Page 36 of Winter Wishlist
We’re all moving, perfectly in sync. Urgency siphons every molecule of air out of the room. The temperature skyrockets as we give in and let the wave ofneedtake control. The perfect girl in front of me claws at Henri’s waistband, dragging his boxer briefs down to let his fat cock bob up against his lower stomach.
As she scoots backward and pulls her hair to one side, she takes him in one tiny fist and gives a tentative flick of her tongue over his leaking tip. I feel that sensation thud in my balls, the imagining of what her mouth would feel like doing that to me is so damn overpowering.
Clearly, it almost unravels him just as easily. His cock jerks in her hold, and he lets out a low grunt, swearing in French.
“Is that okay?” she asks, gazing up at him with the broad crown of him poised at the entrance to her hot little mouth. Mia offers a flutter of her eyelashes while leaning down to kiss the head of his cock, and goddamn, this girl is better at any of this than she believes herself to be.
“Mmmfffuck. You might kill a man, teasing like that.” I tell her, taking the opportunity to rid myself of my jeans and briefs. “You might kill us both with how sexy you look right now, swallowing him down.”
Mia clearly takes that as a challenge. Bobbing up and down on Henri’s dick until she’s a mess of saliva and sloppy little desperate hums around his veiny length. I kneel behind her, stroking her spine, gliding my touch over her thighs and hips. It’s the hottest fucking sight to behold. She reduces Henri to a series of deep grunts and murmured praise in French, as if he’s forgotten how to speak English entirely. Those adoring words flow freely as his fingers wrap the base of his cock where she struggles to take all of him at this angle.
She backs her ass up against me, feeling my erection rub against her soft, perfect ass cheeks, and pops off his length with a wet noise. Her panting breaths fill the room, but she does it again, and again, rolling her hips to grind against me while letting out a series of whimpers.
Jesus Christ. I thought I was in danger while watching her suck Henri? The way my dick looks sliding between her cheeks might be the actual death of me. All I can do is hold the globes of her ass and stare as she pushes back and arches her spine, and holy fuck, heat surges through my groin.
“You’re a fucking dream, sweet girl.” Henri strokes her cheek and swipes away some of the drool coating her chin. “What do you need? Would you like our cowboy to take care of you?”
“Please.” She says it in the most innocent little voice possible. Her throaty plea has my dick pulsing in response.
“You two are both so very good. Such perfect manners, hmm.” Henri tilts her chin to look at him, making sure she hears his low demand. “Tell us if it gets too much, okay? All you need to do is say, or tap my thigh.”
Mia nods, then turns to give me the kind of sultry goddamn look over one shoulder to have me torn between simply thrusting inside her right to the hilt, fucking roughly until sunrise, or treating her like a precious fucking jewel.
I hesitate.
She whimpers.
Henri swipes his thumb over her puffy bottom lip. “Our big guy is worried you don’t want it like this.”
He’s right. Of course he fucking is. As much as I’m in agony to fist my cock and push forward—to know exactly how heavenly it feels to bury myself in that slick, tight pussy of hers—I am worried. Some women find this position too degrading. They crave the intimacy of missionary. They might fantasize about being shared, but when the moment comes, it’s a different story.
What we’re about to do—what we’re already halfway to doing here—involves a whole different level of trust. Something I’m so unbelievably eager to earn from this girl.
Mia hums, licks her lips. “Will you fuck me in other positions later?” She says it with the sweetest little voice, all innocence and fluttering eyelashes.
“I intend on having you in every goddamn position possible,” I swear it like an oath.
“Then please. It aches. I need you inside me.”
“Jesus. Mia. You’re a goddamn dream.” My words are raw need, sex, carnal urgency. Fisting my dick in one hand, with the other, I tug her panties aside, revealing her dripping, swollen core. A place I will insatiably suck and lick and fill all night long.
The second my tip fits inside her, I feel lightheaded. She’s so unbelievably wet, so warm and velvety, and it doesn’t matter how ready we’ve tried to make her; she’s the tightest thing. I’m fighting for every breath as I work my way inside, pushing forward gradually with pulses of my hips and soft words of praise.
Mia moans and whines with Henri in her mouth, her body slowly melting into the pleasure. Her walls ripple and flutter around me as I work deeper, deeper, gritting my teeth until I finally sheath myself.
“Look at the two of you. Holy fucking Christ.” Henri rasps, breathing hard through his nose. He’s struggling just as much as I am. “Fuck our girl, nice and deep,mon big. She deserves every inch of that big fucking thick cock of yours.”
Drawing back, right to the tip, I damn near erupt that instant. Her channel grips me hard, and I descend into a rhythm of pumping in and out. Chasing that sensation faster and faster. My hips slam against her ass, slick wet sounds fill the room, and it’s better than I ever could have dreamed between the three of us.
“Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.” Mia’s whines grow desperate, muffled by Henri’s dick in the back of her throat. Each of those hums wrecks me, as her cunt clenches in rhythm with my deep thrusts. It’s like she’s trying to keep me inside, and I’m reduced to grunts and ragged gasps.
“Can I come inside you? Please—god—sweet fuck, Mia.” My jaw clenches.
Everything goes tight and hot, and I’m about to explode.
“Mia—” I warn. I plead. I shove deep. She needs to tell me right fucking now.
She pops off Henri’s length with a moan, spit trailing between his tip and her mouth, words garbled. “Mmmfffuck. Yes. Oh god. Come inside me. Oh god, I’m coming.”
