Page 43 of Triple Threat

“Kyle,” she rattled. “Please.”

“Easy baby, I got you,” I murmured. I parted her pussy lips with the head of my dick and pushed forward, and then the fantasy was made real; I was inside her.

Her pussy was heaven, and I had to go slowly. I could already feel that ember glowing in the base of my cock. It was almost too good to be true. I was finally there, balls deep inside her, inside my Shady. A younger me, a less experienced, less disciplined me, would have shamed himself – two strokes in and then popping my load. I wasn’t that kid anymore, just like she wasn’t that girl. I wondered for a moment,if I was her first?

The tension passed, like a challenge accomplished, and I felt free to move. I looked up into Roan’s unsmiling mug. His face was an unhappy mask, and I wonderedwhat the fuck was his problem?He could have left. He could have said something and ruined it all. Instead, he only stared… Stared as I caressed her tits and teased her pussy with my hand, her soft voice lilting in a pleasure-filled moan.

I used her body to grind her hips against mine. I wanted to give her everything I had, all the cock I had, every inch, I wanted it inside her. I wanted to fill her like a hurricane’s storm surge. More, I wanted all of her. I picked up my tempo; she gasped and pushed back against me as I moved to a faster paced pounding. I felt myself hammering her, and her pussy clenched and squeezed me. Oh,I knew what that was, ohyes, I knew what that was.

“That’s it,” I said, encouraging her. I didn’t want her to hold back. I wanted her orgasm to break on my cock like that storm.

She came, and she came again. I was relentless, never letting up. I wouldn’t let up until I felt that last orgasm come out of her, when instead of gripping my cock, her pussy fluttered and her knees turned to jelly,thenit would be my turn. Young me fantasized about this countless times; about pounding this pussy. Not even the unwanted audience would take this from me.

She gasped and shuddered. My breathing labored; I could feel the sweat that was dripping down my back. I started to relax, letting the iron discipline go. I let my imagination loose, closed my eyes and let myself be in just that perfect moment. She was spent, her pussy sopping wet and her breathing sharp and ragged.My Shady, my Shady had come all over my cock. I could feel her juices running down my balls, my thighs starting to fatigue with my thrusting up inside her.

I exploded. Years of fantasies, years of masturbation, and I was finallyhere, balls deep inside my one true desire. It felt like something more than cum was shooting out of me. Was it my soul? Was it something deeper, something else? I didn’t come like this very often. My God, I didn’t come like this at all!

I gave her neck and shoulders a squeeze, and ran my hands down her sides, releasing her tits, and letting her clit rest. Her chest was heaving; I could feel her ribs beneath my fingers.

“You enjoy the show?” I asked Roan’s reflection in the glass. I pulled out of her, knowing that all my jizz was going to gush out onto the cream carpet he picked out and was fastidious about. Sadie gasped. I wanted to be tender with her, to cuddle her, kiss her, but he was glaring at me like some fucking cuckold.

“Clean yourself up,” I said, colder than I intended.

The show was fucking over.

I held a grim satisfaction that he would be cleaning that carpet later.

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I left the room,hit the can and took a piss. I’d wanted to enjoy our first time more than I actually got to, my Shady. Still, smelling her scent on me right now was nice. Roan’s staring hadn’t been so awesome, but there had been a certain thrill to having an audience.

I wanted to pour myself a fresh gin, but fuck all if that bottle of Botanical was still sitting in the Bat Cave. I bet if Roan wasn’t on his knees cleaning my spunk out of his carpet, he would be in the lair. I wanted my drink. I’d wanted to enjoy my first time with Shady completely differently. I had wanted to draw it out. I wanted to play her like a concert violinist, finessing orgasm after orgasm out of her, until she gazed into my eyes, breasts sweaty and heaving, arms reaching, drawing me down to kiss me.

But no, the fucking limey, he had to start getting feelings for my Shady.Myfucking Shady.Jealousy burned like cold fire in my brain as I stalked to the Bat Cave, ready to confront the bastard, to yell at him for being a beady-eyed voyeur, for having feelings for my girl.

Surprise, surprise… the Bat Cave was empty. The only thing I found was my bottle of gin and thank fucking God for that! I took a drink directly from the bottle. This shit was fuckinggood.

I should feel like a god. I’d finally fucked the girl I had dreamed about for years. For fuckingyears.

I sat down in his chair and started flicking through the screens.

Where was his limp-dicked ass?

He wasn’t in the front room, or his room. I clicked the feed over to the guest room, and the motion detector indicated someone was in its bathroom.What sort of voyeur doesn’t install cameras in the shower when there are cameras everywhere else? An asshole, that’s what sort of voyeur does that.

I took another drink from the bottle. Maybe he did something completely unexpected. Maybe he got in one of the cars we owned and actually went somewhere.

My bottle was empty, and that was just annoying as fuck. I tossed the bottle in his trash. He hated that – finding my booze bottles always made his eye twitch. I wanted to make more than his eye twitch. I wanted to sock him in his stupid eye!

I spun his chair and watched it smack into the side of the desk and almost fall.Stupid fucking chair.There was more gin in the house bar, and I decided that the best course of action was to go there and get another bottle – maybe not Botanical, maybe something basic top shelf. No need to waste the good stuff when I just wanted to get truly and completely hammered.

The last fucking thing I expected to find in the bar was Roan. He was leaning against the whatever vintage some kind of wooden bar he had bought, holding a highball glass of whiskey.

“You’ve got some absolute bloody stones, you pillock,” he slurred.

“Those sounds coming out of your mouth, do you think they’re words?” I asked.

“I forget you’re an American. I’ll try to use smaller ones, try and keep my sentences short.” I pointed a finger at him and gave him half a laugh.

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