Page 41 of Once Upon a Dream
Scarlett wastes no time. It’s the first time I’ve felt her slim little hand on my wet flesh, and the feeling after wanting it all these months is deliriously good. Ecstatically exquisite. She knows just the way to trap my little bud between her fore and middle fingers, and just the way to rub and circle after she does.
“Your pussy feels so sweet,” she whispers in my ear. I can see her fingers pumping wetly in and out of her slit as she rubs my own. “I knew it would. I knew it would feel so good to touch.”
That’s all I need. Scarlett and my bear, her fingers and his substantial organ, her filthy words and his animal grunts. I come again, thrashing against the pillow and moving so much that Liam covers my body with his own again, pinning me to the mattress and forcing me to take his cock
even though the pleasure is so unbearable I want to scream.
I do scream.
“Can’t take it,” Liam grunts, the relentless piston of his cock turning frantic and irregular. “Need to come in you.”
And then his entire body goes rigid, and with a ruthless bite to my neck, he comes with a series of jerking throbs. The heat of his semen sears me, even through the latex, and I know there has to be so much of it, that he’s filling the condom so very full of seed right now, and the mere thought of it prolongs my orgasm even more, squeeze after squeeze, as if my body is trying to wring even more from his balls.
He collapses again on me, sweaty and breathless and spent, rolling off far too soon. I think I could lie there forever with him on top of me, his cock still jolting inside me, his breath on my neck and his weight crushing me into the soft bed.
But after he goes to the en-suite bathroom and gets rid of the condom, he comes back out with a still-erect cock, and I know we’re nowhere near the time for rest yet.
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Liam
I’m insatiable.
A wolf in the snow. A bear after winter.
I need to fuck.
Snow is a sexily adorable flop of sated limbs and heavy eyes, and Scarlett is still insouciantly fingering her swollen pussy when I emerge out of the bathroom with a cock that still needs attention. It aches and bobs as I walk, and my thoughts are no less clear for having just drained my dick into a tight pussy mere moments ago. I need to fuck more and more and more, and as long as Snow and Scarlett let me, I’m gonna.
Maybe it’s almost dying, maybe it’s just being with these two angels who are so warm and so sweet, but when I walk over to get another condom, I find myself thinking I could get used to this. Not for the night, not even for the week, but for the long haul. For as far as I can think ahead.
Something about their pretty eyes blinking up at me as I approach makes me think they might feel the same way.
It would be easy to split the girls into two different roles: Scarlett the temptress, who’s spreading her legs for me before I’m even gloved in latex, and Snow the sweet girl, who looks like a thoroughly debauched virgin right now.
But even after only some time in bed with them, I can tell it’s not that simple. Snow is surprisingly impulsive, the first of us three to say out loud what she wanted, and she was all fingernails and screams as I rode her pussy. And Scarlett’s little provocations tell me that the siren is eager for a person to take charge of her, that she finds power sexy from either vantage. As someone who owns his own business—land, stock, everything—I know how welcome it is to lay down a burden from time to time.
“I want to be on top,” Scarlett says coyly as I roll on my second condom. She gets to her knees, plucking coquettishly at her nipples. “I want to ride you.”
I gaze at her as steadily as I can—although I’m so hungry to fuck I’m practically growling with it—and I note the sparkling light in her eyes. She’s teasing me again.
I growl.
“You really want that, angel? Or do you want me to ride you? Fuck that pussy to kingdom come?”
Her hands still on her breasts, her lips parting. “Oh.”
“Me driving between your legs and Snow sitting on your face. What do you think, Scarlett? Think you’re ready to be honest with me?”
A flashing grin. “Well, a girl has to try to save her pride and all,” she says. She moves to her back in a graceful movement that leaves me harder than ever. “Not sure how sexy it is to admit that I want to be railed into next week.”
“I think there’s enough pride in simply feeling good,” I point out as I climb the bed and lift Snow into my arms like a limp, gorgeous doll. Scarlett peers up at me with curious eyes as I knee-walk over to her. “Now stick out your tongue for Snow to sit on.”
Snow is squirming to get out of my arms as soon as she realizes what I’m doing, and she doesn’t need any help from me to straddle Scarlett’s face and lower her pussy onto her lover’s waiting mouth. She arranges herself so she’s facing me, and then she reaches back with one hand to grab the headboard as Scarlett gives her well-loved cunt a nice big lick.
I get ready to mount the beauty in front of me, giving her pussy a quick knuckling to make sure she’s still wet enough.
“Please,” she moans against Snow’s folds as I flick a finger over her clit. “Oh, please.”
