Penn, Jenny - Chasing Lacie [Sea Island Wolves 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Jenny Penn Page B

end, teasing her with a taste of things to come.
    She couldn’t take the torment as her pussy began to convulse in demanding ripples that mismatched the tempo of his smooth screwing. Her vision glazed with lust as she looked out into the cool, amused glance of Chance.
    He was smiling, relaxed back against the wall and enjoying the show. Just knowing the wanton image she must make split wide over his partner’s thighs while he rode her from behind made that wickedly delicious thrill trickle through her stomach. He must have seen it in her gaze because Chance reached out
    For a moment she thought he might show her mercy and release her from the painful clench of need Davis had trapped her in. She moaned out a denial as instead his hands lifted to her hair. As if distracted by Chance’s hands, Davis’s loving slowed even further until it became barely more than a sway as Chance slowly worked all the pins remaining in her bun free.
    He threaded his fingers through her long locks as he pulled them down over her shoulders. The silky tresses fanned over the water, some wayward strands curling around the damp sides of her breasts. Chance followed their erotic wanderings, letting his fingers cup her breasts, lifting them until the water lapped over her nipples in a gentle caress.
    Chance smiled as he stared down at the rosy buds. “Now that’s a sight I’d like to enjoy, but I’m afraid I can’t wait any longer.”
    With that, his hands slid right down her sides to grip her waist and showed her just what he meant. As he slid her along his partner’s cock, his head dipped. He nibbled down on her tit at the same time he slammed her back into Davis.
    Lacie screamed at the sudden assault, but Chance showed her no mercy. Proving he could be just as rough as Davis, he forced her to fuck his partner with a hard, pounding pace as he drove her straight toward Utopia’s horizon. She could feel the fingerlings of golden ecstasy dripping down over her as every muscle in her body tensed in anticipation of an atomic explosion.
    Just like that, the bastard snatched it out of her reach by yanking her free of the cock that been branding rapture right through her body. Lacie’s breath sucked in with a painful rush as she fought to crest the hill alone. She almost made it when Chance surged deep into her pussy, settling her back against his lap.
    He leashed her passion with a strong hold on her hips, making her snarl and buck in an attempt to take her pleasure on his cock with or without his consent. The chuckle that rumbled through his chest, vibrating straight through her breast, made her take a sharp bite of his shoulder in retaliation.
    He bit her back and then growled darkly in her ear. “Settle down, baby. We’re about to show you the moon and the stars.”
    She didn’t have to wonder what that meant. His hands dipping over the cheeks of her ass to pull them apart said it all. Lacie froze, incoherent with desire but seized with a sudden panic. She had only ever done that once, and she hadn’t liked it.
    Davis didn’t ask her permission. She wouldn’t have been able to answer if he had. Lacie’s voice suspended as she felt the bulbous head of his cock pressing into the tight entrance of her ass. He must have sensed her fear, though, because he actually tried to be gentle with her as he nuzzled her neck.
    “Relax, honey. I promise you’re going to feel real good in a moment.”
    Good didn’t come close to describing what Lacie felt right then. All she could feel was burning pressure as the flared tip of his dick pushed through the clenched ring of muscles.
    “Oh, sweet Jesus,” Davis panted, holding himself still as her body shuddered around the bare inch he’d fed her. “I can’t hold on much longer, Chance, and she’s too tense.”
    Lacie couldn’t help it. Her mind focused in an obsessive fashion on the cock burrowing into her from behind. Her fear soaked through the pleasure of moments ago, deflating and fizzling it