Mercer throws his head back and breathes in deeply as I lick and suck his manhood. It is rapidly becoming hard again. He thrusts his hips into me, sliding his length to the back of my throat, holding my hair to steady me. He enjoys the moment and the gentle but firm fucking action. I suck him, drawing out tangy juice onto my tongue and salivate, wetting and lubricating his length. It makes him harder.
I look up at him. He expands his chest and fills his lungs with the scent of jasmine that hovers all around us. I feel it revitalise him and make him stronger. He picks me up and places me on the pool table and climbs on top, mounting me. He plunges into the depths of my writhing and inviting body.
I breathe in deeply at our sharp joining and take in the magical and heady jasmine perfume, clouding around us unseen but pleasantly pungent in the room.
The scent drawn in, soon seeps into my veins, energising and feeding the feminine red blood cells.
They flow strong along the length of my body, empowering and bursting with a sense of wellbeing. They enhance my senses. I smell the pheromones of the hot, virile males around me and groan in my answering immoral demands. I feel the lust and need hanging heavy in the air and wrap myself around Mercer, taking him in deeper, urging him to slake his lust. His naked body on mine, sends a rush of excited intent.
I feel the unknown eyes of Stanley and Bear's gaze roving and caressing me, teasing me, feeding my fire. They demand my ultimate compliance and encourage my hidden fantasies to the front. They delve and nudge at my wicked cravings of desire. I let them, basking in their attention. I like they want me, like they watch me, like they covet Mercer enjoying and satisfying my rapacious desire.
I lift my hips, matching Mercer’s driving force and fuck him back hard.
He then slows to tease once more and delivers slow, controlled, deep, and deliberate skewers into my willing body. He brings his head to my ear and between the long, forceful thrusts and kisses whispers, ““This… is… incredible!”
I moan back, “Mmmmm. Yes… it… is…,” My voice is husky and seductive. I nibble his ear, willing him to take me, over and over, my Mercer, unchecked, raw and wild.
To be continued in The Ice House ….
