growled.
"You will come for us, Sarah." Garrett's words were accompanied by a slow tug on my nipple, stretching it taut, just like everything else in my body. I expected him to release the tip, but he didn't, keeping it painfully erect. Tagg shifted his hips and grabbed my knees, pushing them back toward my chest and wide, filling me even deeper. With one aggressive thrust he rubbed a spot deep inside me and I came. It was like falling off a cliff, soaring, soaring through the air. Weightless, mindless, completely free.
Through the rushing of blood in my ears, I heard Tagg's shout and felt him pulse deep inside me.
He slumped down upon me, but most of his weight still remained safely on his forearms, his damp forehead touching mine. Our rough breaths mingled. Slowly, he pulled out and I sucked in a breath at the emptiness I felt once he did so.
GARRETT
I couldn't wait any longer. I considered myself a patient man, but not when waiting to fuck my wife for the first time. She'd had two orgasms and I'd watched her both times. The look of panic just before she came, then the sheer pleasure of it overtaking her was an amazing sight. Seeing her face when Tagg took her maidenhead was something I would never forget. The surprise, the awareness, the succumbing.
Tagg sat back on his heels with a self-satisfied male grin that only came from a good fuck. "She's incredible, brother."
"My turn." The discomfort of waiting was turning into pain, my cock throbbing with the need to be buried deep inside her.
Tagg climbed off the bed and I took his place between her still spread thighs. Glancing down at her pussy, I could see Tagg's seed dripping out, her lips swollen and red, her clit still enlarged and hard. Carefully, I slipped a finger into her slick and creamy depths. She arched her back at the contact. Knowing the copious seed would ease my cock into her, I lifted her up and switched positions so I rested against the pillows on my back with Sarah straddling my waist.
She gasped in surprise at the change. Her hair fell about her like a copper waterfall.
"Ride me, baby."
"Ride?"
"Put his cock in you and ride him like a horse," Tagg directed.
She looked aghast at the idea so I helped her along. Feeling her wet pussy against my belly was my undoing. Taking her by the hips, I lifted her up enough so my cock nudged her opening, then worked her down onto me, one slow inch at a time. She was so small I had to be careful. I was big and hard for her to take me as is, her face pinching at how I filled her, so I tilted her back until she sank onto me all the way.
I groaned at the hot fist clamping about my cock.
She cried out at being filled in this new position. When finally she was fully seated, I started moving her, teaching her what to do. In this position I could see her pussy spread open around my cock, her flat belly, her pert breasts, the arousal on her face.
Tagg knelt on the bed and got behind her, clearing her hair out of the way and nibbling and kissing her shoulder. His hands came up to work her breasts as she started to ride me, learning what made her feel good.
She was so wet, so hot, so tight, her moves so innocent and awkward, that I couldn't hold off my orgasm. It had been too long in coming. I felt the first tingles at the base of my spine, then my balls tightened and I jutted my hips up, thrusting as deep as I could, bottoming out against her womb as I filled her, over and over, with thick ropes of my seed. I couldn't help the groan that escaped my lips. She was heaven.
Sarah continued to lift and lower, even during my climax as Tagg whispered to her, tugged on her nipples, cupped her breasts. “Such a good girl. Your pussy's everything we could ever want. I can tell you're going to come again. I know your body already. That's it.”
She came on my cock, rippling around it, milking the last of the cum from my balls until I was empty. Completely replete. For now, fucking her was enough. Tomorrow, we'd