Free Erotic Retreat by Gia Blue Page A

breathed fast, his finger giving her a hint of touch across her button. The bundle of nerves sang with even that bit of light pressure, a spasm of pleasure seizing her, muscles tensing and releasing from head to toe.
    “Like that, Carrie? Hmm?”
    She bit his neck, suckling the skin, needing something more. Miller groaned and rocked his hips, sliding his cock between her ass cheeks, and she pushed back against him, offering him the friction she knew he craved. “Yeah, that’s it.” She gave to him and he gave back, tapping her clit with infinite care, causing her pleasure to inch higher and higher with every heated touch. Her cunt clenched on air, looking forward to the ecstasy of being filled, stretched. And Miller always did…each and every time. Long and thick, his fucking was more than she’d ever need for the rest of their lives together.
    Carrie humped air, rubbing his cock, forcing him to hand over what she desired, taking the control away from him as much as she could. She needed, wanted, craved, ached. “Please, dear god, please…”
    It became a mantra, a chant for fulfillment and need.
    “Give it to her,” a stranger’s voice called out, certainly not Miller’s, and not one she recognized offhand.

    Carrie froze, eyes opening and head snapping up to stare at the intruder kneeling nearby. “Miller?” Hysteria filtered into her voice and she fought to break free.
    “Shh…he’s just watching. Aren’t you, Jackson?”
    The stranger nodded and Miller’s focus turned to her. “You remember Jackson, baby, the guide we met at the ranger station? Why don’t we give him a little show?
    You’ve always wanted to have an audience, haven’t you?” She shivered as she nodded, shaking with desire and excitement, fighting the urge she had to cover her nakedness.
    He was young, twenties maybe. Shirtless, the guide’s toned body was already glistening with sweat. The flaps of his jeans were open, exposing his impressive erection. The man’s dick was big and hard, the tip of it wet, shining with the evidence of his arousal.
    “Watch him. Keep your eyes on him. See what you do to him,” Miller murmured in her ear, only for her to hear.
    Her husband’s hand left her breast, tapping her leg before curling his arm behind her thigh and lifting, placing her foot on the cooler, exposing her drenched pussy to their visitor.
    The man hissed as she bared herself. “Damn that’s pretty.” Miller called out to him. “No touching, but you can come closer.” Oh yes, she’d like that please. Close enough to tempt and tease him, but no contact. Butterflies fluttering in her empty stomach, Carrie waited for the young man to come to her, her excitement growing with anticipation. Her man easing her apprehensiveness from behind, she’d be lying if she were to say she didn’t like how this scene was unfolding.
    Jackson rolled to his feet and strode over, erect cock bobbing with every step, desire burning bright in his eyes. He dropped to his knees just before her, hand returning to his angry, red dick. Stroking it from root to tip, she watched as he tightened his hold just below the head, causing another drop of pre-cum to leak from the slit before he continued his jerking.
    “See what you’re doing to him? He wants you so bad. Wants to be me. Isn’t that right, Jackson?”
    “God, fuck yes.” His voice was hoarse, choking.
    And that made her need intensify all the more. Much, much more.
    “Please, Miller.” She whimpered and tipped her ass back, doing her best to urge him to stuff her full of cock.
    “All right, baby. But eyes on Jackson, okay? Pretend he’s fucking you, touching you, pleasing you.”
    She moaned, breath coming out in a deep exhale, focusing on the young man at her feet. He squeezed and stroked his cock as the other hand slid up his defined abs to palm his pec, pinching his nipple not unlike how Miller had pinched hers.
    Not a moment too soon, there was a blunt tip at her opening, prodding for