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Chapter 6
Liam
I’m insatiable.
A wolf in the snow. A bear after winter.
I need to fuck.
Snow is a sexily adorable flop of sated limbs and heavy eyes, and Scarlett is still insouciantly fingering her swollen pussy when I emerge out of the bathroom with a cock that still needs attention. It aches and bobs as I walk, and my thoughts are no less clear for having just drained my dick into a tight pussy mere moments ago. I need to fuck more and more and more, and as long as Snow and Scarlett let me, I’m gonna.
Maybe it’s almost dying, maybe it’s just being with these two angels who are so warm and so sweet, but when I walk over to get another condom, I find myself thinking I could get used to this. Not for the night, not even for the week, but for the long haul. For as far as I can think ahead.
Something about their pretty eyes blinking up at me as I approach makes me think they might feel the same way.
It would be easy to split the girls into two different roles: Scarlett the temptress, who’s spreading her legs for me before I’m even gloved in latex, and Snow the sweet girl, who looks like a thoroughly debauched virgin right now.
But even after only some time in bed with them, I can tell it’s not that simple. Snow is surprisingly impulsive, the first of us three to say out loud what she wanted, and she was all fingernails and screams as I rode her pussy. And Scarlett’s little provocations tell me that the siren is eager for a person to take charge of her, that she finds power sexy from either vantage. As someone who owns his own business—land, stock, everything—I know how welcome it is to lay down a burden from time to time.
“I want to be on top,” Scarlett says coyly as I roll on my second condom. She gets to her knees, plucking coquettishly at her nipples. “I want to ride you.”
I gaze at her as steadily as I can—although I’m so hungry to fuck I’m practically growling with it—and I note the sparkling light in her eyes. She’s teasing me again.
I growl.
“You really want that, angel? Or do you want me to ride you? Fuck that pussy to kingdom come?”
Her hands still on her breasts, her lips parting. “Oh.”
“Me driving between your legs and Snow sitting on your face. What do you think, Scarlett? Think you’re ready to be honest with me?”
A flashing grin. “Well, a girl has to try to save her pride and all,” she says. She moves to her back in a graceful movement that leaves me harder than ever. “Not sure how sexy it is to admit that I want to be railed into next week.”
“I think there’s enough pride in simply feeling good,” I point out as I climb the bed and lift Snow into my arms like a limp, gorgeous doll. Scarlett peers up at me with curious eyes as I knee-walk over to her. “Now stick out your tongue for Snow to sit on.”
Snow is squirming to get out of my arms as soon as she realizes what I’m doing, and she doesn’t need any help from me to straddle Scarlett’s face and lower her pussy onto her lover’s waiting mouth. She arranges herself so she’s facing me, and then she reaches back with one hand to grab the headboard as Scarlett gives her well-loved cunt a nice big lick.
I get ready to mount the beauty in front of me, giving her pussy a quick knuckling to make sure she’s still wet enough.
“Please,” she moans against Snow’s folds as I flick a finger over her clit. “Oh, please.”
“Yeah?” I grunt, replacing my finger with the tip of my cock and rubbing her everywhere with it. “You want this?”
“Yes,” she says impatiently. “Please.”
Someday in the future, I’m going to teach this angel how to submit for real, how to let go and just enjoy having her body loved on, but I can feel the heat of her through the condom, I can feel the tiniest hint of clasp when I gently nudge against her hole, and I can’t wait any longer. Not like this, not watching her lap eagerly at Snow’s pussy, not watching Snow’s tits bounce and sway as she rocks over the other angel’s face. Not with heaven only a thrust away.
I thrust.
A gentleman would have taken more care, maybe, would have eased his way inside, but I’ve never been a gentleman, on this mountain or off of it, and I’m certainly not now. Not when my blood is boiling and these angels are so willing and my cock is aching like it’s never been handled before.
And anyway, there’s no way I can regret it when I see how deliciously Scarlett arches, sticking her pert little tits into the air and whimpering up into Snow’s pussy. Not when I can feel every thick inch of me all snug inside her tight cunt.
“Fuck, you’re big,” Scarlett mumbles as she tries to breathe. “Jesus wept. Big.”
“All for you, angel,” I grate out as I give her another thrust and she moans. “This big body is all for you.”
I ride her hard after that. Her pussy is tight, but it’s wet as hell, and I rut into her with all the strength I have, rocking the bed and sending Snow’s slender fingers grabbing on to my shoulders for balance. She pulls me into a fervent kiss, and I’m fucking her mouth with my tongue when she comes. She scrambles down off Scarlett’s face, and before I can even wonder what she’s doing, she’s pressing her own face between Scarlett and me.
There’s a puff of warm air and then the tickling sweetness of her tongue along the top of my cock as she begins to lap at Scarlett’s pouting little clitoris.
“Oh, shit,” Scarlett whines. “Oh, fucking shit, Snow. Snow! God!”
We come together, her violent spasms milking the come right out of my body, and I fill the condom with hot lashes of seed, fucking through it all as if I were really pumping her full like a man intent on claiming. Like a bear, an animal, breeding with a mate.
I bite off the thought with a growl to myself, because if I let myself think much along those lines, I’ll need to fuck both of them all over again. Hell, maybe I will anyway.
I clean up in the bathroom and then return to the bed, where I make myself at home and then pull each of the angels into my chest, where they nestle like little doves. We don’t share any words, we don’t negotiate space or need to find extra blankets and pillows. I am their pillow, they are my blankets, and we know nothing about each other except names and the noises we make as we come, but yet we fall asleep anyway in a cozy tangle free of regret.
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