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dropped her bold posture, biting her lower lip as she glanced away from Kane and Jack paused.
“You been peeking on Kane and his women, or what?”
A flush of embarrassment coloured her face but she nodded. “I didn’t mean to, but, yeah. She complained he was too big. Which he is, from what I could tell earlier today but still…”
Jack nodded. “What about me? While you’re sucking him off, what shall I do?”
She glanced at him coyly from under her lids. “Whatever you want. You decide.”
Pleasure raced through his entire system. Sweet mercy—no other request could have made him react any stronger. His heart pounded like a drum and he turned away.
To hide his response, he grabbed a cushion from the couch and threw it to the floor by Dara’s feet. With his help she knelt, the crackle of the fire in the background, the music from the speakers filling the room with a hushed expectancy. Jack stepped back, mesmerized by how fabulous she looked, virtually naked, waiting. Hands behind her back, breasts thrust forward. Lips wet from licking them.
Kane groaned. “You’re serious?”
“Please.” She tugged the restraints again and Jack gritted his teeth. Moisture at the juncture of her limbs glistened in the soft light of the fire. She was so wet it had soaked through her excuse for a pair of panties and coated her thighs.
Kane glanced in his direction. The inner struggle his friend fought was clear, and Jack was almost sure Kane was going to refuse when he finally rose to his feet.
“Damn, Dara. I’m going to admit I’m over my head here. If you want this, if you’re really sure…”
Her lashes fluttered but her chin went up. “I’m sure. Please.”
Kane squatted before her and took her lips, kissing her, tangling his fingers in her hair. Pressing kisses to her cheeks and her neck. Then he stood and opened his zipper, reached in and pulled out his cock. Dara moaned as he stroked a few times, his length already fully engorged and ready for her. He held the base and directed the tip toward her mouth, her hands still locked behind her.
“Lick it.” The gravelly tone in Kane’s voice was completely unlike him.
When Dara’s tongue darted out to touch the ruddy head of Kane’s dick, Jack closed his eyes briefly in self-defense. The sheer eroticism of watching—he’d never expected to experience this much pleasure. It was true what he’d told Kane earlier. The pressure in his balls rose, but not as urgent as if it was him standing before her. He waited patiently, one hand rubbing his own cock through his jeans. The rigid length pressed against the fabric and he longed to strip off his clothes.
Kane threaded the fingers of his free hand into her pale hair, pulling it away from her cheek and clearing Jack’s view.
“Fuck.” Kane groaned. His head fell back as Dara opened her lips and sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, adding moisture to the surface, and he guided her deeper on every pass. Her lips stretched around his girth as he rocked his hips a bit farther each time until her nose nestled in the curls at his groin.
Her bright eyes stared up at him and Kane stroked her cheek. “You good?”
She nodded slightly and he withdrew, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Kane pressed in again and again, supporting her head and fucking into her mouth gently at first, then with increasing force. Jack watched Dara’s body closely for any signs of discomfort, but she leaned eagerly into the thrusts.
It was better than any porn he’d ever seen. Fuck, it was better than some sex he’d personally experienced. Jack stripped off his clothes, completely ignored by the others as they continued their erotic dance. Jack stroked his cock, thrusting into his fist in rhythm with Kane’s motions.
The wet sounds of sucking, the continual mutters and groans from Kane’s lips, echoed in the room. “So close. Damn, I’m so close, Dara. If you don’t want to swallow, you got to
“You been peeking on Kane and his women, or what?”
A flush of embarrassment coloured her face but she nodded. “I didn’t mean to, but, yeah. She complained he was too big. Which he is, from what I could tell earlier today but still…”
Jack nodded. “What about me? While you’re sucking him off, what shall I do?”
She glanced at him coyly from under her lids. “Whatever you want. You decide.”
Pleasure raced through his entire system. Sweet mercy—no other request could have made him react any stronger. His heart pounded like a drum and he turned away.
To hide his response, he grabbed a cushion from the couch and threw it to the floor by Dara’s feet. With his help she knelt, the crackle of the fire in the background, the music from the speakers filling the room with a hushed expectancy. Jack stepped back, mesmerized by how fabulous she looked, virtually naked, waiting. Hands behind her back, breasts thrust forward. Lips wet from licking them.
Kane groaned. “You’re serious?”
“Please.” She tugged the restraints again and Jack gritted his teeth. Moisture at the juncture of her limbs glistened in the soft light of the fire. She was so wet it had soaked through her excuse for a pair of panties and coated her thighs.
Kane glanced in his direction. The inner struggle his friend fought was clear, and Jack was almost sure Kane was going to refuse when he finally rose to his feet.
“Damn, Dara. I’m going to admit I’m over my head here. If you want this, if you’re really sure…”
Her lashes fluttered but her chin went up. “I’m sure. Please.”
Kane squatted before her and took her lips, kissing her, tangling his fingers in her hair. Pressing kisses to her cheeks and her neck. Then he stood and opened his zipper, reached in and pulled out his cock. Dara moaned as he stroked a few times, his length already fully engorged and ready for her. He held the base and directed the tip toward her mouth, her hands still locked behind her.
“Lick it.” The gravelly tone in Kane’s voice was completely unlike him.
When Dara’s tongue darted out to touch the ruddy head of Kane’s dick, Jack closed his eyes briefly in self-defense. The sheer eroticism of watching—he’d never expected to experience this much pleasure. It was true what he’d told Kane earlier. The pressure in his balls rose, but not as urgent as if it was him standing before her. He waited patiently, one hand rubbing his own cock through his jeans. The rigid length pressed against the fabric and he longed to strip off his clothes.
Kane threaded the fingers of his free hand into her pale hair, pulling it away from her cheek and clearing Jack’s view.
“Fuck.” Kane groaned. His head fell back as Dara opened her lips and sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, adding moisture to the surface, and he guided her deeper on every pass. Her lips stretched around his girth as he rocked his hips a bit farther each time until her nose nestled in the curls at his groin.
Her bright eyes stared up at him and Kane stroked her cheek. “You good?”
She nodded slightly and he withdrew, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Kane pressed in again and again, supporting her head and fucking into her mouth gently at first, then with increasing force. Jack watched Dara’s body closely for any signs of discomfort, but she leaned eagerly into the thrusts.
It was better than any porn he’d ever seen. Fuck, it was better than some sex he’d personally experienced. Jack stripped off his clothes, completely ignored by the others as they continued their erotic dance. Jack stroked his cock, thrusting into his fist in rhythm with Kane’s motions.
The wet sounds of sucking, the continual mutters and groans from Kane’s lips, echoed in the room. “So close. Damn, I’m so close, Dara. If you don’t want to swallow, you got to
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