Soul Possession(9)

He gripped her hips and guided her down.

“Open yourself for me, sweetheart.”

Swallowing back her nervousness, she reached tentatively down, sliding her fingers through damp, swollen flesh. She spread her folds just as his tongue swept over her opening and up to her clit.

“Perfect,” he breathed. “Fucking perfect. Stay just like that, doll.”

Soon though, remaining still was impossible. She moved back and forth, guiding his mouth to the places she most wanted his tongue. He nuzzled, nibbled, and licked and she had to reach with her other hand to grip the headboard so she didn’t collapse on him.

“You two are killing me,” Truitt groaned.

Jessie tensed as the beginnings of her orgasm built rapidly, burning like an intense fire. Rick eased her backward until she sat on his chest and they stared at each other, both trying to catch their breath.

“I didn’t want you to come yet,” he said. “I want to be inside you when that happens.”

He reached for the condom and she moved back down his body. With shaking hands, he rolled the latex over his rigid c**k and then held out his hand to her.

She slid her fingers into his and then arched over him, reaching with her other hand to position him. They both held their breath when the head lodged against her entrance.

She slid slowly down, closing her eyes at the exquisite fullness. He stretched and strained her limits. She pulled tight around him, clutching him deeper, and she wondered if she’d even be able to take all of him in this position.

“Be easy, sweetheart. Don’t hurt yourself,” he gasped out.

But she was determined to bring them both ultimate pleasure.

She inched downward, sucking in her breath. She was light-headed with the sheer decadent thrill of his possession. Or was it her possession?

As her ass came to rest on the tops of his thighs, she paused, absorbing the sensation of having such a large c**k wedged tightly inside her pu**y. She felt impossibly full and stretched tight.

Warm hands slid sensuously down her back and she arched into Truitt’s touch like a cat. He pushed her forward the tiniest bit and then stroked over her behind, allowing his fingers to brush over the seam.

He parted her cheeks and touched the tip of his finger to her opening, eliciting a gasp of surprise. He pushed inward just a bit and she was surprised at the ease with which he penetrated her tight ring. It was then she realized that he’d used lubricant.

“Just relax and enjoy it,” Rick said as he smoothed his hands over her waist and then over to cup her br**sts. “We want to make you feel good. We want you to want this as much as we do.”

He brushed his thumbs across her taut ni**les and ripples of pleasure rolled through her body. Then Truitt pushed in a bit more even as he pressed a tender kiss to the middle of her back.

With one hand he caressed and kneaded the flesh of her behind as his other finger worked carefully in and out of her ass. Rick stroked and toyed with her ni**les and every once in a while he’d flex his cock, sending mini spasms through her pu**y.

She was already impatient, even though she knew she’d never be able to take Truitt so soon. She sighed and lifted her ass when Truitt eased another finger through her opening and stroked in an out, spreading the cool gel. Then he slid one finger all the way in and she gasped in surprise—and pleasure.

“God, you’re tight,” Truitt gritted out. “It’s killing me to think of f**king this sweet ass.”

“Ditto,” she muttered, moving back, impatient for more.

When he added a third finger, stretching her to accommodate the added width, she felt the first pinch of pain. Instead of shying away, she moaned softly and embraced the stretching burn.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Truitt whispered. “You’re so f**king beautiful, Jessie.”

His fingers moved faster and with more force. Occasionally he stopped to add more lubricant, always making sure his entry was slick and easy.

She closed her eyes and began to anticipate just how it would feel when he thrust his big c**k into that tiny opening, stretching her, forcing his way in, making her accommodate him.

Sweat beaded her forehead and her breaths came in short, erratic puffs.

“Jesus, Tru, you need to hurry or she’s going to come and I’m not even moving,” Rick groaned.

“She’s not ready,” Truitt said. “I’m not going to hurt her.”

“Please, just try,” she begged. “I’ll stop you if it’s too painful. What you’re doing feels so good. I want you inside me. I want you both inside me.”

Truitt muttered a curse and then his fingers left her. A moment later she felt his hands on her ass again, parting her cheeks. This time the blunt crown of his penis replaced his fingers at her opening. She could feel the cool slide of the lubricant over the condom as he pushed forward.

Inch by agonizing inch, he applied pressure but never too much. Every time she thought she wanted him to stop, he seemed to sense her discomfort and he’d pause. Then he and Rick would caress her, kiss her, offer words of encouragement and praise.

Rick pulled lightly at her ni**les, working them between his thumb and finger. Just as he pinched a little harder, Truitt pushed into her, shoving past her resistance so he was all the way inside her ass.

Her back bowed and she threw back her head. She twitched and jittered as she reacted to the pulsing heat of two cocks buried deep inside her body.