The Doxy's Daybook: A Friday in Two Acts by Sable Jordan Page B

buttoned.  Flicking my nails over them brings an agonized whimper.  The man’s completely drained.
    Thad is not. 
    He stands again, searing gaze falls to me as he pulls off the condom, discards it and rolls on a fresh one.
    “Co’mere,” he commands.  “Got me a filly tuh break.”  His breathing’s ragged, he’s right at the breaking point and doing everything he can to balance on the brink without falling over. 
    Still on the bed I crawl around Tony and reach for the lube on the dresser. Accepting the challenge, I toss it to Thad then back up on hands and knees to the edge of the mattress.  He spreads my legs wide, calloused fingers rasp over my ass.  The lube is cold when it hits my hole, and Thad’s warm fingertips are a nice contrast.  He takes his time, liberally applying the slick fluid before his bulbous head is nuzzled at my entrance.
    “Let’s see how this filly bucks.” 
    I scream when he shoves into me, fast and hard.  Instinctively I curl inward against the sharp jolt of pain, the burn that follows.  I’m not Tony, who he loves and adores.  He wants to be rough with me; wants to break the insolent doxy.  I’ll let him try. 
    With a flat palm he smacks my ass, and then his hands cinch on my hips, pushes them forward, parting my cheeks so he can watch his cock disappear past my dark hole.
    “Fuck, yer tight.”
    That admission is all I need.  As it is, Thad’s straining to keep from exploding.  I focus beyond the burn and rock back, rolling my ass flush against the saddle of his hips before leaning forward again, tightening my sphincter.
    “Christ, ya’ feel good.” 
    “More,” I hum.  “Gimme more, Thad.  I can take it, baby.”  He growls at the words, body goes harder behind me.  I know I’ve got him, continue the circuit—rock, roll, lean, rock, roll, lean—moving quicker along his shaft, the burn becoming a delicious fire that spreads through my body, curls my toes.  My eyes shut tight from the sensation, pussy floods, but I can’t come yet, got a cowboy to throw.
    As though he knows my intentions, Thad regains control, pulls back from the precipice.  He pushes down on my back, forcing me onto my elbows so he can plow directly into me.  The angle is sweet murder on my G-spot and before I can even think to stop it I’m screaming out my orgasm. 
    Just like with Tony, he doesn’t let up, and minutes later Thad’s still pounding me, still hasn’t come yet, and I’m surfing the wave of another mind-numbing release.   It’s a full-body shudder, the kind that completely disorients; those nerves Aiden always talks about firing off and resetting all at the same time. My brain goes fuzzy, ears pop, and it’s a moment before I realize Thad’s still lodged deep inside me, unspent.  He pulls my torso upright, pinning me to his sweaty chest; fondles my over-stimulated breasts, and I’m on the verge of coming again just from those tiny motions. 
    “Who broke ya?”
    I refuse to answer, stare hazy-eyed at the headboard.  He chuckles low in victory behind me, nuzzles the spot behind my ear sending a shiver through my body.
    “Asked ya ’ a question, Roz.”
    I won’t go down without a fight, even if it’s only a silent protest. 
    “All right. Just remember ya asked fer it.”
    With a speed I can’t imagine he still has after that reaming, Thad’s lying on his back with me on top of him.  Knees bent, he plants his feet on the bed, and my legs are braced on either side of his, my own feet dangling in the air.  Thad holds his limbs wide, stretching me open.  One rough hand still toys with my nipple; the other scrolls over my side and down my belly, flicking my clit.  I writhe against him, amplifying the awareness in my ass.  Then his fingers spread my lips apart, leaving my sopping insides exposed to Tony’s greedy eyes.  Tony kneels in the space between, cock sheathed and headed straight for my pussy.
    “Oh, shit,” I manage through a throat scraped