Page 35 of Her Double Desire

Chapter 11

Veronica

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Delicious pressure. Like I'm in the darkest bottom of the ocean, and also swimming through a cloud.

That's what fucking Shawn is like.

I haven't moved from sitting on his cock yet. I'm afraid to—what if the pleasure is so great it kills me? Can you die from sex? My heart could explode, it has to be possible.

But, to die like this...

It might be worth it.

“How?” he suddenly asks, guiding me up along his length, and I think there's no end to it. “How can you be so good when you're so new?”

I shake my head, unable to answer. My tongue is heavy, my body using all its energy to handle the vibrant pleasure growing in me. I want to come,I needto come. That's my reality.

Hands wind around me from behind; it's Jared. He presses his warm mouth to my shoulder, then my cheek. His fingertips find my clit, grinding it as I fuck Shawn. Individually, they're too much. Together? It's a tsunami of blinding heat.

Though he's fighting to regain his normal control, I can see in Shawn's face that he's losing himself. His teeth are bared, lips curling back, hands crushing into my middle. Faster and faster he drives his cock into me.

Jared speeds up his pace—from the corner of my eye, I see he's jerking himself off as he rubs my clitoris. I remember seeing him do that before.

“There,” Shawn gasps, holding me so tight it'll leave bruises. “Come for me, little lamb. I know you're there. Do it.”

His command resonates with me. It pushes me off a cliff, sending me tumbling into a mind-blowing orgasm. I hear myself cry out from far away.

When I hunch my shoulders, trembling with overwhelming passion, Jared pulls at my bunny tail. My ass squeezes, resisting, but the beads begin to pop out, one by one, sending me rolling into another helpless orgasm.

Beneath me, Shawn groans long and low. His eyes close as he thrusts into me, and through the condom, I feel him coming. Jared pulls his hands away, forcing me off of Shawn.

“My turn,” he says, flipping me onto my belly.

I don't see his cock, but I feel it spearing my slippery pussy. Even though I was just thoroughly fucked, his size still strains my walls to capacity.

Jared's weight settles on me; he murmurs in my ear what I can't be sure is English. Either I'm too far gone, or he is. His cock is in constant motion, not slowing even after another orgasm rips through me.

My entire body rocks in place. “Good girl,” he whispers in my ear, and I feel his compliment writing itself on my soul. He grinds into me faster, harder, intent on his own needs.

Sweat dampens the blankets under me. He's slick with it, it coats my spine as it forms on his solid chest. “Perfect,” he pants softly. “So fucking perfect, Veronica.”

Veronica.

So much of my experience with these men has been distilled down togood girlandpetor other nicknames. Having him whisper my real name here, now, is sublime.

Abruptly his cock grows inside of me. I'm worried the condom will split, how can it possibly hold him? It doesn't disguise the heat of his come as it fills the latex, and I treasure that.

Slowly, his ragged breathing smooths out. Coiling his arms around my waist, he braces me so he can pull his spent cock free.

“That,” I hear Shawn say from the other side of the big bed, “Was amazing. Good job, everyone.” He's back to joking around.

I turn over, lying on the wet blanket. Jared is sitting on the edge of the mattress, facing away, his head hanging low. I imagine a heavy weight is resting on his shoulders but I don't know why. “Sir?” I call.

He glances at me, then stands up. “I need to throw this away,” he says, vanishing into the master bathroom. When the door shuts, I wince.He's acting so weird.Didn't he enjoy this? I did, and Shawn seems to have, too.

Propping myself on my elbows, I scan the other man's face. He's looking very comfortable on the pillows. “Is Jared okay?”

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