Chapter 159: seeing stars

Chapter 159: Chapter 159: seeing stars

Amelia’s mouth returned to Dean’s cock, taking him deep until the head nudged the back of her throat. Saliva spilled past her lips. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away—only moaned around him, the sound vibrating along his length.

Enzo lowered himself beside her, fingers finding her hard nipples and rolling them firmly between his fingertips.

"You’re doing so well," he murmured. "Taking both of them like this. Look at you—so good for us."

Reid didn’t stay slow. He drew back and thrust hard, deep strokes that rocked her forward onto Dean. Her mouth slipped free with a wet pop, lips still parted as a broken moan tore out of her. One hand reached back toward Reid as if to slow him, but he caught her wrist and held it, slamming deeper.

"Reid—wait—it’s too much—"

Her voice cracked on the next thrust.

"Don’t stop—please don’t stop—"

He released her wrist only to bring his palm down across her ass. The sharp slap made her jerk.

"Oh—fuck—"

He struck again, and again, each spank timed to the hard drive of his hips. Her body jolted with every impact, yet she pushed back into him, chasing the stretch even as she struggled to stay upright.

"Reid—yes—right there—fuck, it’s perfect—you’re hitting it—"

Another slap landed. Reid’s voice came out strained and desperate.

"You’re too fucking sweet. This pussy is holding me so tight and perfect. I’m not going to last if you keep gripping me like that."

"Then don’t last," she gasped, the words tumbling out between moans. "Just keep fucking me."

His hands clamped harder on her hips, still spanning her as he fucked her deep. In front of her, Dean slapped the wet length of his cock against her cheek, then guided her mouth back open with a firm grip in her hair.

"Suck it. Don’t stop. Take it all the way."

She took him again, gagging softly when he pushed deeper. Spit slicked his shaft. She pulled back just enough to stroke him with her hand while her tongue dragged along the underside, eyes lifting to meet his.

"Like this?" she whispered against the head.

"Exactly like that," Dean answered, voice rough. "Don’t stop looking at me."

His expression was pure, open lust—dark and focused entirely on her.

Reid felt himself thicken inside her, the tight heat of her pussy pushing him past the edge.

"I can’t hold it—" he gritted out, voice rough and breaking.

Amelia looked back over her shoulder, still stroking Dean.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yeah—fuck, yes—"

"Then do it. Fill me up. I want every drop of you inside me."

The filthy words hit him like a direct stroke. A raw groan tore from his throat as he slammed deep one last time and came hard, flooding her in thick pulses. His body locked, hands gripping her hips so tightly she would bruise, head thrown back with eyes rolled and mouth open as the pleasure wrecked him.

"Fuck—Amelia—"

For a moment everything slowed—only the wet sound of Amelia still working Dean remained. She licked slowly up his shaft, stroked him, then dipped lower to drag her tongue over his balls.

"Do you like that?" she asked softly.

Dean could only nod, a helpless moan escaping him.

"Use your words," she teased gently, tongue flicking again.

"Yes—fuck, yes—keep going—"

Reid pulled out carefully. A thick trail of cum followed, dripping onto the grass as he sank back, still half-hard and spent. Amelia smiled up at dean, then spat lightly on the head, rubbed it in with her thumb, and took him into her mouth again—slow slides that drew every last tremor from him.

"You taste so good," she murmured around him. "Still so hard for me."

Dean’s grip in her hair tightened—firm, not cruel—as her mouth continued to work him. His thighs trembled under the wet heat and the soft sounds she made.

She finally pulled off with a soft wet sound and looked up at him.

"Sit me up."

He obeyed at once, lifting her until she straddled his lap, her legs bracketing his hips, her arms sliding around his shoulders for balance. Their faces were close. She was still shaking from everything that had already been done to her, yet her eyes stayed dark with need.

"Make me come again," she whispered. "You can do that, right?"

"I’ll do that and more," Dean answered, voice low. "I’ll make you come until you can’t speak."

She began to grind against him, using the last of her strength. Dean took over almost immediately—hands locking on her waist, guiding her faster, harder, until the friction made her breath hitch.

"Dean—"

He kissed her. She kissed him back deeper, tongue sliding against his, pulling him closer as if she still needed more contact.

She reached between them, wrapped her fingers around his cock, and guided the head to her entrance.

"Please fuck me. I can’t get enough of any of you. Make me scream."

"Then take it," he said against her lips.

She lifted herself and sank down in one hard motion, taking him to the hilt. Her voice broke on a sharp, open moan. Dean’s own groan tore out of him at the sudden tight heat.

"This feels too good..."

The thought hit him with the force of the first thrust. He had known pleasure before but nothing had ever felt like this. Every slick clench of her around him short-circuited thought. Stars burst behind his eyes.

"Fuck—you feel perfect," he managed. "So tight—so wet—"

"Don’t stop," she gasped, already moving on him. "Please don’t stop."

Dean kept guiding her, hands firm on her waist as he lifted and lowered her on his cock in steady, deep strokes. He bit down on his lower lip hard, fighting the urge to spill inside her too soon. The sight of her undid him—her face open with pleasure, breasts bouncing with every rise and fall, hands roaming restlessly over his shoulders and chest. She looked beautiful like this. Ruined and hungry and completely his in this moment.

"Look at me."

Amelia’s eyes found his, glassy and dark. He sped up, driving her down harder. Her back arched sharply. Her eyes rolled as a broken sound left her throat.

He shifted the rhythm then, settling her fully against him so she could grind instead of bounce. The new friction made her gasp. He lowered his head and took one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking, teasing the peak with his tongue, then drawing on it deeper. Her hands flew to the back of his head, fingers threading into his hair to hold him closer. She never stopped moving her hips, grinding against him in tight, desperate circles.

The warm-cool breeze slid over their sweat-damp skin, carrying the scent of river water and sex, making every touch feel sharper, more exposed, more perfect.