Furever After by Arielle Lewenhart Read Free Book Online Page B

James made it even more intense by cupping his hands around my ass and giving it a quick squeeze. “Soft,” he said, sliding one hand up the front of my shirt and cupping my breast through the fabric.
     
    I could feel James’ cock pressing into my ass, and I rocked my hips backwards to try to feel more of it. He was thick and long, and the heat radiated through our jeans in a way that was echoed only by the temperature of my pussy. I could feel the aching, burning desire there, and I knew I wanted them both.
     
    Ethan broke the kiss, drawing back and staring me in the eyes with that calm, confident smirk he had. Nothing needed to be said; the way he looked at me, and the passion of his touch, said it all. James spun me around in place, his mouth taking the place of Ethan’s, while Ethan reached around from behind me and cupped my pussy with his hand, stroking it firmly through my jeans. I moaned, grinding my hips down.
     
    If those two didn’t take things further soon, I’d be in a bad place. I could feel my juices soaking through my panties, and I couldn’t remember a time my nipples had ever been so hard. The two men continued to tease me, but James’ kiss kept me so unfocused on anything else that it was difficult to object.
     
    Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Ethan removed his hand — despite my moans and protests — and unsnapped the front of my jeans. He opened them just enough to slip his hand inside, stroking me through my now-completely-wet panties. He let out a sound of surprise. “Wow, Liz. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He chuckled, stroking me again and making my moans turn into near-screams of ecstasy.
     
    I felt a finger slip down the front of my panties and press hard against the front of my clit. I almost couldn’t stand when he stroked gently against the hardened nub, but even that paled in comparison to when he slid the finger inside me. Ethan kept one hand on my ass, squeezing it gently in time with his strokes. I could feel his cock against me now, his finger inside me. He made a come-hither motion that sent my knees wobbling, but James held me up, his tongue still firmly prodding the inside of my lips, tasting and exploring.
     
    James slid a hand up the front of my shirt and underneath my bra, cupping my bare breast and running a hand across the nipple he found there. Between that touch and Ethan’s ministrations, I couldn’t resist any longer. The orgasm hit me like a stalking jungle cat hits its prey: fast and without warning. My knees went weak, but James held me up while Ethan continued to stroke me, guiding me through wave after wave of pure, unfiltered pleasure.
     
    The two men refused to quit, even when I begged them to stop. Their sensual assault on my body had me nearly in convulsions by the time they eventually let up, leaving me panting and dripping with sweat and love juices. They looked at each other and chuckled, then turned their attentions back towards me. After giving me a moment to recover, Ethan stepped forward, dropping his trousers to his ankles and freeing the most glorious cock I’d ever seen. It reached a solid seven inches in length, and easily three in girth. I was amazed not only at its size, but also its beauty; I’d never seen such a perfect specimen of sexual prowess.
     
    Behind Ethan, James did the same, allowing his own cock to spring forth. For a moment, I felt completely lost and bewildered. I barely knew what to do with a single cock, much less two of them! Luckily, it seemed the two of the knew what to do. A part of me wondered if, perhaps, this wasn’t the first time they’d found themselves in a situation like this…and then I decided I didn’t care.
     
    I leaned forward and planted a kiss on the tip of Ethan’s cock, the heat of it nearly burning my lips. He groaned at the contact, thrusting his hips forward slightly so that my lips enveloped first his head, and then his shaft, more and more until the end of it reached