My life as a bull part 3

[Ju****]

The air in the bedroom thickens, heavy with the scent of candle wax and desire. Lila’s fingers, still wrapped around my cock, tremble slightly, her grip a mix of reverence and hunger. Her eyes, dark and molten, flicker up to meet mine, and I see the answer to my question before she speaks. “More than ready,” she breathes, her voice a sultry challenge, her lips brushing mine as she leans closer. The silk robe falls completely now, pooling around her waist, exposing the soft curves of her breasts, her skin flushed with anticipation.
I shift my weight, the bed creaking beneath me, and guide her back against the pillows, my hands firm but gentle on her hips. My cock, still in her grasp, pulses with heat, and I let her feel its weight, its sheer size, as I hover over her. “Slow,” I murmur, my lips grazing her ear, “or fast?” It’s a tease, a game, but the way her breath hitches tells me she’s already lost in the moment.
“Fast,” she whispers, her nails digging into my shoulders, urging me closer. I glance at Mark, still rooted in his velvet throne, his eyes wide, his knuckles white against the armrests. His role is to watch, to savor, and I give him a nod—a silent acknowledgment of his place in this. He shifts in his seat, his excitement unmistakable, and I turn my focus back to Lila.
I ease her legs apart, my hands strong and deliberate, positioning myself between her thighs. My cock brushes against her, not entering yet, just teasing, letting her feel the impossible girth, the promise of what’s coming. She gasps, her hips arching instinctively, and I smirk, loving the way she’s unraveling already. “Patience,” I say, my voice a low rumble, but there’s a fire in me too, a need to claim this moment.
I lean down, kissing her deeply, my tongue exploring hers as I press myself closer, the tip of my cock nudging against her entrance. She’s wet, impossibly so, and the heat of her pulls a groan from my chest. “Fuck, Lila,” I mutter, breaking the kiss, my forehead resting against hers. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she moans, her hands clutching at my back, her body begging for more. I glance at Mark again, his breath ragged, his eyes locked on us, and I decide it’s time. With a slow, deliberate thrust, I push into her, just the tip at first, letting her adjust to my size. Her eyes widen, a sharp gasp escaping her lips, and I pause, giving her a moment to breathe, to take me in.
“God, you’re huge,” she whispers, her voice trembling with awe, and I feel her walls clench around me, tight and warm. I push deeper, inch by inch, my cock stretching her in ways that make her moan, her head tipping back against the pillows. The sensation is electric, her tightness gripping me, and I let out a low growl, my hands tightening on her hips.
Mark’s voice breaks the silence, soft but strained. “She loves it,” he says, almost to himself, his eyes never leaving us. I glance at him, my rhythm steady now, each thrust slow but powerful, and I nod. “She does,” I say, my voice rough with pleasure. “Don’t you, Lila?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her nails raking down my back, her body moving with mine. I pick up the pace, my thrusts deeper, harder, my cock filling her completely. The bed shakes beneath us, the headboard tapping the wall, and her moans grow louder, more desperate. I can feel her building, her body trembling, and I angle myself just right, hitting that spot that makes her cry out.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I growl, my own control slipping as I drive into her, the pleasure coiling tight in my core. Her hands grip my arms, her eyes locked on mine, and I know she’s close. “Come for me,” I tell her, my voice commanding, and it’s all she needs. Her body arches, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as she shatters around me, her walls pulsing, pulling me deeper.
I don’t stop, riding her through it, my thrusts relentless now, chasing my own release. Mark’s watching, his breath uneven, his role in this moment as vital as ours. “You see this?” I say to him, my voice low, my eyes flicking to his. “This is what she needs.” He nods, almost frantic, and I feel the heat building in me, unstoppable.
With a final, deep thrust, I let go, my release crashing through me, a low groan rumbling from my chest as I spill into her. Lila’s still trembling, her body clinging to mine, and for a moment, the room is nothing but our ragged breaths, the weight of what we’ve just done settling over us.
I pull back slowly, my cock still heavy, glistening as I ease out of her. Lila’s eyes flutter open, a sated smile curling her lips, and she reaches for me, pulling me down for a lazy, lingering kiss. I glance at Mark, his expression a mix of awe and something deeper, something satisfied. This is their dance, and I’m the rhythm they crave.

[Bi****]

Very nice

[Deleted Member]

The best yet 😛