Page 81 of Painless
I don't know how he did it that one time with all of us, just watch her without touching her. That could never be me. I needed contact with my woman like I needed air to breathe.
While the two of them had fun, I did the work. Gunner kissed her, and I lifted her clothing up and out of the way until they littered my living room floor. My dick punched a hole in my jeans as he kissed every inch of newly exposed skin. Our girl sighed so sweetly, still reaching behind her to feel for me.
"Not going anywhere," I promised her, my mouth against her nape. "Just work on him for me."
Her attention returned to Gunner, getting him out of his clothes while I stepped back for a moment. I pulled apart my belt buckle, letting my jeans fall as I choked my dick in my fist.
I lasted for all of about five seconds watching. Her feet hit the floor—calves, thighs, and mouthwatering pussy on display, as she worked Gun's pants down to his knees. When she bent over to draw him into her mouth, I couldn't stand it any longer.
Her pussy called to my tongue like a magnet. I descended on her like a starving man, holding the back of her thighs in place with both hands.
She made those sexy little moans around Gunner's cock, while her sweet wetness coated my tongue. Gun was being noisy too, cursing and grunting as she took him down her throat. Hearing him was kind of hot too, I had to admit. Not thathedid anything for me, but knowing our woman was so good at what she did. Mari was meant to be pleased by multiple men. I couldn't thank whatever higher powers enough that I got to be one of them.
"I need to be in you," Gunner groaned.
Mari's panting breaths and soft whimpers told me her mouth was free. "Jandro," she whined.
"Mm-mm." I smacked her cheek to the right side of my face. I wasn't done feasting.
"Please—ah!"
Her sweet begging got cut off by kissing sounds. I rolled my tongue through her flesh, sucking her decadent lips into my mouth. She was drenching my face, thighs quivering with her oncoming release. I loved this part so much. When she was so close to the edge, practically in tears from nearing the crest of her pleasure.
Reaper liked making her come fast and often. I liked to take my time and draw it out of her slowly. And now that he was too busy being a moody bastard to boss me around, I was gonna make her come my way.
"Jandroooo," she whimpered louder.
I pulled my face away, looking around her ass toward her head.
"Yes?"
Her beet-red face was on Gunner's chest, her whole torso draped over his legs. He just smiled down at her, so beautiful and frustrated. His hands petted her hair and stroked her back.
"Please let me come."
Her hand slid down in a desperate instinct to touch herself, but Gunner snatched it and held her forearm against her back.
"He'll take care of you, baby girl," he whispered soothingly, dropping a kiss to her forehead. "Just let him."
"Listen to your man." It pleased me more than words could say that Gunner went along with it. We discussed nothing beforehand, but he instinctively knew his role—to soothe her while I tortured her.
I took my time returning to my work, leaving a sizable bite mark on her ass before devouring her tender flesh again. Her clit begged for attention and I held out as long as I could before giving it. She couldn't even stand anymore, her legs draped on the couch on either side of Gunner, before I sucked that sweet pleasure button into my mouth.
Her release was instant and beautiful, sweeping her from head to toe in shivers and convulsions. I drank my fill of her orgasm, letting her ride my face through the aftershocks.
Gunner was enough of a good sport to wait until I pulled away before he seated her on his dick. She was still exhausted, just slumped against him while he moved beneath her.
"Sorry, I..." she trailed off breathlessly, head heavy on his shoulder.
"Baby girl." He cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "Don't ever be sorry for feelingthatgood."
I hid a smile behind quickly wiping my face with a hand towel. He really did get it. It took a hell of a time getting him here, but he really did fit in seamlessly with us. And most importantly, he treasured her.
Gunner held onto Mari's face, his eyes locked on hers as he kept rolling his hips beneath her—putting in the work while she caught her breath.
It didn't take long for her to take the lead, using his shoulders for leverage as she bounced on his stiff length.
"Hold on, hold on." He grabbed her waist, holding her poised above him before she could sink back down. "My turn for a breather," he said with a sheepish smile. "You just feel too good."
