way and took over one of the sofas with her wrapped in a blanket and cuddled in his lap.
This.
She loved it and didn’t have words to adequately describe it. The way she felt coming down from a scene with him, the way he took total ownership and control of her body, drew the responses from her that he wanted.
All of it.
All of him.
* * * *
Tonight, Abbey had ended up in the Top slot, so to speak. Once things had calmed down following the ass-o-lantern contest, she tugged on the leash she’d snapped to Gilo’s collar and led him into the living room. After putting down a towel for herself, she sat, legs spread, and pointed at the floor in front of her.
He grinned. “Turtle power.”
She snorted. “Okay, rule one, stop with the jokes or I’ll just not beat you for a while. Okay?”
“Are you trying to drive me back into my shell?”
She arched an eyebrow at him. “I could add forced chastity and no orgasms for a month to that.”
He made a zipping motion over his lips.
“That’s more like it.” She pulled him in close. “Get busy and use that mouth of yours for something besides trying to distract me.”
He grinned as he dove between her legs. She held the leash taut with one hand, the other buried in his hair and holding on tight the way she knew he loved. It wouldn’t take him long to get her over like this. Not long at all.
Which was why she planned on making him do it at least two or three times before she let him get up. She’d been feeling her Toppy oats all day today. Not sadistically frisky, but enough to want this.
Badly.
She writhed her way through three orgasms before finally pushing him away, sated, satisfied.
That’s when it backfired on her. He climbed up on top of her before she’d recovered. Grabbing her legs, he spread them wide, then shoved down his shorts enough he could work his cock inside her.
She moaned, holding on as he started fucking her.
“My turn, baby,” he said, his Dominant energy now washing over and through her. Even if she did have the strength to resist, she wouldn’t want to. She loved it when he got like this.
* * * *
There were few things John loved more than making Abbey’s brains dissolve from pleasure.
One of those few things was sliding his cock inside her pussy after he’d dissolved her brains.
He didn’t even care about the turtle costumes anymore, too engrossed in this, making love to her, humping her brains out there on their friends’ couch.
He leaned in, nipping at the side of her neck. “Can I get one more from you like this, baby?” he asked.
She moaned in response. He took that as a yes and slowed up a little, biting her neck, growling at her in the way she loved.
That did it. He felt her pussy clamping around his cock.
“Atta girl, baby.” He kissed her, fucking her hard, fast, trying to catch up to finish with her, rolling her onto her side for better traction.
* * * *
Tony stood next to Seth and Ross in the kitchen, all three of them with their heads cocked, watching things unfold in front of them.
“You know,” Tony observed, “never in my wildest dreams could I have ever imagined I would speak the phrase, ‘So I watched two horny turtles screwing each other’s brains out on Seth and Leah’s couch.’”
“You and me both, dude,” Seth said.
Ross took a sip of his soda. “These parties just get more and more interesting. Tony, you should have Shayla write a book about them.”
“No one would ever believe it,” he said. “Can you imagine trying to explain this to an editor? No.”
Gilo had gotten Abbey sideways on the couch now, and was really pile-driving her into the upholstery.
“Better you than me,” Ross said. “How do you get turtle semen off of a couch?”
“Make them screw on the floor,” Seth said.
“Make them wear condoms,” Tony said.
Seth held out his hand for a fist bump, which Tony returned.
Tony couldn’t help it. When Abbey and Gilo had finally
This.
She loved it and didn’t have words to adequately describe it. The way she felt coming down from a scene with him, the way he took total ownership and control of her body, drew the responses from her that he wanted.
All of it.
All of him.
* * * *
Tonight, Abbey had ended up in the Top slot, so to speak. Once things had calmed down following the ass-o-lantern contest, she tugged on the leash she’d snapped to Gilo’s collar and led him into the living room. After putting down a towel for herself, she sat, legs spread, and pointed at the floor in front of her.
He grinned. “Turtle power.”
She snorted. “Okay, rule one, stop with the jokes or I’ll just not beat you for a while. Okay?”
“Are you trying to drive me back into my shell?”
She arched an eyebrow at him. “I could add forced chastity and no orgasms for a month to that.”
He made a zipping motion over his lips.
“That’s more like it.” She pulled him in close. “Get busy and use that mouth of yours for something besides trying to distract me.”
He grinned as he dove between her legs. She held the leash taut with one hand, the other buried in his hair and holding on tight the way she knew he loved. It wouldn’t take him long to get her over like this. Not long at all.
Which was why she planned on making him do it at least two or three times before she let him get up. She’d been feeling her Toppy oats all day today. Not sadistically frisky, but enough to want this.
Badly.
She writhed her way through three orgasms before finally pushing him away, sated, satisfied.
That’s when it backfired on her. He climbed up on top of her before she’d recovered. Grabbing her legs, he spread them wide, then shoved down his shorts enough he could work his cock inside her.
She moaned, holding on as he started fucking her.
“My turn, baby,” he said, his Dominant energy now washing over and through her. Even if she did have the strength to resist, she wouldn’t want to. She loved it when he got like this.
* * * *
There were few things John loved more than making Abbey’s brains dissolve from pleasure.
One of those few things was sliding his cock inside her pussy after he’d dissolved her brains.
He didn’t even care about the turtle costumes anymore, too engrossed in this, making love to her, humping her brains out there on their friends’ couch.
He leaned in, nipping at the side of her neck. “Can I get one more from you like this, baby?” he asked.
She moaned in response. He took that as a yes and slowed up a little, biting her neck, growling at her in the way she loved.
That did it. He felt her pussy clamping around his cock.
“Atta girl, baby.” He kissed her, fucking her hard, fast, trying to catch up to finish with her, rolling her onto her side for better traction.
* * * *
Tony stood next to Seth and Ross in the kitchen, all three of them with their heads cocked, watching things unfold in front of them.
“You know,” Tony observed, “never in my wildest dreams could I have ever imagined I would speak the phrase, ‘So I watched two horny turtles screwing each other’s brains out on Seth and Leah’s couch.’”
“You and me both, dude,” Seth said.
Ross took a sip of his soda. “These parties just get more and more interesting. Tony, you should have Shayla write a book about them.”
“No one would ever believe it,” he said. “Can you imagine trying to explain this to an editor? No.”
Gilo had gotten Abbey sideways on the couch now, and was really pile-driving her into the upholstery.
“Better you than me,” Ross said. “How do you get turtle semen off of a couch?”
“Make them screw on the floor,” Seth said.
“Make them wear condoms,” Tony said.
Seth held out his hand for a fist bump, which Tony returned.
Tony couldn’t help it. When Abbey and Gilo had finally
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