Page 56 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
“Now try to relax,” I heard Oakley say. “Andveryslowly… back up on it.”
He was holding himself tightly at the base, his railroad spike of a dick poised at my nether entrance. He pushed forward… or maybe I pushed back. Either way I squinted hard, gritting my teeth against what I expected would be the beginning of a sharp stab of pain.
Instead, he slipped inside me with a surprisingly pleasant ‘pop.’
“Hard part’s over,” Oakley breathed, his voice tight with arousal. “Now relax and enjoy.”
The pillow felt cool against my face as I screwed my hands into it from either side. I made tight fists, expecting to push back against the foreign invasion of Oakley’s beautiful cock, buried deep in the wrong hole. Instead, I found myself opening up. Relaxing all over.
“Ahh, fuuuuck,” I breathed, slowly exhaling.
And then I realized; there was nothing wrong about this hole.
Nothing at all.
“You okay?”
Ryder was holding me from the front. He bent and kissed me, cradling my face.
“Yeah. I’m good.”
“Why the ‘oh fuck’ then?”
Oakley gripped my ass in both hands and drove himself into me, as deep and as far as he could go. My mind began spinning in fun new directions, even as my body fought the urge to push back against the forbidden pleasure.
When he pulled out and pushed in again, I knew the problem right away.
“I think I’m gonnalikethis too much.”
Ryder chuckled, and somewhere over my naked back I thought I heard the clap of hands. Did theyreallyhigh-five? And if so, did I seriously care?
Not one bit,I decided on the spot.
The others watched, as their friend took full control of my hips and began seriously plowing me from behind. I thought he’d go slow, until I got used to it. But maybe I was used to it already.
“You’re just gonna ram me, aren’t you?” I breathed.
Oakley responded by slapping one globe of my shiny, supple ass. The blankets spread out over the floor were soft, the roaring fire warm on my body, as I was breathlessly, relentlessly fucked up the ass. In time, Oakley picked up the pace of his thrusts. He began putting his full weight behind them too.
“You good?”
I was better than good. I was fucking him back.
“Fuck,” I breathed, through clenched teeth. “This is… this is…”
“Good?”
“No. Actually it’sgreat.”
I couldn’t believe it. The experience was like getting fucked in every other way, but different in so many others. The sensation of being taken was still there — the submission, the penetration, the feeling of being connected to your lover on some deep, intimate level. But the intimacy was way more intense, coupled with this exquisite sensation of absolute fullness I just couldn’t describe.
Best by far though, was the naughtiness of it all. The feeling of doing something so wrong… so raw and dirty and taboo. I shoved back against Oakley’s rippled stomach as forcefully as I could, swallowing his entire glistening lengthagain and again with my hungry ass. I didn’t have to imagine what I looked like. I could see it reflected in Ryder’s eyes.
“Damn,” he breathed.
“You’re next,” I growled at him.
Oakley eventually came, spilling himself inside me. Filling me in a place that I’d never been filled before, but now radiated with an all new heat. When Ryder took over, I was eager and ready. I fucked him with such reckless, filthy abandon I think it surprised him; bucking back against him, grunting and groaning. He made noises like an animal when he finally came, gripping me tight, merging with me as one; which was fitting, because our bodies were screwed so snugly against each other, it felt like nothing less.
