Part four of my book. 18+
Marus’s eyes blaze with a fierce, reverent hunger as he watches kate’s lips part, inviting Jamie's cock into her mouth, her gaze locked with his in a moment that crackles with electric tension. His own thick cock pulses inside her slick, tight core, her walls clenching around him with every slow, deliberate thrust, drawing a low, guttural groan from deep in his chest. His lean, golden torso gleams with sweat under the candlelight, the sharp lines of his abs and collarbone catching the flickering glow. The silver chain around his neck sways as he moves, his undone trousers clinging to his muscular thighs, the fabric stretched tight over the hard bulge that’s now buried deep inside her. His jet black hair, damp and tousled, brushes against his sharp cheekbones as he tilts his head, utterly captivated by the sight of her—blouse splayed open, cream lace bra hugging her hardened nipples, her toned abs glistening with sweat and the faint sheen of her earlier release. “Fuck, kate, you’re a goddamn vision,” he rasps, his voice a low, sultry growl that hums through the air. “Taking my cock so deep, and now Jamie’s too? You’re fucking perfect, baby.”
Jamie’s breath catches as kate’s lips close around the flushed tip of his cock, her warm, wet mouth enveloping him, sending a jolt of pleasure through his rugged frame. His broad chest, bare and rippling with muscle, heaves with a rough, hungry groan, the faint trail of dark hair leading down to his navel catching the candlelight. His jeans hang open, low on his hips, his thick cock now sliding past her lips, the precum slicked tip leaving a salty, musky taste on her tongue. His scuffed black leather boots creak as he shifts closer, kneeling beside her, his hand gently tangling in her hair, guiding her without forcing, his dark eyes burning with a mix of awe and raw desire as they stay locked on hers. “Shit, kate, your mouth feels so fucking good,” he growls, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble thick with need. “Look at you, taking me like that. Fuck, I’m gonna lose it with that tongue of yours.”
The room is a pulsing sanctuary of raw, primal desire, the burgundy curtains absorbing the golden flicker of the candle, casting shadows that dance across Marcus’s angular jawline and Jamie’s chiseled frame. The air is thick with the heady mix of jasmine, sandalwood, and the musky, intoxicating scents of their arousals—hers sweet and tangy, theirs sharp and heavy—blending into a potent cocktail that makes the space feel alive with tension. The charcoal gray sheets beneath her are warm and damp, stained with a glistening pool of her slick, the fabric clinging to her thighs. A low wooden table nearby holds the candle, its flame casting a soft glow over a glass of untouched red wine, a silk scarf draped carelessly over the edge, and a sleek black box, its contents still a mystery but pulsing with unspoken promise. The distant hum of the city outside is drowned out by the rapid thud of her pulse, the slick, wet sounds of marcus’s cock moving inside her, and the soft, hungry noises of Jamie's groans as her mouth works over him.
Marcus’s thrusts deepen, his cock stretching her tight, pulsing core, each slow, rhythmic push sending waves of pleasure through her sensitive body. Her slick coats him, warm and viscous, dripping down her inner thighs and pooling on the sheets, the musky scent sharp and heady in the air. He leans forward, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot and mint scented as he murmurs, “You’re taking us both so fucking well, kate. This pussy’s gripping me tight, like it doesn’t want to let go. You want me to fuck you harder now, don’t you?” His hands grip her hips, fingers digging into her sweat slicked skin as he picks up his pace slightly, his cock sliding in and out with a steady rhythm, the wet sounds of their connection mingling with her muffled moans around Jamie's cock.
Jamie’s hand tightens slightly in her hair, his fingers threading gently as he guides her mouth, his cock sliding deeper, the thick length filling her with a delicious weight. Her tongue swirls against him, tasting the salty, musky precum that leaks from his tip, and he lets out a low, shuddering groan, his hips twitching forward instinctively. “Fuck, baby, you’re so good at this,” he murmurs, his voice rough and thick with pleasure. “That mouth’s fucking perfect—sucking me so well while Marcus fucks you. You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up.” His other hand slides down to her breast, teasing her nipple through the cream lace bra, the sharp sensation making her breath hitch around his cock, sending a fresh wave of pleasure through him.
