Chapter 4 #3
A long moan pours from my lips as he sucks my nipple. Just like that, he takes it into his mouth and sucks hard, so fuckin’ hard my toes curl and my balls draw tight.
Finished setting her cameras up, Gracie joins us, and she’s all hot and flustered when she sees Wolf sucking me. When he reaches down and cups my bulge, my legs almost give out.
Gracie fans her face and squeezes her legs together as she watches us.
The firm hand on my crotch squeezes, and I have to grab on to Wolf to keep from losing my balance.
“Fuck,” I groan.
Gracie floats closer, pressing into my side, and I dip my head to sip her lips as Wolf jacks my cock through the fabric of my bottoms that are already soaked in precum.
Pulling from my pec with a raspy, sexually charged gasp, Wolf moves from me to Gracie, who moans into our kiss as he sucks one of her nipples into his mouth.
“Oh,” she cries out, and I step away to give him room to work her over.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life—his lips formed around her bud, pressing into the pillows of her massive tits. As Wolf works my wife, I assemble our nine-foot tree in the corner beside the fireplace. It doesn’t take long. Four layers, all stacked on top of each other.
Once I’m done, I join them and take Gracie’s other nipple into my mouth.
She shivers and moans as we suckle her. Damn, she tastes good.
Wolf’s hot breath wafts over my cheek as he nudges his head to mine and flicks out his tongue to share Gracie’s peak with him.
It lashes the side of my lip, and I ease off enough to swirl the rosy tip together.
As his tongue swirls with mine, the wildest group of butterflies wreaks havoc in my chest as my heart pumps a million beats a minute.
Before I know it, I’ve got Wolf’s mouth on mine.
His tongue plunges inside, staking claim, and I have to do everything within my power to keep breathing, to try and kiss him back.
His hands are everywhere—on my chest and my cock, on my ass, and in my hair, where he grabs a fistful and yanks my mouth from his.
“You taste fuckin’ delicious, Kid,” he groans, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth.
I gasp as the bite burns, but I want more.
I need more.
I need to kiss him as much as I need air.
Diving for his lips, Wolf chuckles darkly, and the sound shoots straight to my groin. His hold on my hair gets tighter. “Not so fast, Kid.”
I pant.
“Please kiss him,” Gracie begs for me.
Yes.
Please kiss me.
More.
Wolf’s head turns ever so slowly to look over at my wife. My sexy, perfect, flushed wife. Her nipples are pink, and one of them has a hickey.
“Come kiss your husband, sweet girl,” Wolf orders.
Obeying, Gracie steps in front of our sexy guest, sandwiching herself between us. Wolf releases his hold on my hair as my wife curls her arms around my neck and draws me down to kiss her.
And I do.
I kiss her hard, wrapping an arm around her.
Gracie’s breasts smash against me as I consume what’s mine.
It’s sexy and familiar, but different, too, with Wolf watching.
I sense him move, and when he presses his bulge against my ass and starts to lower my bottoms to the ground, I don’t stop him.
I shiver and moan into the kiss. When he pecks my ass cheek, one and then the next, his warm breath bathing my sensitive flesh, I kiss my wife with all I’ve got.
I send a silent thank you to whoever made this happen, whoever fulfilled my dreams, my fantasies, and gave me a moment, even a night with this man I’ve spent years dreaming of.
I shouldn’t do this.
I should stop.
But I don’t think I can.
The Kid’s shirt came off, and with it went my hesitation.
His chest.
Gracie’s tits.
Fuck.
Now I have his ass right in front of me.
His toned ass that he worked years turning into a goddamn Greek sculpture.
I lick the seam, and Jace’s knees give out. Gracie catches him before he falls and helps him onto the floor. I follow him down, as does she.
On his hands and knees on the carpet, Jace looks at me over his shoulder, panting. Sweat glistens down his tattooed back, shining in the dim firelight. Gracie gives me a look.
She wants this for him.
We talked about it at length when he was handling the Christmas decorations.
