Masters & Lovers Box Set One

Michael's not gentle. Charlotte's had her reassurance, and this isn't the moment for romance. This is the moment to demonstrate that she belongs to both of us. And that we both belong to her....

Michael is already erect, his shaft purpling by the second. He pries her knees open, shoving her thighs wide, and with no niceties, pushes two fingers inside, giving her a brief finger-fucking before pulling free again, tasting the fingers with the air of a connoisseur. Even from my position at the other side of the bed, I see the gleam of her juices.

"Yup, thought you'd be wet already," he says. "Good thing we're both ready for you, eh?"

She's quaking and panting, her eyes not leaving the length of him as he clambers over her, then in a single movement, hilts himself. Balls-deep inside, he supports himself above her while she gasps from his abrupt penetration. "Come on, let's hear you scream a bit. James likes it when you do that."

My cock throbs satisfyingly....

Yes, he fucking does....

But I'm happy to wait while I watch the show. Michael rams into her, slamming home with each stroke, and with each stroke she yells and shudders, the vibe passing through her body to mine where I still have her pinned at the wrists. And with every stroke and shout, my shaft twitches in anticipation.

She's sweating freely. So's he, with the effort he's putting in, the light gleaming across his shoulders and her breasts. Her breasts shudder as he ricochets into her again, and now her eyes are beginning to roll. Mouth open, red-faced, she looks back and up at me. I give her a wink and a click of the tongue.

Abruptly he rolls away from her, leaving her limp and heaving. "James, you want to take over? I'm going to finish off in her mouth."

Delighted....

Michael pauses a moment as I take my place between her thighs, then tugs her forward so her hips edge the bed. As I get her into position, I drop down to kneel. She's hot and open and pungent. And as I take my first taste, I hear Michael speaking....

"Tighten up. Lips around your teeth."

.... and as I lap at her delectable entrance, her voice muffles.

Between her own arousal and Michael's forthright fucking, she's already gaping and swollen, pussy lips inflated, red and shiny and slick. Honey coats her thighs, and the auburn of her loins glistens. All I have to do, aside from enjoying my mermaid in my preferred manner, is to ease her along....

Her clit, small and stiffly erect, begs to be sucked, but I'm of a mood to indulge myself....

It's not as though Michael doesn't have her attention....

In fact, her body is rocking with the face-fucking he's delivering, and to stay steady I have to anchor myself with a palm flat against either thigh.

I'll cope....

.... Somehow....

Gagged and writhing, pinned under Michael's weight where he straddles her, Charlotte sounds as though she is having a good time.

Smiling to myself, I explore her pussy. Citrus and salt and that piquant tang which is uniquely hers, flood my mouth, coating my tongue and, as I swallow, leave an aftertaste of pure sex.

When they say you can 'taste lust'....

I'd thought she was already fully open, but she's still engorging, still opening. Still, I'm feeling greedy, stretching her wide with my fingers, using elbows to prop myself against her thighs as she jolts and quakes. Time to make her sing.....

Thumbing at her clit, I plant my mouth over her streaming cunt, plying flesh as it begins to pulse with lips and tongue and teeth. Almost vibrating against my close-pressed face, her juices spill hot over nose and chin. Abruptly, there is a slight rocking from above and Charlotte's voice clears....

Michael withdrawing to watch her come?

Her cries grow louder... Edgier.....

... Climax takes her. She can't move. Michael still straddles her. I still hold her. But her body strains, her thighs trembling against my hands as she pulses and throbs and screams her way through orgasm.... And since she can't move, I kneel back on my heels to watch, enjoying the show and my own erection as I stroke it, lubing myself with pre-cum.

Michael, briefly twisting back to grin at me, also spectates the fireworks. Then, as Charlotte relaxes, her voice muffles once more as he presses his shaft to her mouth

But not for long.

He shudders, groans and drops over her, his hips spasming once, twice....

At the third, she finds her voice again, as he withdraws to spurt his last over her face.

And that, I believe, makes it my turn....

Michael pulls away to sit to one side. I rise to lodge my cockhead against the still pulsing muscle of her pussy, savouring the throbbing of her flesh around my own before driving in.... Ah, Jeez....

I was ready for that....

No words capture these moments. Charlotte wails out again, and I groan as I plumb her depths. Finding my rhythm, I thrust, repeat, thrust and repeat, spearing her over and again as I drip sweat onto her already heated skin and her sweat- soaked hair.

And when the moment comes, and I come, I know that all is well as I spurt hot and long into my jade-eyed Love.

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