More Than Lies (More Than #1)(13)

As I enter the living room, I retrieve my wallet from my back pocket to remove a condom. Once I have it out, I stuff my wallet back in its place and tear open the wrapper. Tossing the foil pack to the ground, I push my jeans down and roll the latex over my junk. When I reach my playmates, I grasp Misty’s hair into my hand once again. You could say I have a thing for pulling a woman’s hair. I like the control I feel when I do it.

“You ready for this?” Mason already has his pants kicked off at the other end of the couch with a transparent condom covering his own junk positioned under her pussy, ready for me to give the word.

“Fuck, yes.” And with that, my fist tightens while I place my palm onto her bare shoulder. Without warning I shove her down onto Mason’s dick. “Oh, my fucking God.” She says on a scream because she wasn’t expecting the force. I smile as Mason grits his teeth. He was expecting it, but it’s always the same reaction with him.

“Lean forward, darlin’,” I demand as I lightly push on her head to lean her closer to Mason.

After shucking my pants and kicking them off, I position one leg onto the couch next to Mason’s leg, settling in directly behind Misty. Grabbing my dick in my hand, I pour a generous amount of lube on me. After dropping the small plastic bottle to the floor, I position my cock against her tight opening and move my eyes to meet Mason’s telling him I’m ready. He backs a few inches out of Misty without coming completely out.

“Hey, Misty?” I call out to her as I reach into my pocket to retrieve the smooth material, bringing it up next to my head and shaking my hand to show Mason. He grins.

“Yeah,” she breathes.

“Cross your hands behind your neck, wrists together.”

“Why?” My jaw locks and I punch forward, forcing myself inside about two inches causing her to yelp. I had intended on being gentle until her intrusive question fell out of her lips.

This is our game and the bitch needs to understand she is just a participant.

“Because I said so.” It’s a bark and I shove inside another inch. Her arms immediately comply, going up and locking together behind her neck. With my palm, I smack her ass cheek before looping the material around her wrists. Once secured the way I want them so she can’t easily pull loose, I move my hands lower, cupping her hips and pressing forward, gently, until I’m buried deep inside her hot ass. “That’s much better, isn’t it?”

“Sure, but how am I supposed to balance myself?” Her muscles tighten, squeezing my cock.

“You’re not. We got you, babe,” Mason drawls after draining the contents of his beer and dropping the glass bottle to the carpeted floor. “Just relax and let us fuck you into oblivion.” She complies, her muscles loosening a fraction from around me.

Mason nods his head and I pull myself backward as he flexes his hips upward, invading her cunt.

“Oh, God . . . fuck me, oh God.”

“We are, sweetness.” Mason chuckles as he eases back down to the couch. I press forward, meeting her back as I take myself as far as I’ll go. “How do we feel?”

“A-fucking-mazing.” After another few seconds of sliding in and out of both of her orifices we find a rhythm and start pumping away. Her ass is tight, and feels oh so good. I won’t last long. Not that I care, but I have to hold back long enough.

“Oh, my God.” Misty squeals out telling me Mason has applied his thumb to her clit. I grate my teeth together in order to gain my control, but this chick’s ass is so tight. She needs to hurry the hell up.

“I’m going to come, oh . . .” Thank fuck because the pressure in my balls is becoming too much. I look to Mason so that we can get our timing accurate and blow this girl’s mind. He nods, once.

“Sweetness, how close?” he asks with a tight expression. I can feel her muscles starting to contract when I press back in.

Pulling back out slowly I start to mouth, “On three.” I slowly press in one last time. “One.” Misty can’t hear me and luckily the concentration on giving Mason the cue has allowed me to regain control over my body. “Two.”

“Now, I’m . . . oh shi . . .”

“Three.” With as much force as I can muster, I ram my cock into her at the same time Mason forces himself back into her pussy. Misty lets out a bloodcurdling scream that pierces my ears, but I shake it off.

If I didn’t know it was an explosive orgasm that ripped through her, I would I have thought we might have hurt her. But when her body falls limp against mine with a whimper escaping her lips, I know she is more than fine.

Pulling out, I look to Mason who gives me the go ahead. That’s all I needed and I start pounding in and out of her. Mason is doing the same. “No, it’s too muc . . . oh.” I don’t stop. Neither of us gives her an ounce of mercy. She’ll come again and be thankful in the end. The pressure builds at a rapid pace inside me. My body thrusts on its own accord. This is the release I need. These are the moments I look forward to. When everything I feel inside me stills. In and out, my pursuit to release continues on.

A roar tears from my lips upon spilling myself into the condom as a long drawn out moan from Misty seeps into my ears. Just as quick as the buildup started, it’s now gone. I’ve gotten what I wanted. I’m satisfied; for now, at least.

Pulling out of her, I remove myself from the couch and walk to the bathroom to discard the used protection and to clean off my dick.