"Whose pleasure?" she whispered, shaking, trembling as Khalid held her hips, supported her as she pressed herself down on the thick erection.
"Your pleasure, Kia. Any pleasure you need."
"Oh God."
She had never taken anything in this position. Neither in her rear, nor her sex. She had never known it was possible until she had watched the videos with it. Had never imagined she could do it.
She forgot about anything but the erotic intensity now. Chase eased her up until her upper body was straight, her rear flaring open, taking the hard c**k as she stared back at Chase.
"Chase." She was shaking.
She could feel herself parting. There was no other sensation to detract from this, nothing to ease the brutal reality or the violent pleasure tearing through her.
"Slow and easy, sweetheart." He lifted first one leg, then the other, drawing them forward, easing her back as Khalid's hands continued to support her. "Take him slow and easy."
Chase watched as the thick, dark flesh of Khalid's erection worked inside her. Khalid knew a woman's body better than most men. Knew when to dominate, when to give up the lead.
Chase reached out, parted the swollen, flushed curves of her pu**y and watched her juices ease from her vagina to seep along the flesh of Khalid's c**k that she hadn't yet taken.
He had never watched this. Never watched a woman take this intimate penetration. But he was watching Kia. Watching as her thighs tightened and she worked Khalid deeper inside her, her cries rising as need rose inside him like an addictive craving. It tightened his stomach, clenched in his balls.
He wondered what it would be like, just once, to take her alone. To use the mirror, to feel her, possess all of her.
"I want to taste you," she cried out again, her voice ragged as more than half the length of Khalid's flesh pierced her. "Chase. Please. Now."
He moved to her, resting on his knees as she turned her head to him and filled her mouth.
"Damn you," he snarled. Because he didn't have to stop watching. As he glanced back to her spread thighs, he saw the mirror on the bureau. Across from the foot of the bed. And there, in full display, was the sight of Kia taking the heavy erection up her ass.
He had to f**k her. He was dying to f**k her.
Her mouth was working over his cock, each sucking draw pulling at the cum filling his balls.
"Khalid?"
"Ah, f**k. Don't make me talk," Khalid snarled. "By damn, she's like a fist around me, Chase."
"Can you hold on?" Just for a minute, he wanted just long enough to fill her mouth before he pushed himself inside that tight pu**y.
"Can I die when we're done?" Khalid panted. "Ah, hell. She's milking me. You'd better hurry."
Hurry?
He closed his eyes, loosed the control quickly fraying and gave her what she wanted. He felt himself exploding, her name on his lips, his se**n spurting into her mouth as he lost something, felt something inside him tear free and pour into her along with his seed.
She was crying, moaning, sucking at his release and taking all of him. And she was hotter, her face filled with more pleasure, with more eroticism than she'd had when she touched the other man.
Drawing back, Chase knew. Something. He needed to think. He needed to think now, and there was no thinking. There was nothing but the need to bury himself inside her.
"Support her, Khalid." He moved between her thighs, looked, and nearly lost his breath.
Khalid was buried deep inside her, his balls drawn tight; his own need to release had to be torturous.
"Sweet little heart." Khalid held her close to his chest now, her head laying on his shoulder as she stared back at Chase.
"My pleasure?" she whispered.
"Your pleasure."
His c**k was painfully hard. He wouldn't last as long as he should, but there was always later. After she rested, napped, he could have more of her. And more of her.
He pressed inside her.
"Oh f**k. Kia. Damn you. Damn you."
Her pu**y was blistering hot, so tight, so snug, he could barely push into her. The violently sensitive flesh of his c**k was screaming out in renewed lust. Her juices dampened it, soaked his flesh and hers as he worked inside her.
"Damn, Chase. No more like this," Khalid was snarling beneath her. "I thought you had better sense."
Better sense? A man was supposed to be in control when Kia's arms reached for him, when she spread her thighs farther and lifted her legs, gripping his h*ps even as the position buried Khalid deeper within her.
"Hard," she whispered. "Take me hard, Chase."
He shook his head, sweat running down his neck, his chest. She was too tight. He didn't want to hurt her.
"I need harder." She writhed, her feet pressed into the backs of his thighs and she moved her hips, lifting and lowering herself as Khalid's strangled groan beneath warned Chase the other man was reaching his limit.
He gripped her thighs and pushed. His head fell back on his shoulders as he buried inside her in three hard thrusts, hearing her screams in his ears, her demand for more.
"Take me," she was crying. "Take me hard. Oh God, Chase. Take me now. Hard and deep."
It was a demand, filled with sexual heat and desperate need. And once he was buried inside her, he couldn't stop.
His hands gripped her h*ps with bruising strength as he surged inside her, synchronizing with Khalid in a natural rhythm as he felt it. He felt his chest tightening as he watched her face, watched her watch him, watched emotions fill her, reach out to him, sink into his flesh.
"Chase, damn," Khalid was snarling behind her, his face a mask of twisted pleasure as Kia reached up to him, touched his face, his lips. And exploded around him.
A heartbeat later his eyes widened. Khalid was shuddering behind her, buried inside her, as he released into a condom even as Chase hadn't used one.
"Ah, God." He was plunging inside her, stroking, desperate. He threw his head back, pulled from her with a snarl of rage and covered the painfully hard flesh with his fingers as spurts of release exploded from the throbbing head.
He pumped his hand over his cock, remembering nights, so many nights he had done this, thinking of her, dying to touch her. And now his release glistened on her belly, her thighs.
Her gaze was slumberous, exotic now. Sweat dampened, sated for the moment, she ran her fingers through the seed that had fallen to her belly and brought them to her mouth.