Page 57 of Misadventures of a Curvy Girl
“Put your hands in his hair,” Ben grates out. “He likes that. He likes being your toy, don’t you, Caleb?”
My nod has the added bonus of stroking my tongue against her clit, and she cries out, her hand threading through my hair and holding me fast to her cunt.
I obey the unspoken command, sucking her pouting little bud until her thighs are quivering against my face, and then I hook a finger around the wet fabric and allow myself a taste straight from the source. I slick my tongue between her folds as I coax one of her legs over my shoulder, and she leans back against Ben for balance as I fuck her cunt with my mouth.
“That’s it,” Ben coaxes darkly. “Open up your pussy for Caleb. Let him inside.”
She slides her leg farther across my shoulder, and the plump outer petals of her sex unfurl even more, allowing me to lick deep, right at the very heart of her. I fumble with my fly as I taste her, unable to stop myself from pulling out my erection and giving it a few rough strokes.
Fuck, she tastes good. Sweet, with the tiniest hint of sour and salt. Her pussy is so tight, even around my tongue, and it makes me shudder with anticipation to think of how it’s going to feel on my cock. Wet and hot and squeezing me, like her body is demanding my come.
I’ll give it to her. Now that we’ve all been tested and she’s on birth control, we can finally fuck raw, and the feeling is like nothing else in this world. My cock gives a hard flex just knowing what it’s about to get.
Ireland writhes against my mouth, and I realize Ben has his cock freed too so her silk-covered ass can rub against him. He’s got his big hand wrapped around her throat now, and whatever he’s murmuring in her ear has her getting more and more worked up. I can taste her need, and I can feel it in the fierce tug of her fingers through my hair.
“Enough,” Ben finally growls. “Up to bed. I need to fuck.”
Stumbling upstairs, Ben and me shedding clothes as we go, we kiss and grope and grab until we’re all in our bed. I drag Ireland against me so her tits are crushed into my chest, and I lick at the seam of her mouth until she parts it and lets me in. I can never get enough of kissing her, of feeling her lips so soft and yielding against mine, and her tongue like hot silk with her perpetual cinnamon taste from her favorite gum.
I reach down to mold my hand over her cunt, and my fingers brush against Ben’s fingers as he plays with the little star of her ass, probing it open a little more roughly and urgently than normal.
He knows what we’re going to do tonight, and it’s got him all worked up. I can’t blame him. I could almost come against Ireland’s soft belly right now just thinking about it. But I hold it together long enough for Ben to order Ireland to take my cock and feed it inside her.
There’s a moment—always that first moment—when the plump head won’t fit. When my erection is too big and her pussy is too small, and the pressure is so insane that I think I might erupt right then and there, before the entire tip is even inside.
I live for that moment.
Holding my cock in both hands, she stirs the swollen head against her opening before she tries again, rocking and circling until finally, finally, I start to sink into her tiny channel.
The hot squeeze of her is like the grip of heaven itself, and I push in, needing to fuck, needing to thrust. With a sucked-in breath, her hands fly to my shoulders, and she holds on as I work the edge off my need by giving her a few rough strokes.
“Hold still,” Ben says in a voice that demands obedience. “She’s gonna take me too.”
Ireland moans her assent, arching as much as she can while pierced with my length so she can make her little entrance more available to Ben.
The usually stoic Ben isn’t immune to the sight. A muscle in his tight jaw jumps as he looks down at us, her intimate place speared by my flesh and her ass presented to him the way he likes. With a harsh swallow, he grabs the lube and slicks himself up until his cock is a glistening column of need, and then he swirls some against Ireland’s tight hole for good measure.
“Ready, sweetheart?” he rasps.
“Please,” she breathes. “Yes, please.”
It’s slow work. Each inch makes her squirm and pant, her fingertips digging into my shoulders so deeply that I know I’ll bruise, but I’ll happily wear the bruises as badges of honor. Every single one is worth the look on her face now, with her eyes hooded and her lips parted and a flush that dusts the apples of her cheeks and the top of her chest.
Each inch is also work for me, because the extra pressure is almost too much for me to handle without coming—especially coupled as it is with the erotic squirm of Ireland on our cocks and the rough, reassuring rasp of Ben’s legs against my own. The firm brush of his sack on mine.
Soon, he’s fully seated, and you’d never guess the three of us have ever been cold, because now everything is heat and sweat and damp. With long, rolling movements, we fuck Ireland in tandem, keeping her filled and stretched, rubbing each other through the thin, shared wall of her body in a touch more intimate than almost anything else in this world.
It doesn’t take long. It never does like this. Ireland says it’s like being split in half, but being split in half by an electric rainbow made of orgasms. I don’t know about all that, but I do know having her sweet body pressed against me, her clit grinding on its favorite place above my cock, and Ben’s erection fucking against my own is more than any man can handle. The moment Ireland comes apart in our arms, we follow, grunting with a few final fast strokes and then erupting inside her. My balls draw up tight as my shaft swells, and then I release wave after hot wave of my seed inside her, spending so hard that my vision grays out around the edges. I let out a satisfied roar as all the sizzling, aching pressure finally relieves itself, and Ben gives his usual bitten-off grunt—the most he ever loses control in bed. I savor the feeling of his cock throbbing so close to mine as much as I savor the lingering flutters of Ireland’s pleasure, and I allow both to pull the very last drops of my climax out of my cock.
“God, you’re such a beauty,” I say, kissing Ireland everywhere, petting her and praising her for taking both of us like such a good girl. Ben echoes my praises, kissing her neck and stroking her hair until she’s practically purring. We both slip free from her body in a wet rush, and Ben goes to get things to clean us up.
He and I exchange a look as we do.
It’s time.
“What do you say we change into our pajamas and go have some warm apple cider by the tree?” I ask casually. Too casually maybe, because Ben rolls his eyes behind Ireland’s back at my bad acting as he scoots back on the bed with a towel.
However, Christmas and everything Christmasy is Ireland’s favorite thing, so she just nods happily. “Sounds amazing.” And then she rolls over like a princess to let Ben attend to her while I clean off, get dressed, and go downstairs to get everything ready.
