Contents ( 30)
- Happenstance
- TESSA BAILEY
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Epilogue
- About the Author
- Coming Soon…
The warm, wet juncture of her thighs makes contact with my lap and I make a strangled sound, reaching back to spank her tight ass, as well. It drenches her further. Makes her offer that tongue with more enthusiasm. She scoops her hips a little, reaching back and using the tips of two fingers to press me into her entrance, working her way down my shaft with whimpering kisses that really, really come close to doing my head in. In the best way. If she didn’t specifically tell us what she wanted tonight, I’d lose control about now.
But her wants are our calling. They are musts.
The goddess gets what the goddess wants.
And she wants to feel us all at the same time.
“If I wasn’t obsessed with granting your wishes, you’d be on your back right now, getting it filthy. Is that how you imagined us all those years while you fingered yourself in the dark? In the glow of your phone?” I grind upward with my hips and she trembles, gasps. “Poor girl needed the real thing. You’re getting it now, aren’t you?”
I bounce her in that elevated position, the other two men surging closer to watch her tits jiggle around—and she likes being the star of her own naughty little show. She watches us ogle her with foggy eyes, arches her back to give us a better view, God love her. I smooth my palms up her belly and ribcage, massaging those globes reverently, before delivering sharp smacks to her nipples, experiencing the ripple and flex of her pussy in response. Gritting my teeth at the perfection of it.
I’m obsessed with this woman.
“Come here, love,” I command, no longer surprised to hear the emotion in my voice. Every single one that I possess is hers in this moment. “Banks is going to worship that gorgeous rear end of yours, isn’t he?”
“God yes,” he breathes.
“Lucky man, isn’t he?” I’m pumping into her from below, she’s rocking to meet me. Her forehead is glued to mine, our harsh exhales colliding. This is heaven. “We all want to get lucky at some point, watching our cocks disappear between those cheeks, Elise, but listen to me. You don’t owe us anything.” Her eyes regain a little focus at that. “If this stops feeling like it’s for you at any time, we’re doing it wrong. Okay? It hurts or you don’t like it, we stop.”
Glassy eyed, she nods. Traces my brow with her lips. “Thank you. It…doesn’t feel like it’s for you. I can feel the three of you considering me. Constantly.”
“Good. That’s what we want. That’s what we’re doing. Always,” Banks says into her neck, his body pushing down, down, until we’re sandwiching her between us. His weight presses Elise down onto my lap and blesses me with enough friction to roll my eyes into the back of my fucking head.
Banks doesn’t try and enter her right away. No, he starts to move in the rhythm of our fuck, grinding into each revolution of her backside. His teeth are already clenched and sweat is popping out on his forehead and I know it’s the anticipation sinking into his gut like teeth. “Beautiful woman,” he chants. “Beautiful, beautiful woman.”