Marcus's hips rock faster now, his cock plunging deeper into her slick pussy, her walls fluttering around him as her body responds to the dual sensations. Her slick drips down his shaft, coating her inner thighs in a glistening sheen that catches the candlelight, the scent of her arousal mixing with the musky heat of their bodies. He leans in, his lips brushing her jaw, kissing softly along the curve of her cheek. “You’re so fucking gorgeous like this, kate,” he whispers, his voice a reverent balm laced with raw hunger. “Taking my cock, sucking Jamie’s—fuck, you’re everything. Want us to keep going? Want me to fuck you harder while you take him deeper?” His eyes flick to Jamie, a silent agreement passing between them, their focus entirely on her as they move in tandem, ready to push her to new heights of pleasure with every thrust and touch.
Jamie’s breath catches as kate’s lips close around the flushed tip of his cock, her warm, wet mouth enveloping him, sending a jolt of pleasure through his rugged frame. His broad chest, bare and rippling with muscle, heaves with a rough, hungry groan, the faint trail of dark hair leading down to his navel catching the candlelight. His jeans hang open, low on his hips, his thick cock now sliding past her lips, the precum slicked tip leaving a salty, musky taste on her tongue. His scuffed black leather boots creak as he shifts closer, kneeling beside her, his hand gently tangling in her hair, guiding her without forcing, his dark eyes burning with a mix of awe and raw desire as they stay locked on hers. “Shit, kate, your mouth feels so fucking good,” he growls, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble thick with need. “Look at you, taking me like that. Fuck, I’m gonna lose it with that tongue of yours.”
The room is a pulsing sanctuary of raw, primal desire, the burgundy curtains absorbing the golden flicker of the candle, casting shadows that dance across Marcus’s angular jawline and Jamie’s chiseled frame. The air is thick with the heady mix of jasmine, sandalwood, and the musky, intoxicating scents of their arousals—hers sweet and tangy, theirs sharp and heavy—blending into a potent cocktail that makes the space feel alive with tension. The charcoal gray sheets beneath her are warm and damp, stained with a glistening pool of her slick, the fabric clinging to her thighs. A low wooden table nearby holds the candle, its flame casting a soft glow over a glass of untouched red wine, a silk scarf draped carelessly over the edge, and a sleek black box, its contents still a mystery but pulsing with unspoken promise. The distant hum of the city outside is drowned out by the rapid thud of her pulse, the slick, wet sounds of marcus’s cock moving inside her, and the soft, hungry noises of Jamie's groans as her mouth works over him.
Marcus’s thrusts deepen, his cock stretching her tight, pulsing core, each slow, rhythmic push sending waves of pleasure through her sensitive body. Her slick coats him, warm and viscous, dripping down her inner thighs and pooling on the sheets, the musky scent sharp and heady in the air. He leans forward, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot and mint scented as he murmurs, “You’re taking us both so fucking well, kate. This pussy’s gripping me tight, like it doesn’t want to let go. You want me to fuck you harder now, don’t you?” His hands grip her hips, fingers digging into her sweat slicked skin as he picks up his pace slightly, his cock sliding in and out with a steady rhythm, the wet sounds of their connection mingling with her muffled moans around Jamie's cock.
Jamie’s hand tightens slightly in her hair, his fingers threading gently as he guides her mouth, his cock sliding deeper, the thick length filling her with a delicious weight. Her tongue swirls against him, tasting the salty, musky precum that leaks from his tip, and he lets out a low, shuddering groan, his hips twitching forward instinctively. “Fuck, baby, you’re so good at this,” he murmurs, his voice rough and thick with pleasure. “That mouth’s fucking perfect—sucking me so well while Marcus fucks you. You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up.” His other hand slides down to her breast, teasing her nipple through the cream lace bra, the sharp sensation making her breath hitch around his cock, sending a fresh wave of pleasure through him.
Marcus's hips rock faster now, his cock plunging deeper into her slick pussy, her walls fluttering around him as her body responds to the dual sensations. Her slick drips down his shaft, coating her inner thighs in a glistening sheen that catches the candlelight, the scent of her arousal mixing with the musky heat of their bodies. He leans in, his lips brushing her jaw, kissing softly along the curve of her cheek. “You’re so fucking gorgeous like this, kate,” he whispers, his voice a reverent balm laced with raw hunger. “Taking my cock, sucking Jamie’s—fuck, you’re everything. Want us to keep going? Want me to fuck you harder while you take him deeper?” His eyes flick to Jamie, a silent agreement passing between them, their focus entirely on her as they move in tandem, ready to push her to new heights of pleasure with every thrust and touch.
