Page 80 of Triple Threat

I couldn’t be like that with Sadie. Not my Sadie.

I kissed her on the neck and caressed her. She was warm under my lips, some from the day’s sun, certainly some from the drinks and dancing. Her lips found mine, and I remembered my patience, to not rush. She wasn’t a prostitute, I was going to kiss her, I was going to eat her pussy, and I wasn’t going to use her as a tissue.

I eased her down on the bed, relieved her of her dress, and kissed her. Better and better. Her lips tasted like wine and fruit cocktails. I was torn, I was hard and ready to get down to business. I wanted to go straight to what I ultimately wanted.

I couldn’t black credit card my way through this. I had to be calm, be patient, and I had to ask myself how Roan would handle this.

Roan wouldn’t, because there is no way he would try to park his business in her ass. He was too polite.

I went down on her, with as much vigor as I could muster.

She writhed and ran her fingers through my hair, and I could feel the rake of her nails.Don’t rush, don’t rush.

I mounted her, gently and tempering myself to how Roan had taken her. Slow, measured, patient. It would work in my favor. She moaned, and we traded kisses, and I used all of my self-control, my discipline. I wanted her to cum, preferably several times.

She did, and several times I felt myself pushed to the edge of my own limit. It would have been so easy to release and let it flow through me. The hardest part was when I was going to change positions with her, and instead of getting over on her knees she took me in her mouth. She might have been showing off a little bit, and I was certainly appreciative.

I stopped her, with only a few seconds reserve left. If I hadn’t stopped her, I would have lost it.

Sadie made a whimpering noise, and I pulled her up and kissed her. I needed a few moments. I had to cool off, God, I was so close. She seemed a bit surprised by kissing again, but after that initial hesitation, she fell back into her own rhythm.

“Sadie,” I said, between kisses. I gripped her ass while she gripped my shaft. “I want something from you.”

“Yes,” she said and all but bit my lower lip.

“Turn around, I want to take you from behind.” She nodded and turned, kneeling on the bed. I grabbed the bottle of lube, while she leaned forward. When I faced her again, I saw everything: her glistening wet pink pussy, and the prize I wanted, her ass. Standing there, seeing it all, laid out like a gift for me, I felt something drip down my own leg.

Fuck I wanted her, I wanted this, I wanted to hear her sing.

I wanted her so bad.

I eased into her and fell into a very easy rhythm. She rolled her hips against me and seemed very pleased. I took some of the lube, ran a bead down my thumb, and then massaged her ass with it. She tensed, but only for a second.

“Oh!” she gasped.

I kept my pace the same and pushed until the first joint of my thumb was inside her ass. She held perfectly still, but her breath was slower, more measured. “Relax, just relax. I’ll go very slow.”

“Oh God,” she gasped, her voice an octave lower. I pushed again, she shuddered, and then my thumb was all the way inside her.

“How is that?” I asked.

“Oh God, oh God,” she panted. I gave her the business, alternating, back and forth. I would push my thumb into her ass when I pulled out, and when I thrust my cock back again, I would pull my thumb back. She was relaxing, and tensing, and I could tell she was getting there, she would be ready soon. “Oh God, Kyle, what are you doing,” she groaned.

“I want to fuck your ass,” I said, my voice cracking with my own need.

“My ass?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“Okay,” she said softly.

Patience, patience, take it slow.

I used some more lube and made sure that I was as slick as possible. I pressed the head of my cock against her asshole. My heart started racing again, and excitement started building inside my chest. It felt like panic or anxiety.Oh God.

Was this actually happening?

She groaned, and I started sinking into her.

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