Page 23 of Amour Fou
“You’re going to come, but with us inside you.”
“Oh, yes please. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Fuck!”
Looking at Zeke, I wink. “Kiss her.” I tell him.
Turning his face to her, his hand moves from her throat to her jaw. “Look at me.” He demands gently. “Words.”
“I’m fine,” Alyssa insists, “don’t make me beg anymore, just kiss me.”
Pulling her in, Zeke seals his lips against hers, both of them moaning the second the skin on their lips meet. Taking my free hand, I take this moment to prep her back hole. Using her arousal, I use my thumb to spread it over her asshole and rub my index finger softly at her puckered rosebud before slowly and delicately pushing it inside her bit by bit.
Another groan vibrates in her chest as I slide it in, all the way to the first knuckle.
“Filthy girl.” I grin, a devilish feeling forming over me as I watch her writhe against the finger in her ass, searching for more friction.
“More…” she begs against his lips.
“If that’s what you want, Butterfly.” Lifting her slightly, she keeps her lips attached to Zeke like a magnet, their moans turning me on further. I find Zeke’s rock-hard cock, gripping it tightly and listening to the hiss that sounds as I do, I bring it forward and into my mouth—unable to stop myself.
“Jesusss!” he hisses.
I coat his rock-solid cock with my saliva, forcing it to the back of my throat and gagging the second it hits the soft part. Pulling back, I spit on it for added effect, lifting her again and angling her ass over the head of his shaft.
“You’re going to fuck yourself on his cock, Alyssa. Like the dirty girl you are.” I smack her pussy and the crown of his cock slips past the tight pink ring of her ass.
“Fuck! Oh my… I—” She stutters.
“Christ.” Zeke groans with pleasure.
“Take all of him, baby. I know you can.”
With my hands supporting her weight, I watch his cock slowly disappear inside her ass. My cock has been hanging out of my trousers since we started this thing. I grip it tightly in my hand and jerk myself a few times before rising up onto my knees.
“Look at me.”
Without missing a beat, her eyes find mine and I rub the full length of my cock through her still soaked pussy lips, coating it in her arousal and tapping the crown against her clit. I smirk at her, leaning forward. One hand on the back of the chair, caging them in, the head of my own cock patiently breaching her entrance.
Giving her a few seconds to get used to the stretch of both her holes. I slowly slide all the way in.
“Breathe. Breathe, baby,” I croon. When she does, the sound is almost ethereal. Something I’ll never get tired of hearing. The three of us hold still still for a few seconds, giving the other time to adjust. “Are you ok?” I ask, checking in and making sure she’s doing well.
“Yes.” She hums, biting her lower lip.
“Fuck! I need to move,” Zeke breathes.
Slouching down further in the seat, keeping his legs wide to accommodate me between them and slowly… ever so fucking slowly, he begins to thrust in and out of her ass, holding the underside of her thighs so as to support the weight of her.
“Oh, shit! I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” Zeke tells her, working her nice and slow so she can get used to the feel of him, of me, inside her. “You’re doing exceptionally well, baby, so fucking good for us both. But you need to relax… and breathe.”
Releasing a shaky breath from her chest, she nods. Finally giving herself over to the both of us and relaxing perfectly.
“Thaaat’s our girl,” I praise her. “So tight, so beautiful.” Slowly, I mirror Zeke’s gentle movements. This isn’t about us, about what we want. It’s all for Alyssa, her pleasure, and her needs being met.
“More,” she pleads on a mewl. “Please… I…”
“Say it.” I lean in further, my mouth ghosting over hers. “Say it, baby, tell us what you want… say it and it’s yours.”
