In a New York Minute - Part Twenty-Seven - Chapters 103-106 - Sex Stories

In a New York Minute - Part Twenty-Seven - Chapters 103-106

Chapter One Hundred-Three

Dani slept fitfully that night; the image of Grace and Mac seared in her brain. She woke with her hand between her thighs, knowing it was wrong to think of her friend and boss like this, but the scene was just too erotic for words. Closing her eyes, she envisioned Mac’s hands grabbing Grace’s hips as he thrust into her dripping, eager cunt as she begged him to fuck her harder and deeper. It made her own pussy throb with need.

Her fingers danced frenetically along her pink, juicy folds as she recalled Mac’s demanding voice and the lusty response from Grace. Their mating was almost feral, the most decadent sight she’d ever seen.

A massive gush drenched her hands―and her bedsheets―as her climax erupted, leaving her body trembling with aftershocks. It was, by far, the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. Lying there, unwilling to move to clean up the fruits of her labor, Dani drifted back to sleep.

In the morning, Mac woke Grace by nuzzling her neck and whispering, “If you want that shower sex, my love, you’ll need to get up soon.”

Grace opened her eyes and sighed. “Start the water; I’ll be right there.”

Mac snatched the covers off his wife. “I don’t think so, darling. I know you too well. You’ll fall back to sleep if I leave you all cozy and wrapped up in the covers.”

“Not when sex is involved. But, fine; I’m up. Let’s get to it.”

Mac feigned indignation. “Well, if it’s such a chore, we can always skip it.”

Laughing, ...

... she smacked Mac’s well-toned ass and said, “Not a chance! You promised this horny, pregnant woman sex, and you’ll make good on that or live with a cranky redhead all day.”

“We can’t have that, now, can we?” he grinned, holding her hand as she stepped into the shower.

His hands roamed over her body as the hot water rained down on them. Steam swirled around as his nimble fingers captured her nipples, eliciting sweet, mewling moans. Her eyes rolling back in her head, she reveled in their erotic coupling as he parted her legs with his knee and impaled her from behind with his rigid shaft. The combination of slow, deliberate thrusts and the wicked way he was stimulating her breasts had her first climax wracking her body. While she was still shaking from her intense orgasm, he took her hands in his and held them against the wet tile.

“Do you need more, my sweet redhead? Do you need to cum on my cock again?”

“Yesss! Please, fuck me, Mac! Fuck me hard!”

Happy to oblige, he continued hammering into her needy pussy. Each stroke, seemingly deeper than the last, until their arousal peaked, teetered on the edge, and fell hard, pushing them both into sweet oblivion.

Mac sunk his teeth into Grace’s shoulder, playfully nibbling at her silky skin. “Mmm, you’re delicious!”

She spun around and captured his mouth with hers. Her kiss was an exquisite mix of playful vixen and erotic goddess. He felt himself melt into her, enjoying the passionate embrace. When their lips parted, ...