Page 87 of Furious
He brushes my lips with his, moving away when I try to tease the seam of his mouth with my tongue and nipping playfully at my bottom lip instead. “Chance, why don’t you fuck her? I want to look at you filling that tight little pussy while that pretty jewel is decorating her perfect ass.”
“Do you want me to fuck you, baby?” Chance’s eyes are the deepest sapphire blue and the way he’s looking at me right now makes my breath hitch in my throat.
“Yes, Chance. Please, I want you to fuck me.”
There’s heat and passion in those dark blue depths, but also love and reverence.
Lev looks at me the same way. I’ve never felt so wanted, so sexy, so safe.
The second that thought forms in my head, I realize it isn’t true. There is another man who looks at me like that, too. I wish Ares was here with us. I miss him every minute of every day.
Chance leans over me, taking my lips in a kiss that tells me how much he wants me better than a thousand words.
Our tongues tangle, and my mind goes blissfully blank. I’ll worry about choosing, racing and our parents later. Right now, all I need is right here. Chance and Lev deserve my full attention.
My fingers find the waistband of Chance’s boxer briefs and I pull them down.
I’ve seen his cock a few times by now, but every time his erection springs free, I marvel that it fits inside my body. Chance is thick, long and perfect. A part of me wants to wrap my lips around the head of his cock and suck him into my mouth; but the desire to feel him inside me wins the battle in my head.
As soon as his boxer briefs land on the floor, I fist the base of his hard shaft, guiding him toward my opening.
His blue eyes are focused on the action and as soon as our skin touches, he begins to push inside me.
“One of these times,” he grinds out. “I need to take you in front of a mirror, so you can see how hot it looks when I’m inside you like this.”
Just the thought of that makes me pulse as my inner muscles squeeze him.
“Jesus.” He groans. “Between this view and the way you feel, I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”
I smile. “You already made me come. I don’t want you to worry about that. Just take what you want, Chance. I want you to fuck me just thinking about what feels good to you right now.”
Chance’s response is a low chuckle. “You always feel perfect, baby. But the thing that feels best is the way you pulse around me when you come. So I better last if I want to get to feel that.”
Whatever I might have wanted to say in response fades away when my stepbrother starts moving.
I’ve never felt so full in my life. Chance’s thick shaft presses against the plug and the feeling is out of this world. I’m tight, sensitive, so wet that his big cock slides in and out of me very easily.
He grabs the backs of my thighs, pulling me closer. In this position, his pubic bone hits my clit every time he plunges inside me to the hilt.
If Chance was worried about not lasting long enough for me to come, it’s safe to say that I might surprise him and come quicker than I’ve ever experienced.
Sex with Chance feels amazing, however there’s something—or I should probably say someone—that prevents me from getting lost in the pleasure that’s just within reach.
I turn my head to the side to look at Lev.
He’s kneeling on one side of me on the chaise, slowly stroking himself through his underwear.
“Hey babe,” I call, meeting his green eyes. “This feels amazing, but do you know what would make it better?”
I don’t wait for his answer.
“I want you to take me, too. I want you to fuck my mouth.”
Lev’s eyes glaze over with lust, but he hesitates. “Are you sure? Zee, this is a lot. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything. I can wait or I can get myself off while you watch. I wish you could see how hot you look with Chance fucking your pussy and that pretty plug in your butt.”
I love that he’s thinking about my comfort before his own pleasure, but I reassure him. “I promise I’m not overwhelmed. Come closer please.”
He does as he’s told.
