Free Owning Corey by Maris Black Page A

as he slowly sheaths himself in her all the way to the hilt. When she’s all the way on, he starts rolling his hips, his expression dark and intense. Now she starts to moan, and I can only imagine what that huge member feels like inside her, stretching her.
    “No velvet ?” He smiles knowingly, and she shakes her head. “What a little trooper.”
    I can tell she’s laboring on it, though. Her breathing is shallow, and tiny droplets of perspiration are glistening on her upper lip.
    He leans around her again and beckons me to come and stand close behind her. “Put your foot here.” He indicates the seat beside him, and I do as he directs. “Now put your knee here.” I position my knee on the sofa on his other side. He pulls Christina in close to him so that I can lean over her back and place my hands on the back of the sofa on either side of his body, balancing myself and trapping her between my arms. You can’t be a man and not see where he’s going with this, and believe me, I know how to take it from here.
    “Lube?” I ask, and he grabs it off the end table. I reach for it, but instead of handing it to me, he flips the top and leans around Christina, who is subtly gyrating against him. He turns the bottle upside down and drizzles it slowly and deliberately onto the head of my dick. I get harder just watching the liquid glisten and roll down the sides in twisting rivulets. I never knew getting lubed could be so erotic.
    “Fuck,” I groan, before I realize I’m even speaking, and I wish like hell I could call back the word. Corey’s expression goes dark with perverse amusement, and Christina wrenches around to try to see what’s going on. From my reaction, I can only imagine what she thinks he’s doing to me behind her back. I make a mental note to control myself better, which I suspect I’m about to lose all ability to do. Well, at least I was able to amuse Corey, who now probably thinks I’m easily aroused.
    “Turn around.” I bark the order at Christina, annoyance encroaching on my desire. I should make her pay for the suspicion in her eyes when she just looked at me. She’s the one who started this shit, after all.
    “Is it going to hurt a lot?” She’s asking two guys who have no clue, and I’m wondering why she waited until now to be concerned about pain.
    “Let me pull out first,” Corey suggests. “It’s easier to get in the… uh… back door first.” He pulls out, being careful to control where his member goes, holding it close to his own body, and I appreciate the consideration.
    “I thought you’d never done this.” I try to keep the accusation out of my voice, but it’s there anyway.
    He cocks his head to the side and smirks. “I did some reading online in the ambulance shack. I figured one of us ought to be prepared.”
    “Oh… Well, let’s figure this out. It can’t be too terribly difficult, can it? It’s not ACLS or brain surgery.”
    Christina whines. “Could we cut the small talk, guys? This is so unsexy for me.”
    I slap her hard on the ass, and she cries out. I know how to get her focused.
    Christina and I have done anal enough times that I know how to work into her. First I gather some lube onto my fingers and work them in slowly, so as not to tear her or make her muscles tighten more. Then I use the broad head of my dick. She cries out and then sucks in a sharp breath as I press slowly but firmly against the tight ring of muscle. She’s more nervous than usual, so it’s not easy. “Relax,” I tell her. “Breathe out. You know how to do this.”
    She blows out a long breath, and then suddenly I’m in. I feel her body shudder, and I keep still for a moment to let her body stretch around me. I know my cock is big, and I always try to be mindful of a woman’s comfort.
    “Can I come in now?” Corey asks. “It’s getting cold and lonely out here.”
    “Please,” Christina whispers. “I can’t wait to have you both inside me.”
    As he pushes in, the