My laughter ended when she dropped her arms, reaching behind and between us to stroke my cock. That time, she was the one who chuckled. “You're ready to burst,” she said, so soft that Kite's groans almost muffled her.
Narrowing my eyes, I wrapped her fingers around my length. One hand bound her wrists there, the other went back to teasing just an inch from her swollen clit. “Maybe,” I admitted. “But so are you.”
“Stop arguing,” Kite snapped, digging his palms into Marina's ass so he could increase his tempo.
Lifting an eyebrow, I tangled my lips on hers before she could say anything. I was done talking; I wanted to see her thrumming with pleasure.
My fingertip glided right over her clithood, causing her to startle. Making lazy circles, I teased her cunt and drove her closer to the edge.
Not to be outdone, she fisted my cock, palming the head. Marina was on a free fall towards orgasm, but she wanted to take me with her.
Every time this woman came, I wanted more of it. I languished in how she lost herself, and ever since the first time I'd experienced it, it had become my obsession. I couldn't imagine a life without it.
But I might have to, I reminded myself grimly. I know what has to be done, what it will take to keep us safe.
Kite would hate me for it.
I'd hate me for it, too.
Marina's life... our lives... it all balanced on the edge of a bullet. Who pulled the trigger was still to be decided.
“Jacob!” she cried out, erasing my dark thoughts. Marina vibrated, her body bending into a sharp 'C' as her orgasm slammed into her. I was close to crumbling, but I was determined to hold off.
While she panted, I released her wrists. Licking my thumb, soaking it, I brought it low. Stroking between her ass cheeks, I thumbed her puckered entrance. Then, in a firm push, my finger was inside of her, fighting her tight walls.
“I'm not going to last through you doing that to her,” Kite groaned, understanding my plan.
Smirking, I swirled my thumb inside Marina. My brain was fuzzy with her sobs. “That's up to you, not me.”
Kite grumbled something, but it was cut off as Marina tossed her head with a desperate moan. “More, please, just give me more! I can handle it!”
Of course she could, I'd seen it before.
Spitting into my palm, I slathered my cock from base to tip. Gripping her tight, I guided myself into her asshole. Her muscles argued, screaming that they couldn't fit all of me.
She collapsed on Kite, exposing herself, making my penetration easier. Inch by inch, my cock spread her ass and sank deep.
Kite helped the process, keeping her pleasure high to balance the pain. He drove into her with slower strokes, making sure not to mess my pace up. Neither of us wanted to injure her.
Finally, with a groan that came from low in my stomach, I felt my balls brush the globes of her ass. Her sob was muffled; she was biting Kite's shoulder.
Sparks swam in my vision. She was clamping down on me, thrumming around my engorged cock as she came. The dominant beast inside of me was no longer hiding. Her whimpers had brought it to the surface, allowed it to grow and hunt and conquer.
This woman is mine.
Nothing was as satisfying as knowing I owned Marina, that I could claim her tight, hot ass and stretch her to the brink. And she loved it.
Marina constantly amazed me.
Speared between us, she shuddered and drooled. With a brief, shared look, my friend resumed his thrusts. We created a tempo, driving ourselves into this luscious girl and sharing her delight.
With us battling for her attention, her * rippled. This was passion, this was pure ecstasy.
Breathing heavily, I went dizzy with how she crushed me. My cock swelled, her pressure almost too much. Each stroke, I pulled out until just the ridge of my cock-head was inside of her. The sight was erotic, my length pulsing between her cheeks.
“I'm so close,” she sobbed, shaking with the sensations. “I don't—I can't handle it, fuck, I don't think...” Rambling away, she was a contradiction. She claimed she couldn't take it, but all the while, she slammed her ass and * back onto the both of us with gusto.
We were our own symphony, each of us at the helm of an instrument. Marina's strings snapped, her voice keening as she lost control. I closed my eyes, arched my back and snarled. I was going to bury my cock to the hilt inside of her, filling her with my come.
Grunting, I held her steady as my climax shook me. Come shot down my shaft, soaking into her walls again and again. This was as close as we could ever be. My essence was inside of her, and it was only the location that guaranteed this wasn't a terrible risk.
I couldn't think, I only endured the universe that Marina was a part of.
How was there room for me—for all of us—in this world she filled so easily?
Kite was done, too. I felt him finish, knew it had happened because Marina was moaning again. I settled my weight on her, kissing the salt of her skin. Her breathing was labored, I thrilled to feel each twitch of her against me.
Kite went limp, but in mere seconds, he started to speak. “Guys?”
“Hm?” I mumbled, nuzzling Marina's hair.