Chapter 162: Triad, Part 5

James

Michael’s testing her. I’m not sure why. She couldn’t be readier for him. Or perhaps he’s just teasing her. But he probes into her, just a short distance I think. Charlotte’s thighs ripple and tense, the line of her muscles gleaming. She’s well presented for him, still with the pillow raising her, and I know that in a minute she’s going to get the lot.

He builds a rhythm, a slow thrusting that gradually hilts him before withdrawing again completely. I entertain myself with her nipples, nipping hard at the rock-hard nubs to make her squawk. Each time she hollers, I see Michael hesitating, hanging on to his control, his eyes occasionally rolling up to mine with a Fine, but fuck off kind of look….

Yeah…. Right…

…. which of course only encourages me. I step up the action, pinching harder, enjoying the jolt to my groin as her squeals grow louder with each pinch….