What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [96]
Rolling off her, he bent to scoop her into his arms. With her dress still falling off, revealing her higher-than-normal breasts, he carried her a short distance across the wide beach until lowering her to the sand, on her feet, next to an old fallen tree. The sun had bleached its trunk nearly white, the remaining remnants of branches nothing but snarled twists of wood. The other pirates joined them and given that her tits were visible, she probably should have felt more embarrassed—but clearly her stay here was having an impact, since she was much more concerned with the need coursing through her now.
Not bothering to be gentle, Brent pushed her against the thick tree stretching across the beach and growled, “Bend over, wench.”
She did so, at the waist, resting her stomach on the smooth tree. She was rewarded almost instantly by the sensation of his hard-on pressing into the center of her ass through their clothes. The sound of her harsh breath mingled with the crash of the tide as she waited—silently begging, Please, please!—for Brent to fuck her.
She let out an almost gleeful sigh when his strong hands pushed up under her dress, sliding smoothly up her thighs and onto her bare bottom.
“Lift her skirt,” she heard him tell one of the other guys. She couldn’t even see which one obliged but felt the sea breeze waft over her skin as the weight of the long dress settled around her waist. In response, Brent let out a small groan and said, “Mmm, look at this pretty, round ass.” When he resumed rubbing the rock-hard column of his shaft there, she wiggled against him, unable to help herself.
Seconds later, he leaned forward, warming her back with his front, until he whispered in her ear. “Ready yourself for pleasure, my lady. Deep pleasure.” And when he began to massage her rear, she couldn’t hold in her moan. Her swollen pussy pulsed and her breasts ached, and any touch helped fill the rough need he’d built in her.
“Now fuck her,” Brent said.
And just as she was registering that he’d made the demand of someone else—new hands molded to her hips and a hard shaft plunged inside her. Despite herself, her body arched, her head dropped back automatically, and pleasure roared through her as her long, low sob echoed through the air. Oh God. So hot, so filling. Brent had primed her, aroused her, and now—oh Lord, it truly seemed any cock would do!
Jenna caught her breath—adjusting to having another man inside her, adjusting to the strange satisfaction it brought—just as that man began to move in and out, pumping, pumping. And God help her, she moved with him, fucking him back.
Just then, Brent appeared in front of her on the other side of the dead tree. Closer to standing upright than bent over now, she still leaned forward into the wood, holding on to it for balance—so she only had to lift her gaze to meet his eyes. She tried to read them, but all she could decipher with certainty was passion.
When his hands rose to her breasts, she sighed and whispered, “Yes.” And when he leaned in to kiss her—deep tongue kisses that permeated her soul—while another man drove his cock into her cunt, she’d never felt so utterly consumed with heat.
This was different than the dungeon. There, she’d been fearful and worried, fighting everything so hard—but now, she very quickly accepted the pure, overwhelming pleasure of the fantasy. She sank into it fully, meeting the cock that fucked her from behind, meeting the warm mouth that kissed her lips in front. Since she was standing, each stroke bored into her more intensely, stretching all through her.
She moaned into Brent’s mouth as he caressed her tits and lightly pinched her nipples. Sensation pulsed through her whole body, out through her fingers and toes, up into her scalp, and soon she struggled to stay on her feet. When her knees gave way, Brent caught her in his arms, as did the unseen lover behind her. And even just that, being in the arms of two men, felt so bizarre and wondrous that she quit thinking and simply went with utter abandon