Page 112 of Rock Giant

Oh, hell, that was sweet.Unexpected, and sweet.Even through the condom it was nearly more bliss than he could handle.She started fellating him, moving her hand in time with her sucks.

“Hell, yeah!”Nash remarked.“Get it all in there.Take the whole fucking length of him.”

She tried.

He hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed.

“Ca..castle...damn!”He meant to stop her, but his hands wound up in her hair, encouraging her instead.Okay, so as a matter of fact, he was sensitive, and he’d been hard for her and aching for her for quite some time now.He didn’t want it to stop, but if she kept it up, they’d never get as far as being connected, and he wanted them connected.He wanted her heat around him and her breasts in his face, and the slip and slide of her riding him.God, yes, he wanted to be ridden.

“Sweetheart...”

She started caressing his balls, and his taint...and back to his balls.Dammit, it was like she had a map of all his most sensitive spots.How did she know?Had somebody told her?

She started an upwards climb again, still with her mouth on him, still with those appreciative groans happening alongside her kisses.Eyes closed, he basked in the sensation.Once she got to the tip of him, he was going to pull her to his mouth, and fuck what Nash thought.

One step, two step...His cock bucked in response to every kiss.

Unexpectedly, she grunted, as she was shunted forward against Paul’s body.Her nose hit his chest, and she turned her head so that her cheek was against him.

Paul opened his eyes, figuring she’d lost her balance and slipped, only to find Nash behind her, hands on her arse, standing in the aisle between the two beds.

She gave a surprised moan.“Nash, I thought….”

“That I was going to sit back and watch.Change of plan.How can I resist when your arse is wobbling away like that and your pussy’s dripping?Hold still for me now.That’s it.Fuck, baby.Yeah.You’re so slick for me.”

Lead weights settled in Paul’s belly.The bastard was inside of her, was fucking her like he had every right to fucking intrude.Seeing, hearing, feeling that.It was like someone was cheese grating his innards.

The wanker.The fucking wanker.

They’d been so close.He’d been about to kiss her, tell her exactly how much he loved her, and then give her every ounce of pleasure his body was capable of.

Idiots.They were fucking idiots.

They’d been so focused on one another they’d forgotten all about Nash, so of course he was punishing them for it.That was supposing he’d ever intended to honour the deal.

Paul’s muscles twitched.He wanted so badly to rip them apart, but he was trapped beneath the weight of them both, being used as a goddamn pillow while Nash dirtied her with his cock.There was no way to punch the guy without dislodging her, and no way he could do that without risking hurting her too.

He wanted all that volcanic heat wrapped around him and sucking him in.Most of all, he wanted the noises leaving her throat to be entirely his doing.For them to be so raw and utterly filthy in their carnality that they’d wind up etched onto his eardrums the way the rest of her was already etched into his heart.Instead, he was stuck being used as a pillow while her beautiful furrow was being ploughed by an incompetent prick.

Scenes of gory, wanton dismemberment filled his thoughts.

It was a testament to how much Jodi turned him on that he stayed hard.Her hand still clasped around him probably helped, as too, most likely, did the sixteen…seventeen days of abstinence prior to this.Wanking in the shower didn’t count.

Oh fuck!

Luthor had warned him.He’d told him.

Paul had dismissed it, because whatever, he’d had threesomes before, he’d celebrated May Eve and several other seasonal festivals amidst tangles of limbs.Those times had been fun.This wasn’t fun.

This was agony.

He didn’t want Curtis fucking Nash fucking her pussy, he wanted to be the only man with that right.The only man giving her the pleasure she deserved.

Fucking imps with their fucking hot pokers stabbing him in the chest.

If not for the matter of weights and angles, he’d tear the bastard a new arsehole and then drop kick him off the balcony.

“You feel so good, Jo-Jo.Always so good.Your pussy’s coating me like a wet little glove.You were made for me honey.Gonna spill.Almost there.”Nash kept on hammering himself home, slamming her against him.