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Authors: Lexxie Couper, Mari Carr
Tags: Erótica
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chest, rubbing her ass against his hard cock as she slid her stare to Keith.
“I’m game, Keith.” She looked at him through lowered lids, raising her arms up behind her head to tangle her fingers in Marc’s damp hair. “Are you?”
He moved, a wake rolling away from his waist as he killed the distance between them. His hands cupped her face before his body pressed close, his thumbs resting on her cheeks as his lips claimed hers.
She moaned into the kiss, her nipples pinching tight. Behind her, Marc’s cock nestled in the crevice of her ass, his hands skimming over her belly, up her rib cage to her breasts.
Harper whimpered, her pussy constricting. The feel of being pressed between the two men was intoxicating. There was no definition for her mind to comprehend. Pleasure surrounded her. Hard, sculpted pleasure.
Her fantasy hadn’t even come close.
Keith’s erection tickled the curve of her mons, his thighs brushing hers in the water. His tongue swept into her mouth, a gentle exploration that belied the urgent want she felt in his cock.
Marc’s fingers played with her nipples, pinching, flicking, twisting. His lips traveled her throat, his teeth nipping her flushed skin. She groaned with each bite, rolling her hips between them.
God help her, she’d never felt so…so…
Keith’s lips left hers, dragging down her throat, over her collarbone. He skimmed the tip of his tongue into the shallow dip at the base of her neck, lowering deeper into the water as he worked his way down her body.
Without a word, Marc scooped up her breasts, holding them in his palms as if offering them to his best friend. Keith took one nipple into his mouth, sucking fast.
Harper bucked in Marc’s arms, her cry loud in the quiet afternoon. “Christ, yes!”
Marc sucked on her neck, brushing his thumb over her other nipple as Keith continued to feast on her breast.
Ribbons of pleasure unfurled through the pit of her belly. Tingles of heat shot to every limb. Radiating from her breasts down to her very core. She squirmed, her pussy prickling with sudden heat. Her clit ached. She tried to push her thighs together but Keith’s hands stopped her.
He flattened his palms to her upper thighs, his thumbs tracing circles over her flesh. His tongue and teeth and mouth tormented her nipple, the suckling pressure growing fiercer. Behind her, Marc kneaded her breasts, his mouth exploring the side of her neck, her jaw. His tongue swiped into the shell of her ear before he captured her lobe with his teeth.
She hissed at the shard of pleasurable pain the bite awoke, bucking her hips forward.
Keith took advantage of her shift, his thumb grazing the seam of her sex.
“Oh,” she panted, rolling her head. The sun beat against her closed eyelids. The water lapped against her skin. Her senses were in overdrive, her body more aware of every caress, every touch, than she could fathom.
When Keith dipped his thumb into her pussy, she gasped.
When Marc pinched her nipple, she begged for more.
“Fuck, I want to be inside you,” he groaned against her throat.
She whimpered, Keith’s thumb inside her heat, his sucking mouth on her nipple, denying her the ability to form words.
Or perhaps it was Marc’s cock grinding against her butt. His hands massaging her breasts.
“Do you want me inside you too, Harper?” His murmur stroked her pleasure. “Do you want my fingers in your cunt?”
She nodded, fisting her hands tighter in his hair even as she spread her thighs wider, aching for Keith’s penetrations.
With a low groan, Marc smoothed one hand down her rib cage, into the water, over her belly. His fingers combed through her pubic hair, a distant part of Harper’s mind glad for the fact she’d thought to wax before her trip. And then that thought evaporated as Marc’s fingers found her clit in the cool water.
Found it. Teased it.
“Oh God!” Harper bucked again. She couldn’t stop herself.
On her violent thrash, Marc delved past her
“I’m game, Keith.” She looked at him through lowered lids, raising her arms up behind her head to tangle her fingers in Marc’s damp hair. “Are you?”
He moved, a wake rolling away from his waist as he killed the distance between them. His hands cupped her face before his body pressed close, his thumbs resting on her cheeks as his lips claimed hers.
She moaned into the kiss, her nipples pinching tight. Behind her, Marc’s cock nestled in the crevice of her ass, his hands skimming over her belly, up her rib cage to her breasts.
Harper whimpered, her pussy constricting. The feel of being pressed between the two men was intoxicating. There was no definition for her mind to comprehend. Pleasure surrounded her. Hard, sculpted pleasure.
Her fantasy hadn’t even come close.
Keith’s erection tickled the curve of her mons, his thighs brushing hers in the water. His tongue swept into her mouth, a gentle exploration that belied the urgent want she felt in his cock.
Marc’s fingers played with her nipples, pinching, flicking, twisting. His lips traveled her throat, his teeth nipping her flushed skin. She groaned with each bite, rolling her hips between them.
God help her, she’d never felt so…so…
Keith’s lips left hers, dragging down her throat, over her collarbone. He skimmed the tip of his tongue into the shallow dip at the base of her neck, lowering deeper into the water as he worked his way down her body.
Without a word, Marc scooped up her breasts, holding them in his palms as if offering them to his best friend. Keith took one nipple into his mouth, sucking fast.
Harper bucked in Marc’s arms, her cry loud in the quiet afternoon. “Christ, yes!”
Marc sucked on her neck, brushing his thumb over her other nipple as Keith continued to feast on her breast.
Ribbons of pleasure unfurled through the pit of her belly. Tingles of heat shot to every limb. Radiating from her breasts down to her very core. She squirmed, her pussy prickling with sudden heat. Her clit ached. She tried to push her thighs together but Keith’s hands stopped her.
He flattened his palms to her upper thighs, his thumbs tracing circles over her flesh. His tongue and teeth and mouth tormented her nipple, the suckling pressure growing fiercer. Behind her, Marc kneaded her breasts, his mouth exploring the side of her neck, her jaw. His tongue swiped into the shell of her ear before he captured her lobe with his teeth.
She hissed at the shard of pleasurable pain the bite awoke, bucking her hips forward.
Keith took advantage of her shift, his thumb grazing the seam of her sex.
“Oh,” she panted, rolling her head. The sun beat against her closed eyelids. The water lapped against her skin. Her senses were in overdrive, her body more aware of every caress, every touch, than she could fathom.
When Keith dipped his thumb into her pussy, she gasped.
When Marc pinched her nipple, she begged for more.
“Fuck, I want to be inside you,” he groaned against her throat.
She whimpered, Keith’s thumb inside her heat, his sucking mouth on her nipple, denying her the ability to form words.
Or perhaps it was Marc’s cock grinding against her butt. His hands massaging her breasts.
“Do you want me inside you too, Harper?” His murmur stroked her pleasure. “Do you want my fingers in your cunt?”
She nodded, fisting her hands tighter in his hair even as she spread her thighs wider, aching for Keith’s penetrations.
With a low groan, Marc smoothed one hand down her rib cage, into the water, over her belly. His fingers combed through her pubic hair, a distant part of Harper’s mind glad for the fact she’d thought to wax before her trip. And then that thought evaporated as Marc’s fingers found her clit in the cool water.
Found it. Teased it.
“Oh God!” Harper bucked again. She couldn’t stop herself.
On her violent thrash, Marc delved past her
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