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My soft sigh fills th
e space between us. My tactile exploration of his chest ends with me locking my hands behind his neck. His tongue grazes my lip to get an answer.
“Terrible. One star review. So boring, I almost fe-” Oran slides in halfway.
It’s the third time he’s penetrated me, yet each time surprises me.
“You were saying?” He challenges, not bothering to give more. He grips my hip to keep me from seeking it. “I would stay just like this to tease you, or ban you from my dick for lying…” Oran rolls me onto my back and himself on top of me. “But fucking you feels too damn good.”
He pumps into me with enough force to knock the headboard against the wall. My nails slice into his shoulder, pulling a sexy growl out of him. His kiss is branding and has me gulping for breath once he retreats.
“You want it rough, Trophy? Ready to learn all the ways I love being fucked?” I arch into him, taking his bruising thrusts and mewling for more. Oran’s teeth sinking into my collarbone shocks an orgasm out of me. “Do you have what it takes to be my naughty apprentice?” he pants as I spasm around him.
It’s too much and I want more. Oran turns me inside out yet wraps me up in his sex appeal until I’m willing to do anything for this feeling.
“Yes. Fuck, yes! Anything you want.”
The pounding from next door starts, signaling Jagger and Ainslee’s return. There’s something sexy about fucking at the same time, each couple adding our own erotic mix until the night.
“Your pussy is wetter from hearing our friends fuck, dirty girl.”
He pulls out, flips me into a doggy-style position, then shoves his dick back inside. Fisting my hair, he positions my head until I’m looking at the shadowy wall, only seeing what the moonlight allows.
“Look at it. Imagine it’s a window and we all can see each other.”
My juices slip down my inner thighs and Oran grinds into me while creating a picture I didn’t think I’d want. I’ve never really felt voyeuristic or like an exhibitionist, but damn it’s hot. He applies hot, wet kisses to my spine and neck as he reaches around to toy with my clit. His voice is rough and edging towards losing control when he asks his next question.
“How hard would watching them get off while I fuck you make you cum?”
I fall back over the edge, whimpering through the shock flowing through my body. Oran remains still, leaving his dick pressed to the hilt until I’m done. He allows me to collapse, then rolls me onto my back once more.
He rocks into me, slow yet rough until he’s coating my insides. I wrap my trembling legs around him, asking for everything he has.
The kiss he gives me, as he repositions us on our sides without disconnecting, is gentle and loving yet his special brand of dirty.
“I love you,” he whispers. His gaze is just as connected to mine as his dick still buried inside of me. “But, I’ll have to punish you about having sex fantasies about my best friend.”
I chuckle in the dark as his bullshit kills the after sex mood.
“Shut up, Hell.”
Chapter 34
Oran
I walk back to our room still confused by Mikos announcement that he’s the godfather Jagger and Ainslee’s child. When in the actual fuck was that a possibility? Granted, I don’t know if it’s a desire of Ainslee’s. In that case, I have no horse in the race. I’d never fuck with their union to demand a role that is given as an honor. Now, if this is something that is supposed to be Jagger’s decision, then we’ll have a problem. I shrug it off for now; we have months to iron out the details, but I have a very naked, yet exhausted wife to wake up. I switch the mug from one hand to the next to transfer the heat. The aroma of the green tea teases of nostrils as I push the door open with my hip. Karessa sits up in the bed rubbing her tired eyes with her hair splayed all over her head.
I smile to myself, glad I’ve finally fucked up her perfection. She readjusts herself in the bed to make room for me, her chocolate tipped tits bounce with the movement and aptly grabs my dick’s attention.
“Put those away if you want to join the others for breakfast,” I order her with a kiss on her forehead. “Pomegranate green tea with one sugar for my trophy.”
“Good morning,” she coos.
Still naked, she clasps the mug with two hands to siphon the heat. It’s a comfortable morning like we do this all the time. I think about how we lived in separate rooms to keep our hormones at bay, but this honeymoon has me accustomed to sleeping next to her. Even if we would have made it to the other side of this trip without having sex, her going back to her room would have been unacceptable.
“I’m guessing I need not tell you that your bedroom is now a guest room.” Karessa smiles at me then licks tea from her lips in a way that borders seduction. “Stop it, woman. I’m trying my best not to stick my dick inside of you but you keep trying me.”
Karessa’s laugh is light but has a smokey quality that’s alluring. “Oran, all I did was wake up and tell you good morning.”
