Read Redemption FinalWPF6 7 for Free Online

his arms around Diane and took a breast in
each hand, hefted the solid feel of them, massaged. Then he pressed her breasts
together and lifted them slightly, as if in offering to Gabe. The nipples
puckered and tightened into hard little pebbles. She dropped her head back onto
his shoulder and moaned with pleasure.
    He kept his eyes locked on Gabe’s face, even as he stroked
lower, feathering his fingers over her skin, through the silky triangle at the
apex of her thighs. Uriah’s senses were overwhelmed. He was touching Diane, but
watching Gabe mirror his every movement. Gabe’s hand traced across his chest
and pinched his own nipple. Long, slender fingers followed the sweet, soft
brown trail of hair to the thick bush at the base of his cock, then lower to
squeeze his own balls.
    Diane moaned when Uriah draped her legs over his thighs, and
exposed her to Gabe. She writhed under the ministrations of his thick fingers
as he gathered her moisture and rubbed against her clit. Her hips bucked
against his hand as he slipped in one, then two fingers, slick and hot, until
he felt her spasm around him.
    Gabe spit into his hand and grabbed his cock. Then he
moistened his lips, gaze fixed on Diane’s pussy, on Uriah’s hands, and he began
to stroke.
    “I want in you now, Diane,” Uriah said. He used one hand
around her waist to lift, even as the other snaked between them and he guided
the fat head of his cock to the mouth of her pussy. She helped by propping
herself on her haunches. Then, with a gentle rocking motion, Uriah slowly
worked himself inside. He closed his eyes at the sensation. Tight, sweet silky
heaven. 
    He wanted to savor the moment, make this night last,
memories for a lifetime. It would never happen again, could never , but
for tonight Diane was his. Molded so tight to her body that he could feel the
beat of her racing heart, his hands traced along her thighs, skimmed breasts,
tortured her clit. He was surrounding her…surrounded by her. Everywhere but
where he most wanted to be…her heart.
    “Shit.”
    Uriah’s eyes snapped open at the other man’s oath. Gabe was
watching them, his knees spread wide, his cock heavy with need. Uriah blinked
as Gabe began to stroke faster. 
    Slide, glide, rub . Uriah thrust faster, Diane’s
breathing was harsh, Gabe’s hand quickened.
    “Feels so good, feels so good…oh … so close.” Diane’s nails dug into his thighs,
as she met him, thrust for thrust.
    Gabe pushed his legs out in front of him, the muscles looked
like chiseled marble in the moonlight. He dropped his head back, the tendons in
his neck standing out in stark relief. His hand moved faster. Slide. Stroke.
Twist. Hips pumped. Then Gabe shifted so Uriah could see his face. Even in
the filtered moonlight, he could see the dark brows, scruff of beard, the strong
jaw, and he knew…fucking knew…the bastard would taste so damn good. He held the
woman of his dreams and watched another man jerk off. This time, when their
gazes locked, he couldn’t look away. Gabe’s mouth curved in sinful smile and
his tongue sneaked out to moisten his lips again. In a whisper that caressed
like a lover’s touch, Gabe said, “Now, Uriah. Come for me. Now.”
    “Fuuuck,” Uriah cried. The word was torn from his throat,
all semblance of control stripped away. Diane spasmed around his cock. Her
shuddering orgasm, his pulsing heat, and Gabe’s hand full of his own jizz.
    It seemed much later when Diane shakily climbed free of his
lap to collapse beside him on the mattress. “Jesus,” she said. Her breath was
still coming fast, her voice low and sultry in the moonlight. She draped an arm
over her eyes, and he wondered if she was already regretting what they’d done.
    Still watching Uriah, Gabe plucked his T-shirt from the pile
of clothes by his feet and wiped his hands. “You’re so beautiful together.”
    Uriah gave a noncommittal grunt and found his shorts.
Dressing quickly, driven by a need to put some distance