Harem Ring 2: Kelsey's Price (3 page)

I grabbed onto her shoulders for the extra leverage. Angela let her cheek rub against Kelsey's as she cradled her head and kept massaging that bean. I barely caught her whispering, “You two want it so bad. I can feel it.”

Holding on for as long as I could, I pressed harder against Kelsey's body with every pounding drop. Angela pulled her hand out from between us. I felt like my shaft was in a trap, one it was barely able to move in and out of through the incredible wetness.

Kelsey's legs tightened around my body. She was ready to let go.

But I wasn't ready for her to. I pushed through her contractions and reamed myself into her again and again, picking up the intensity with each drive forward. Her voice cracked out, sounding like a woman possessed by some god of indulgence.

It finally got to be too much. I groaned out and fell into her. Kelsey's pussy gripped hard, almost pulling the first load out as it shot into her.

I felt myself empty into her, each jet draining more out of me than the last. Kelsey was a rigid mess of a woman, holding me tight with every limb. With my last blow, I gave in to exhaustion and buried my face in her neck.

Gasping for each breath, I felt Kelsey slowly regain her sense of the world. I leaned up and saw the deep satisfaction in her face. She barely gasped out, “Thank you.”

We both rose up. Angela got behind Kelsey and smiled at me. “I think she's good for now, but what about later?”

My cock felt worn, like a bald tire. As I pulled it out, I got to see that massive load start leaking onto the bench's upholstery. “I think we should handle this like a team. I take her for one go, and then you get the next.” I wiped the sweat from my brow with my arm. “Damn!”

Angela wrapped her arms around Kelsey's shoulders from behind. “You were amazing.”

Kelsey turned her head as Angela let hers rest on a shoulder. Their lips rested against each others. Kelsey ran her fingers through Angela's hair and said, “This place feels like home already.”

Indeed it did. It felt like Kelsey met our desires as much as we met hers. I'd been suspecting Angela of having tendencies ever since she started shacking up with me.

I was finally able to stand. Making my way to the bathroom I'd yet to look at for some cleanup, I looked back to see them having a match of tongue wrestling. I shook my head and said to myself, “Fucking amazing.”

By the end of the rest of the tour, it was agreed. By the end of the week we were a trio, getting exactly what we wanted from each other on a daily basis, away from the rest of the world.

COMPLIMENTARY EXCERPT FROM:

HYPNOTIC INTERVIEW

Hannah’s toes curled as Marlowe rested deep within. She felt the pull of her hair and arced her neck back to feel the scratch of her boss’s cheek against her own. “Do you hate me for taking away your free will?”

She lifted one hand to wrap it around the back of Marlowe’s neck. “Never, sir.”

Marlowe cradled an arm around her ribs to take hold of a breast. The gentle squeeze reassured Hannah that the center of her universe was pleased. She waved her hips, trying to get Marlowe to start using her as she hoped he would.

Without hesitating, Marlowe tried driving himself even deeper. Hannah raised her hips and closed her legs. Finally, his entire length rested inside.

His lips approached as Hannah looked back. She parted her own as his hand took hold of her jaw. Before closing the distance, Marlowe smiled and whispered, “You're everything I could ask for in a servant.”

The forearm nestled in the cleft of her breasts pulled her closer. “Sir, I was hoping I could be your wife.”

Both pairs of lips met as Hannah tried to stifle a whimper from the slight movement of Marlowe's waist. The thumb against her cheek pulled her closer. Their tongues intertwined.

Marlowe broke away. “You've still got a chance at that, depending on how well you serve in the near-future.”

Hannah gasped as she felt another pump. “You mean, until you've finished all of the interviews?”

The grip on her jaw broke as Marlowe let her dance on his cock. “You've got seven to compete against. I recommend impressing me tonight.”

The cold, supple leather of the divan met her cheek through her soft hair. Hannah wiggled her hips to draw him to her deepest point. “Marlowe, why don't you just admit I'd be a perfect wife?”

He surged back. The return clashed against her cervix. “You're a perfect secretary now that you're mine to control, but you're not a perfect wife... Or mother. That's why.”

“Sir, I-” Hannah felt the hard strike of his tip once again. She squalled out, her voice echoing through the high ceilings. She closed her eyes, hoping to get some pleasure out of his punishment.

“Cram it. The more you talk, the less I care.” Marlowe's large hand took a tight mound of ass in its grip. “You're willing to please, but that's about it. At least show me you can do that well.”

A great crack ripped down the middle of Hannah's heart.
Am I not good enough for him?
She opened her eyes and stared into his disappointment. “Very well, sir.”

Hannah focused on the pulsing flesh cramming her walls. She buried her head in the cushions and twisted herself with a rhythm to match her heartbeat. She didn't know how to contain the growing pleasure, letting it out with increasing speed.

She heard the pleasured breathing from behind. Every huff drove her onward. Hannah changed up the motion, waving her hips front to back in a figure-eight.

“Very good.” The light tap on her ass was all Hannah needed. “You can have your free will back, but only until I come.”

Hannah returned the marginally kind gesture by pinning her clit between two fingers. She raced toward her own breaking point. Marlowe's hands rested on the sides of her waist, giving her free reign over her own climax.

The spark of her greatest sexual desire meeting with a good clit rubbing set Hannah's blood to rushing. She felt the sudden swell in her bean, gripping it tighter. When the heels met her ass, she knew it was only a matter of seconds.

“I'm fucking-” A hard drive from Marlowe shocked the breathe out of her. “-coming Marlowe!” She rarely called him by his first name.

Refusing to let go or let it fizzle out, Hannah piled more overload into her favorite spot. As the pressure between her belly button and pussy felt ready to explode, she pulled the fingers away. Her eyes rolled back behind the lids as her boss took a generous handful of hair. She screamed, unable to collapse, suspended by a rigid shaft and the grip on her roots.

Marlowe pulled out and let go. Hannah collapsed like a discarded jacket. She curled up and opened her eyes. Marlowe was already walking over to the day bed nestled against the plate glass window. The city had already begun lighting up the darkness.

Hannah raised herself up by the arms. She could tell what he wanted.
All smug and fucking confident. I hate the bastard.
Hannah pulled herself to the floor and stood.
I'm fucking meat to you, but it doesn't have to be like this.

The strut of having an audience behind moved Hannah to the other window. She knew Marlowe would pick up on the effort. Hannah felt the lift of her heels give her ass a slight pop with each step, her hips a mild swagger.

She dropped her forearms onto the bed and crawled beside Marlowe. “Sir, can I show you what else I'm good for?” Hannah faked the smile.