her legs, bathing it in her hot wetness as I only teased both of us.

“Please,” she whimpered, her fingers tangling anxiously in the hair at the back of my neck.

I groaned, helpless to deny her any longer. I hoisted her onto the counter, and she spread her legs wide in invitation, baring her glorious, shimmering pussy to me. Fuck, I wanted to lap at her pink flesh, explore it with my tongue and taste her desire. But she demanded more, and who was to deny her any request?

Fisting my cock, I guided it to her opening, languishing in her heat with every slow inch that I pressed into her, deeper and deeper, until finally, I was buried inside her completely. This was ecstasy, at long torturous last!

Once inside her, my restraint dissolved, the monster in me tugging on the reins of my control. My hips had a mind of their own as they thrust into her with preternatural speed, and she cried out in bliss as she clutched my shoulders for support.

The struggle to restrain myself was its own form of torture. I couldn’t go too hard or too fast. If I lost control, I could hurt her, and I would never forgive myself. But she felt so fucking incredible! Her warm, addictive flesh squeezing and contracting around my cock was a pleasure I’d never imagined, and it took every ounce of my willpower to hold myself back, to slow myself down.

Caesar’s moans joined ours, and I cast a drunken gaze in his direction to see that Shea was stroking his cock with her free hand as she anchored herself to me with the other.

I only felt a faint tug of guilt for being selfish with Shea’s body. Caesar had already known it who knew how many times where I hadn’t, but still, I didn’t want to leave him out. I wanted him to be just as much a part of this as I was. So I slowed my thrusting and pulled him closer, then gently guided Shea’s face toward his, and he greedily shoved his tongue in her open mouth.

Watching him kiss her and kneed her breast while I fucked her, watching her stroke him and hearing their moans synchronize with mine, I had never expected it to be so damned hot. Pleasure and lust and irresistible need saturated every cell of my body, and I slowed to a lazy rhythm as I visually feasted on what they were doing to each other.

I had the strongest urge to bite Caesar, to taste what he was feeling at Shea’s strokes. And I wanted him to feel the edge of oblivion that I was nearing. No. Ineededhim to feel it.

A slave to this need, I gripped Caesar’s wrist and coaxed it away from Shea’s voluptuous breast, lifting it toward my mouth. He paused his dominion over Shea’s mouth to glance at me in curiosity. I brushed my lips against his skin, asking a silent question. His eyelids fluttered with a pulse of desire, and he gave me the slightest of nods.

I spread my lips over his wrist and pierced his skin as gently as I could. He hissed sharply, but as soon as his hot blood touched my tongue, we both moaned deeply. Simultaneously, I could feel my own euphoria of being sheathed in Shea’s pussy and the pleasure of her hand pumping his cock.

It was un-fucking-believable! The duality of such sensation was overwhelming in the best possible way, my entire being singing with rapturous elation. I couldn’t take it, it was too damned much!

Oblivion overcame me in a sudden eruption, pleasure like I’d never known shattering me entirely as I buried myself as deep into her body as I could go. Her muscles quaked and clenched around me, her muffled, high-pitched cries telling me she had followed me into bliss once more.

I sloppily sealed Caesar’s wrist and collapsed against Shea’s sweaty body as I endured the waves of lingering ecstasy that radiated through me. I wanted nothing more than to stay here forever, to remain hugged inside her heaven, but I also wanted Caesar to find the bliss I had.

Reluctantly, I slowly pulled out of her, and Caesar wasted no time in taking advantage of the opportunity. He lifted her off the counter and spun her around so that her back was to him,then pushed her back forward so she was bending over, bracing herself on the counter’s edge. Then he penetrated her, her cry of pleasure sending another wave of need through me.

Watching him fuck her was intoxicating, and like a magnet drawn to her, I took her hands from the counter and placed them on my hips to replace myself as her anchor. I didn’t expect her to take that as a request for anything, so it surprised me in the best way when she closed her mouth around the tip of my still-hard cock.

“Ho-oh, my god,” I gasped as she took me in deeper, her tongue sliding along my shaft.

Her grip tightened on my hips, her nails digging into my hard flesh as her head bobbed over my length in time with Caesar’s thrusts. The sensation of her soft lips circling my cock, of her tongue caressing my tip, was wholly different from the feel of her pussy, yet equally mind-blowing.

After finding such a powerful release moments before, I had accepted that my fun was over, that I was too spent to build up again. But the ravenous way she was suckling me and the feel of her moans at Caesar’s destruction of her vibrating over my cock had renewed need rising in me, and with seemingly greater demand than before.

I combed my fingers into her hair, gripping it gently to give myself more control over her movements—not because I wanted to use her, but because it was quickly becoming too much, and I wanted this to last.

Shea didn’t seem to like that idea. She pulled against my hold, increasing the pressure of her lips and tongue as she demanded my submission. I grunted in pleading refusal, trying to hold back as she took me in deeper and deeper. My tip reached the back ofher throat, and I sucked in a breath, internally bucking against the sharp zap of pleasure that shot through me.

But she held me there, flexing her throat around the head of my dick, and both the pressure and knowledge of what she was doing sent me over the edge. My cum shot into her throat, the poignant pleasure of my release weakening my limbs and nearly causing my knees to buckle.

Caesar’s moans chorused mine, and he managed one final hard thrust behind Shea as he fell to ruin inside her.

As one, the three of us slumped to the floor in a sweaty, exhausted heap, Shea’s head in my lap and Caesar curling up behind her and nuzzling his head into her side as the sounds of racing hearts and heavy breaths filled my ears.

Shea’s hands found mine and Caesar’s, lacing her fingers through ours at the same time. Nobody said anything for a long time. There was nothingtosay.

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