Page 19 of Paper and Passion
She’s… perfect. I didn’t get to see her the one time we fooled around before, and now I take in every inch of perfectly smooth skin. She’s shaved everywhere. Or maybe just hairless. I guess I don’t know what’s natural for her. Slowly, I crawl closer, positioning myself behind her so I can unclasp her bra. She takes it from me and flings it playfully at Adrian.
He shoves it in his pocket before pulling his shirt over his head, revealing square pecs and an eight pack. Yes, eight! I didn’t even know that was possible. He’s also silky smooth, not a hair in sight. That perfectgrouping of muscles that points like a V to what’s below his pants flexes with tension.
He’s just as stunning as she is, but in a different way. All hard lines to her soft curves. The perfect counterpart.
And somehow they want me.
“You too, Tillie,” Adrian says as he whips off his belt
“Oh, right.” I scoot around Alex and roll my tights down my legs. I’m not nearly as graceful as either of them, but they watch as if I’m an elegant ballerina performing a captivating dance.
I kick off my shoes, push my tights all the way off, then lift my shirt over my head before unclasping my bra, leaving me in just my rucked up skirt and panties. Alex leans back on her forearms next to me. Adrian stays at the foot of the bed. When I drop my bra, he slowly unzips his pants. Torturously slow. The bulge between his legs looks massive, and I’m dying to see it.
I haven’t seen a lot of cocks. The only men I’ve been with are Chad and my high school boyfriend. I dated a woman for a year in college and hooked up with another after Chad, but that’s the extent of my experience. I’m also not into seeing random dicks online.Something about it always felt impersonal and unappealing.
But Adrian? Damn, I want to see him. I’ve heard some monsters have special features, and I’ve been wondering if he does all week.
The top of his pants hangs open, but he doesn’t remove them. He points to my skirt. I fumble with undoing the clasp until Alex scoots closer and does it for me. She drags her hand down my thigh, then reclines against some pillows, lazily playing with her nipples. They’re so big and dark.
“Don’t worry, you’ll have lots of time to stare at Alex. She enjoys putting on a show,” Adrian says in a rumbly voice. “But right now, I want your eyes on me.”
Alex makes a hum of approval. “Go ahead, pretty girl. You’re gonna like what you're about to see.”
I give Adrian my attention, expecting him to finish undressing. He doesn’t. He silently points at my skirt again.
It’s only once I’ve taken it off, along with my soaked underwear, that Adrian removes his pants and boxers.
Holy fucking hell!
His cock is narrower at the tip than the base, almost like a tentacle. And it bends like one too, like it’s waving at me with the samedexterity as a finger. A very long, very thick finger. And it’s… braided?
As I watch, it splits into three pieces, then twists together again, like he’s showing off. Yep, the smirk proves he’s definitely showing off.
I swallow nervously, thinking of how good that’s going to feel inside of me. While I’m still speechless, Alex comes up behind me and squeezes my breasts so tight the flesh spills out her fingers in a way that’s positively obscene.
“I need to be inside you,” Adrian growls. “Now.”
I’m not sure which of us he’s talking to, but he crawls over us both, pushing us back onto the bed, my back against Alex’s breasts, her back against the mattress, so we’re both staring up at him.
His pupils are blown, eyes dark with desire. He kisses Alex over my shoulder, pinning me between them. Something tickles my entrance, stroking my clit. I moan, and his lips meet mine, swallowing the noise as his cock presses into me. Alex wiggles beneath me. Adrian pulls back to let me catch my breath while he kisses her. I look down between our bodies. He’s split his cock. One narrow tentacle glides against my clit, anotherthrusts inside me, and the third… I think the third is inside Alex.
“Are you fucking us both at the same time?”
The only answer he gives is a grin and a kiss.
Alex squeezes me tighter. “Our mate’s so good with his cock. He’s pushing so deep.” She moans. “Such a good boy.”
“Need to… bond her…” he says, breathless and hurried.
She pinches my nipples. “Look at how we drive him wild.”
“Gonna… breed you… now.”
He doesn’t thrust. He strokes. He caresses. So deep my stomach bulges. He’s reaching a place no one ever has, right up inside my womb, petting my cervix like he owns it.
He rests our hips right against each other and takes a moment to catch his breath, but his cocks never stop moving, caressing every part of me.
“Do you want me, Tillie? Do you want my cum?”
