Page 18 of Room Twenty-Nine

“You have no idea how sexy you look, Chantelle.”

Chantelle was too out of breath to speak. She felt Matt shuffle in behind her, nudging her knees apart. Chantelle toppled onto her elbows, unable to hold herself up. Matt ran a hand down her back as his fingers probed her pussy.

“I’ve dreamed of you like this for a long time.” His breathing was ragged. “Reality doesn’t even come close.”

Then his hand was twisting in her hair, gently tugging her head around to the mirror. Chantelle shivered when she saw the sight of her on her elbows and knees, Matt right behind her with his cock rubbing against her pussy. Cedric was kneeling at her side, his hands playing with her breasts. They were feeling extra sensitive now.

Darren had moved to the head of the bed, and was leaning against the headboard. He had discarded the condom and was lazily stroking himself, his cock already going hard again. He smiled at her.

“This is one time I’m glad Cedric likes to pose in the mirror every day.” His voice rumbled.

Chantelle couldn’t agree more. Then Matt slammed himself into her, and she momentarily forgot how to think. Growling, Matt gripped her hips and started to fuck her, his hips slapping against her backside. It felt like his cock was rubbing against parts of her that Darren had missed. How was that possible?

She never took her eyes off the mirror, her eyes on Matt’s cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Wow, she had never thought watching herself during sex would be like this. The fire just wouldn’t burn out, and Matt seemed to realise that.

He always knew what she needed.

Then Cedric was moving away, and Matt was adjusting himself to lean back from his, his cock still inside her, but barely.

“Fuck me, Chantelle.” He growled. “Fuck my cock. Show me how much you want this.”

Chantelle didn’t think she had the strength to do that. She was still shaking from her last orgasm. But she found herself moving, and then she was fucking Matt’s cock. He kept himself still, one hand on the small of her back as he guided her. She could see the hungry look on his face, which spurred her one.

She jumped when she felt a hand on her belly, only to sigh when Cedric kissed her shoulder.

“Don’t stop.” He nipped her skin with his teeth. “Keep fucking him. Milk his cock.”

His hand went between her legs, and Chantelle had to bite back a moan as he touched her clit. She was beginning to feel a little sore, and her clit was feeling extra sensitive. But the fire was still burning, and the slightest touch was going to have her going off like a rocket.

As if he sensed that, Cedric didn’t immediately touch her there. He simply left his hand cupping her mound, carefully not touching her clit. The anticipation knowing her was there close had Chantelle groaning and fucking Matt’s cock even more. She could feel yet another orgasm on the horizon.

It shouldn’t even be allowed that a woman could come this much so quickly. She was struggling to keep up.

“Fuck, Chantelle.” Matt was beginning to move again, gripping her hips with both hands. “I’m going to come inside you.”

That was when Cedric touched her clit and tapped it with his finger. Chantelle shrieked as her orgasm slammed into her again, aware that Matt was shuddering with his own orgasm behind her. She gripped onto Cedric’s hand, trying to stop him, but he wouldn’t.

“Cedric, I...I need...”

“I know what you need.” Cedric’s finger slowed on her clit, gently circling it as he turned her head and kissed her. “We did warn you we wouldn’t stop once we started this.”

Chantelle remembered that, but she hadn’t expected it to be this...incredible. And she thought she had a high sex drive before.

She was aware of Matt easing away from her, and Cedric taking hold. He eased himself onto his back, taking Chantelle with her as he kissed her. She straddled his waist, humming as his hands ran over her back. Cedric smiled against her mouth.

“I love how responsive you are.”

“I’ve never felt so sensitive before.”

“You want to stop?”

Her clit was a little sore, but she could feel her pussy aching for more. And Cedric’s very large cock was pressed up against her. Chantelle grinned and rolled her hips, rubbing her pussy over his shaft. Cedric groaned and his hands tightened on her thighs.

“I had no idea you were insatiable.”

“When I’ve got a lot on offer for me, how can I refuse?” Chantelle lifted herself up and placed his cock at her entrance. “I might need some help, though.”

She jumped when she felt hands on her waist and looked around to see Darren shifting behind her. He smiled and kissed her softly.