Free Missionary Position (Masters of the Prairie Winds Club Book 7) by Avery Gale Page B

Peter couldn’t hold back his smile. “Oh, precious girl, I do love that sound. But I need you to say the words, alright?” They hadn’t taken her together often enough that he felt either of them knew her body well enough to assess how she was handling it. And until they did, he and Fischer would both need to double check to insure she was cognizant enough to use her safe words. And making her verbalize her desire was a sure way to keep the line of communication open.
    “Yes, Sir. Please. Just—just tell me what you want me to do. I’m green…oh so green.” Lara’s use of the club’s stop light system satisfied him that she was making an informed decision and he immediately dribbled a fine stream of warming lube at the top of her ass and watched it run in a slow stream over her pert little hole. Using the tip of his finger, he slowly massaged the lube into the flexing tissue surrounding her snug opening before pressing his finger just inside the tight ring of her anal sphincter.
    Peter heard Lara’s sharp intake of breath and when her body tightened around his finger he nearly came just from the anticipation alone. “Oh, sweet girl, I’m going to love pushing into your tight ass. You are going to milk me dry in no time at all. Hell, right now my goal is to get inside you before my balls spontaneously combust.” And he hadn’t been exaggerating. Feeling her rippling muscles trying to suck his finger in deeper and imagining how they were going to feel around his cock was maxing out his self-control in a big hurry.
    By the time he’d worked a second finger inside, Lara was pushing back against him just like they’d taught her and Peter was trying very hard to tune out Fischer’s running commentary playing out in his mind. Damn, he wished his brother would give it a rest already—he didn’t have to share everything . There was no need to stack his pleasure telepathically while Peter was already trying to hold his own at bay. ‘Knock it the fuck off or I’m gonna kick your ass, little brother.’
    ‘ You can try.’
    ‘ Jesus, what are you five fucking years old?’ They’d been replaying this same banter, under different circumstances since they had, in fact, been five and eight years old. Fuck, it was a wonder their mother wasn’t bat-shit crazy having raised three boys who always knew what everyone was thinking. It hadn’t surprised Peter or Fischer that their mother’s response to finding out they couldn’t “hear” Lara had been riotous laughter so out of control their dad had finally taken the phone from her to find out what was going on.
    Peter leaned forward, running his palm up the length of Lara’s spine from the peak of her rounded ass cheeks down into the valley shielding the small of her back and then back up the sloping incline until his hand spanned between her shoulder blades. “You are so beautiful, your pretty little hole is all soft and pink and ready for me. Hang on, pet, this is going to be a wild ride.” He watched goose bumps race over her skin in anticipation of his possession, ordinarily he’d take time to admire each and every small nuance of her response because knowing their effect on her was intoxicating. But right now, he couldn’t think past pushing into her and losing himself in her submission.
    Pressing slowly inside, Peter was trying hard to shift his focus from the intoxicating feel of her ass opening for him as Lara arched her back and pushed back against him. “That’s perfect, mi amõre . Keep pushing back, let me in, beautiful girl, and I’ll take you on a magical ride.” His breathing hitched as the widest flair of his corona slid past the outer ring of muscles and her pretty hole closed around his shaft. “Oh fuck me, sweetheart, you feel so amazing.” He held still letting her adjust and giving himself a few seconds to reassemble his control. Hell, he wasn’t sure how long he was going to be able savor the moment before his body demanded