Page 95 of Shameless Game


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“Yes,” Colt insists. “It feels right. I want you to see me, to see us together.”

Quietly, Blair eases onto a spot at the edge of my bed. She gives us room while I rest on a pillow and watch Colt. He wants control of this.

Kneeling over me, he fills his palm with lube. With long strokes, he coats my hungry shaft, and I fight the sudden urge to fuck his slick fist. “Damn, Colt,” I growl. “Damn, I want you.”

“Oh, you’ll have me.” He demands, slinging his leg over mine, straddling me. “And you’ll take me raw. I got tested. I’m clear, and I want to feel this. I want to feel you come inside me.”

With a deep inhale, I find my control. It takes so much for me to hold still, for me not to thrust or grab while Colt reaches behind him, slowly trying to wedge my hard cock inside him.

But I’m so sensitive. I’ve wanted this so much and for so long, and he’s so fucking tight, I’m panting. I hold still, sweating and staring up at him. He’s beautiful, ripped with muscles and ink, our ink, but he’s trusting, receiving. He’s taking his time; he’s taking me in.

“Ah,” he keeps groaning at my penetration. “Ah,” he keeps stretching at my width. “Ah,” he winces before exhaling, barely sinking an inch, then lifting on my glistening shaft.

“Colt,” I growl. I ache because he’s so hard. His cock is swollen, jutting high and hard, trapping my stare while his ass strangles my crown, his fist squeezing my shaft. It steals my breath. It’s more than I ever imagined. It’s the ultimate surrender and seizure, his body finally taking mine. But he’s trying to take all of me and sink to my base slowly.

“Ah,” but his face twists, his massive quads straining. He squats, then quickly lifts, trying to take my dick, but he can’t.

“Colt, baby,” I huff. “Is it good? Do you like it?”

“Fuck yes,” he growls. “Fuck yes. I want you in my ass, but you’re so fucking huge.”

“Take your time,” Blair eases. “Breathe. Start over and go slow. Use more lube.”

Colt listens to her. He rises, holding my swollen dick that’s begging for him. He pours so much lube over it we’ll need to change the sheets, and I love it.

I love how he slowly takes me this time, my crown dripping like honey, ready for his sweet ass. I love how he gazes at me, his face relaxing. The muscles ripping across his chest and down his abs release their tension as he exhales and lowers, taking more of me than before.

It makes me fist the sheets to keep from grabbing him, from taking him. For so long, I’ve wanted Colt; I’ve needed him just like this, and I groan. The urge to thrust is overwhelming, but I fight it, gnashing my molars to keep from driving into him while, inch by inch, my cock disappears inside him.

A luscious smack fills the air, and I glance, called by the sound. My heart, my body can’t resist it. It’s Blair’s wet pussy. She’s fingering herself, plunging two inside her beautiful, pink cunt. She’s spread her legs so we can watch her while she watches me fuck Colt.

She only makes this harder—she only makes me harder. Instincts, urges, and hunger rage inside me. I can’t hold back.

“Damn, Colt,” I growl. “Damn, baby, I need to fuck you.”

“Do it.” Colt groans. He holds still, half of me inside him, half of me begging to enter. “Please,” he begs. “Fuck my ass now. Do it.”

I grab his hips. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” He stares at me, hovering over my shaft, rubbing his pecs and pinching his nipples. I’m drawn, knowing how sensitive they are. I’m anchored to his breath, shallow with lust. I crave how raging hard, how swollen his dick is for me. I relish his tight virgin ass clenching my cock. “I’m about to come,” he grunts. “Do it, Beau. Fuck my ass and make me come.”

With my first hard thrust, his cock spurts. It shocks me. It shocks him. He cries out, splattering my abs with his cum, but he’s still rigid, veins swollen, his length bobbing.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Keep going. Keep making me come. I’m not done.”

I pump my hips, unleashing the strength I have in my glutes, in my flexing thighs, taking his ass. I’ve never seen his thighs twitch so hard. His breath heave so much. His body shake so hard. His bouncing hard cock drips while he keeps pinching his nipples, staring down at me in awe.

“Fuck,” he shouts again at my next brutal thrust, his dick spurting even more. “Fuck, Beau, I can’t stop coming. I can’t stop coming. Keep fucking my ass.”

“You’re hitting his prostate,” Blair praises. “You’re giving him the ultimate orgasm.”

“Fuck, yes, I am,” I growl. I deliver. “Is that right, Colt? Am I the best? You’re coming so hard with my dick fucking your tight virgin ass?”

“Yes!” He cries out, more cum blasting from his cock, splattering my pecs and driving me insane.

“Fuck!” I can’t stop fucking him.

“Damn,” Blair stammers at our passion. I glance over, and her thighs quiver. She’s coming to it. To our bodies. To our fuck. To our love. To Colt’s hard bouncing cock that clearly loves this, too. He loves me fucking him.

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