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Beer Can Dick moaned appreciatively. “Shit, yeah.”
“You got her shit so wet. Fuck her hard, man.”
“Oh, God, yes. Fuck me, fuck me,” Brenda panted helplessly.
Roselle’s eyes darkened as he watched the wet glide of Beer Can Dick’s shaft go in and out of Brenda’s cunt.
He probed deep, not necessarily scraping the mouth of her cervix, but deep enough to send a spasm of ecstasy ricocheting through Brenda’s body. Brenda furrowed the back of her head deeper into the pillow as she arched her body up into the heat, absorbing the weight of each thrust, melting, melting, melting . . .
“You like that, baby?” Roselle rasped, looking down at Brenda through a lust-lidded gaze that sent shivers through her. He stared at Brenda with stark approval in his eyes as her eyes rolled up in the back of her head in response to the rhythmic pounding in and out of her body. And just when she was on the cusp of another orgasm, Beer Can Dick pulled from her body, causing her to whimper in protest as her pussy clutched around the emptiness.
Roselle grinned as he finally pulled his dick out of his boxers, holding it in his hand. “You ready for this dick in your mouth, baby?” he murmured. “Me and my man gonna fuck the shit outta you. You want that, baby?”
Brenda nodded wordlessly, winding her hips into the mattress, thrusting her pelvis upward in greedy need.
The plum-sized head of Beer Can’s dick nudged her opening just as Roselle cupped her jaw in his hands. Brenda cried out as Beer Can Dick surged forward, spearing her open in one wide stroke. But her cries were quickly silenced as Roselle forced her mouth open and slid his dick to the back of her throat.
Beer Can Dick stretched and plundered her cunt as Roselle stretched open her mouth, fucking into her throat, both men matching the other’s thrusts, bringing her to tears, to orgasm, to indescribable pleasure.
Oh, God, yes . . .
Brenda croaked out another moan. Her lids fluttered before her gaze locked with Roselle’s. She loved him.
“You ready for this cream?” Roselle rasped. “Uh, uh . . . you want this nut on your face?”
Brenda moaned over his dick, and her wet mouth splashed out drool and spit.
She yelled hoarsely as Roselle tore his dick from her throat and began fisting his shaft in long, rapid strokes. As the first splatter hit her face, she felt the hot spurt of cum splash onto her breasts as Roselle swung his dick side to side, like a watering hose.
Beer Can Dick groaned as he freed himself from Brenda’s wet clutch, tearing off his condom, and then quickly stroking himself.
Roselle groaned. He shot more of his hot cream onto her burning flesh, just as Beer Can’s nut shot out from his dick, his release spurting out onto her stomach and then over her swollen sex. It ran down into the seam of her pussy and slithered down into the crack of her ass.
Roselle leaned down and planted a long, passionate kiss on her lips. Then whispered, “Happy Anniversary, baby.”
Brenda smiled and then murmured, “Happy Anniversary. I love you.”
Roselle leaned over her body and slid his hand over cum-soaked pussy. “I love you, too, baby.” He smeared Beer Can Dick’s cum over her clit and then dipped two fingers into her wet, juicy hole.
Brenda gasped.
Passion Island had brought her and Roselle closer, made their connection much deeper. No, they weren’t perfect. But they were perfect for each other. She’d decided that she didn’t need to know if their eight-year-old daughter was his or not. Roselle thought he was and he loved her in a way that only a father could. So, yes, he was her father. And Brenda’s heart told her so.
Roselle’s curled fingers found her spot.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh . . .” Brenda slid her hands up her belly and to her breasts. She plumped them up and out with her palms and then flicked her tongue out, licking over her skin for Roselle’s nut. Her body shuddered. Her cunt clutched Roselle’s working fingers.
“That’s right, baby . . . come for me,” he whispered.
Surprisingly, he hadn’t been caught cheating since they’d returned home from the retreat. In fact, he’d told her he no longer had the desire to cheat, especially now.
And she wanted to believe him. For the first time in a long time, maybe she finally would.
Brenda closed her eyes.
And mewled, clawing at the sheets.
Oh God, she was coming and coming and coming. And falling in love with Roselle all over again in a way she hadn’t known possible. This was what Passion Island had taught her, this was what she’d desired, needed—unfurled sinfully dark, forbidden desires.
