Week Seven – Anna In August

This bit  of erotica comes from a new smut short, Anna In August, just like week five! (So if you haven’t yet, read That One first!) This particular bit is where the smut starts to get really steamy…so enjoy! 

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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Anna tried to think, but she could barely breathe. Luka was – a wolf? A werewolf. They were just a myth, but this myth had a tongue with which he lapped up her throat again. This myth had a body that was muscled and broad, hot and hard, all man, and she heard herself moan.

I’m going insane. That had to be it. She didn’t care. She wanted him to kiss her again, was suddenly certain that no man was ever going to kiss her like Luka had. She wanted him to do more than kiss her, wanted him to touch her, fuck her, and even as she had the thought he bent to her mouth. Luka bit her bottom lip and sucked on the tip of her tongue, and she lifted her hips and felt his cock pressed against her, huge and hot and hard. She shuddered, moaned. He was going to put it inside her, he was going to fuck her with it, she knew it – she wanted it.She wanted it so bad –

“More, Anna?”

“Please.”

She felt heat against her back without any warning, and knew it was another man. No – another monster. He was as hard and hot as Luka, naked abs burning Anna’s skin through her shirt and his cock pressed tight against the curve of her ass. Luka tilted her head back until she was forced to break eye contact with him and met a dark brown gaze instead, then slid his fingers down her throat to her nipples and thumbed them through the lace of her bra.

Luka pulled at them, and her gasp let brown-eyes’ tongue into her mouth as he licked at her lips. So different from Luka, this kiss, but almost as good. Whatever fire had been lit in her was burning brighter, hotter, and she didn’t protest when the man behind her pulled her shirt down her shoulders and off, then slid his fingers to the clasp of her bra and undid it. He slipped the straps off her shoulders and dropped it on the ground, cupped her breasts with both hands and started to tease the points of her nipples.

At the same time Anna felt Luka’s fingers inside her panties again, spreading her open to his touch. He toyed with her clit, the tips of his fingers almost too rough when he squeezed it, rolled it around. She groaned again, rocked against the body behind her, then almost jumped at another touch on her side. That was too many hands! Not just Luka’s, not just another pair, more. Who? All of them?Were they all going to – to –

Luka slid two fingers inside her, kept rubbing her clit with his thumb, and for the life of her Anna couldn’t think any more why it mattered. She looked to one side through half-shut eyes and saw a pair of dark haired men stripping, staring at her as Luka fucked her with his fingers. Together, they closed their fists around their cocks, and she shuddered, squeezed tight around a third of Luka’s fingers and wondered if he would fuck her now if she begged, or if he was going to make her wait.

The hands on her were stripping her again, distracting her, and she felt, not just hands, but more. Someone’s mouth was on her thigh as he pulled off her jeans, kissing, teasing, and she looked down and met the eyes of one of the two she’d seen stripping.

Someone’s tongue was on one of her nipples, but Luka growled in the next moment, and whoever it was retreated so that Luka could lower his mouth and suck instead. Anna pressed her breasts up toward his tongue and two pairs of hands settled on the waistband of her panties. They started to slip them down her legs, and she spread her thighs to make it easier.

Luka chuckled against her skin and slipped his hands back around her hips and down to cup her ass.

A wet finger slipped between her buttocks, started to press inside her, and Anna gasped, bucked up against him and felt his other hand back where it had started, two fingers deep in her pussy again, twisting, stroking inside. She jerked, started to fall, but the man behind her caught her, and more than one pair of hands stroked her arms, her legs, and held her up off the ground. She felt hard muscle against her back, someone’s chest again, and reached up and back to wrap her arms around his neck.

Luka started to fuck her with his fingers again, three in her pussy now, two in her ass, and she stared down at him with her mouth open, couldn’t make a sound.

“You’re so tight, Anna. So tight for us.”

Us.

“Luka, Lu-ohhh.”

One of their mouths was at her throat. Someone’s hands were teasing her nipples, someone’s tongue on her neck, licking at the bruises Luka had left. Anna heard a low, begging whine, then flushed. That was her noise, and Luka laughed, then pulled his fingers out of her and stepped back between her thighs.

He unbuttoned his jeans, kicked off his boots and stared at her as he stripped out of the denim. There was nothing under them, just Luka, more cock than she’d thought even, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care, she wanted it. She wanted him to fuck her, and then she wanted him to fuck her ass, and then – what then?

But he stepped around her instead, up toward her face, and she knew what he wanted before he said it, was already opening her mouth.

 

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