Sweet Seduction (Sweet #3)(37)

And then he moved forward, proving her wrong as he worked a little deeper.

She wiggled. She squirmed. She was on the verge of coming completely and utterly undone. Her breathing was too fast, she knew, but there was little she could do to slow it down.

Part of her wanted to scream for him to quit while the other part of her wanted to yell at him to just do it. Take her. Fuck her until she had no inkling that they were separate beings.

An almost primitive rage built within her. She wanted to turn around and snarl at him, take him and take him hard. Claim his mouth, his body, jump on him and f**k him as hard as she wanted to be f**ked.

No longer willing to wait, to be patient or to enjoy his gentle initiation, she pushed back, taking more of him, as much as she was able before he halted her with his hands. They shook against her, betraying his seeming control. This was as hard for him as it was for her.

Now he was lodged halfway into her ass, and she panted, trying to suck more air into her tortured lungs. His hands came to rest over her hips, his touch light, inquiring.

"You're not hurting me," she said with a moan. "More. I need more."

Her words seem to shake loose his gentle regard. He tilted his hips and sank deep, his hips coming to rest against the flesh globes of her ass. The crisp hairs surrounding the base of his dick tickled her skin as she squirmed harder.

"Goddamn it, move!"

A low chuckle reverberated over her skin. Even his damn laugh was sexy. Low and husky. Where the hell was the other guy?

He leaned down and pressed a kiss between her shoulders, right along the ridge of her spine. Damn, that was a sensitive spot, and he felt good. So good. How could something so simple as a well-placed kiss turn her to butter?

Not content with that one little kiss, and not seeming inclined to accommodate her demand to move, he trailed his mouth lower, taking a line down the middle of her back, dragging that beard and his full lips over her skin.

His hands splayed out over her hips, his fingers wide and sprawling. Finally he moved, dragging his c**k back, nearly withdrawing completely before sliding forward in one long, delicious thrust.

He stroked and petted her skin, soothing her, reassuring her that he wouldn't take things too far. It was as if he spoke, because she knew, she knew he was holding a tight line of restraint.

And she had no choice but to play it his way in her current position.

He retreated again and then fed his c**k into her ass inch by agonizing inch until once again he pressed firmly against her cheeks.

Full, so full. Stretched around his dick, pinned to the bed underneath his muscled body.

Then to her utter shock, he leaned down, slid his arms underneath her belly and lifted her up. He pulled her back, leaning as she sat on his cock, her back pressed solidly against his chest.

Her bottom rested on the tops of his thighs, and he scooted awkwardly toward the edge of the bed. He rolled slightly to his side, his c**k still buried tight in her ass, each movement sending it deeper. She gasped, part in pleasure, part in pain as the fullness overwhelmed her.

When he attempted to move his legs, he slipped out. Before she could move back toward him, her other lover grasped her firmly around the waist and lifted her. Dear God, this man had to be strong. He'd lifted her as easily as a sack of potatoes, and she was no dainty lightweight.

He lowered her down, and the other man reached for her, curling his hands around her waist as they both lowered her onto his straining c**k again.

When he missed, he hastily reached down to grab his erection and guide it into her ass.

Her upright position pressed all her weight downward so that no part of his c**k wasn't inside her. His arms came around her, holding her reassuringly. His hands palmed her br**sts, rolling the tips between his fingers.

Gradually he roved downward, letting his palms glide over her belly and then lower, between her legs to her pu**y. He fingered her gently, petting and stroking the sensitive folds, parting them and then delving into her wetness.

The other man grasped her legs just above her knees, and he spread her thighs, opening her further. Her first lover started to recline, holding her tightly against him as he lay back.

Holy hell. They were going to . . . Shit. Her brain and body went into overload. She trembled uncontrollably, her legs shaking, her mouth dry and her senses screaming for mercy.

Mercy, hell, she didn't want any such thing.

He stepped between her parted legs, between the other guy's parted legs. She'd sell her soul to be able to see them right now, but her imagination was going to have to suffice, and she'd never been accused of not having one.

Placing one hand on her belly just below where the other man's hands cupped her br**sts, he tucked his c**k against her pu**y and pushed.

Her body resisted the dual invasion, but he persisted, exerting steady pressure.

Tight. She was so incredibly tight with one c**k buried in her ass. It made her pu**y nearly inaccessible.

He pulled back after she flinched, and she heard the soft squeegee sound of the oil being squirted. A second later, he pressed against her pu**y again, this time his passage eased by the slick liquid.

In one hard thrust, he was in to the hilt.

Fire burst and exploded around her. Thank God they both stopped, not moving even a centimeter as she fought the wicked thrill of having two cocks stuffed into her body.

Their hands glided over her body, so light and caring. It baffled her, this extreme care they took with her. To them she should have just been an easy lay, some chick who wanted a quick f**k, but they didn't treat her like a piece of meat. Because of that, the experience . . . ah, the experience. It was grander, more exciting, more mind-blowing than she'd ever imagined.