his back as she came around his thrusting cock.
After she lay quiet under him, keeping his cock in her pussy, he rolled them over. He lay on his back with her on top, still impaled on him. “All right?” he asked softly, stroking his hands over her ass.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered. She brushed her lips against his. “Do you know your dick feels better every time we fuck?”
He smiled and slapped her ass. “Ditto for your pussy.”
“Hmmm.” She rubbed her big, warm breasts against his chest. “You're just saying that because it's true.”
He laughed and licked her lips. Lord, he loved a sexually confident woman.
She lifted her upper body and glanced over her shoulder. “So? Are you going to stand there all afternoon playing with that big, delicious dick of yours, handsome, or are you going to come join the party?”
Damien, naked and aroused, pushed himself away from the closed bedroom door, and crossed the room to the bed. He picked up the lube lying on the nightstand and got on the bed.
Grinding herself on Clay's cock, she reached back to part her ass cheeks. “Lube me up, gorgeous, bring your tight ass and your big, sugar dick over here, and shove it deep up my ass.”
Moments later, with Damien kneeling between their legs, Cami moaned against Clay's lips as Damien thrust his entire cock into her ass with one hard movement.
Damien reached between their bodies and cupped his hands over Cami's breasts. He lifted her slowly until Clay's cock slipped out of her pussy and she kneeled on the bed, grinding her ass against Damien's groin. She leaned back against him, linking her arms over his shoulders and around his neck. “Oh, yes, Damien, your cock feels so good ... as if it was made just for my ass.”
“It was.” Damien slipped a hand down her body to stroke her pussy, closed his eyes, and groaned softly as he gently fucked her. “Oh, damn, Cami, I've been dreaming about you and this big, black ass of yours for weeks.”
“Why didn't you call me, gorgeous? You know this ass is yours anytime you want it ... anytime at all.”
“That's all the time.”
Sighing in resignation, Clay rolled onto his side. He rose and discarded the condom he clearly would have no further need of. Leaving them alone, he walked into the adjourning bathroom.
When he returned to the bedroom after a fifteen-minute shower, Damien lay on his back on the bed. Cami sprawled between his legs. Clay could see the clear outline of Damien's cock against one of her cheeks.
As he dressed, he watched her suck Damien's cock with a heat and hunger that made him hard again. When Damien clamped his hands over the back of her head and came, she kept her lips over him, swallowing his cum.
Damien groaned and lay against the bed.
Cami released his cock and rose onto her knees. She turned to look at Clay, her dark brown eyes glowing, and a satisfied smile on her lips. “Are you leaving?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
She walked across the room and looked up at him. “Why?”
“This feels like three’s a crowd.”
She glanced at Damien before looking up at him again. “I hope you don’t mind.”
He shook his head slowly. “No.”
“Good.” She smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Drive safely,” she told him and climbed back on the bed to lie between Damien's legs.
Damien was still aroused and Clay watched in dismay as she lifted her hips, pressed Damien's bare cock against her slit, and sank down on it, driving it up into her pussy.
“Oh, my God, you have the sweetest dick in existence, you gorgeous boy.”
Instead of protesting, Damien wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled her onto her back. “That's what I'm thinking about your pussy, baby. This has got to be the sweetest, tightest, juiciest cunt ever.”
“And it's all yours, handsome.”
“That's what I want to hear.” He kissed her as he began fucking her hard and fast, thrusting his cock in her with all the hunger of a man discovering the joys of