I’m his only fantasy.
He doesn’t watch porn.
He doesn’t want anyone but her…
Except this…
I’ve never respected a woman more than I do her.
Even if she wasn’t attracted to me, even if I wasn’t attracted to her, Gracie would still want this for Jace. For him to experience this once in his life.
And while I should stop and give him time to think, I’m not going to.
Gracie doesn’t want that either.
She doesn’t want him to chicken out.
Spreading Jace’s cheeks, I swipe my nose up his taint to his hole.
A broken moan falls from his lips.
“I’m gonna eat your ass, Kid.”
“Fuck.”
“Sweet girl, do you wanna watch?” I ask the pretty woman.
“Fuuuck.”
Gracie crawls around Jace and kneels beside me. I pull back to give her a view of his tight pucker.
“Looks yummy, doesn’t it?” I purr, and she nods, lids half-mast, chewing on her bottom lip.
“Why don’t you be my good girl, take off your pants too, and kneel beside him?” I coax gently.
“I…”
“Go on, Gracie. Take off your leggings. I wanna see your sweet, wet pussy.” Reaching between her thighs, I rub that special spot over her bottoms. It’s damp there. When the fabric sucks between her folds, I massage a little harder.
Gracie gasps my name and grabs my wrist. I can’t tell if it’s to stop me or beg for more. But it doesn’t matter, I don’t stop when she repeats my name.
“Wolf.”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“I’m…”
“Nervous. I know. Here.” Scooting back from Jace, I hook my fingers into the top of Gracie’s leggings and tug them down to her knees. Then I help her into the same position beside her husband, praising her the entire time.
“You’re so beautiful. That’s it.” Tugging her leggings down the rest of the way, along with her thong, I slide them entirely off and toss them onto the couch for her to deal with later.
Sitting back on my knees, I whistle at their exposed asses right there for me to lick and fuck. Christ… this feels like a dream.
Settling behind my sweet girl, I pull her cheeks apart, exposing her tight little pink pucker and juicy, plump folds to me.
That’s one of the best things about being with thick women.
Their fat pussies. So juicy and beautiful.
Hers is shaven clean, so I can see every inch.
Her pretty little inner lips hang slightly outside the outer ones, and I groan at the sight.
Gorgeous.
“Do you love eating your wife’s pussy, Kid?” I ask Jace as I rub my greedy hands up and down Gracie’s ass.
“Yes.”
“You wanna share her pussy with me?”
“Yes.”
“What if I wanna dump my cum into her sweet cunt?”
“Oh,” Gracie gasps, and I swipe a finger through her drenched folds.
“You’re so wet for me, sweetheart.” Bringing my finger to my lips, I lick it clean.
“Fuck,” Jace grates, shifting his legs further apart like he needs my hands on him, but I’m not ready yet. Give it time.
“You want your wife wet for me, Kid?” I torment, knowing this must get him just as hard as it’s making me. I reach down and grip my erection. It won’t take long for me to blow today.
“Yes. Sir.”
“You want her to sit on my cock while you watch?”
“Yes,” he croaks and humps the air.
“Well. That’s nice, but I think I need to eat your ass first, don’t you?”
Lightly spanking Gracie’s bottom, I address her. “Crawl in front of Jace, will you, sweet girl? Let him eat you while I eat him. It’s the least he can do for being such a needy bottom.”
Another one of those hot, broken noises leaks out of Jace as Gracie does as she’s told.
I kneel behind him, spread his cheeks again, and dive in for a real taste.
Spearing Jace on my tongue is transcendent.
It’s addictive. I groan as I eat him, like this is my last meal.
Slurping and sucking, I devour him, and Jace shakes.
His poor, rock-hard cock, pointing down at the floor, pours a continuous stream of precum onto the carpet.
Gracie moans as Jace does his duty as a good husband, and when she comes, it’s music to my ears.
But I don’t stop.
Not when Jace’s entire body tightens.
Or when he cries out.
Not when he shoves his hips back, trying to impale his softening hole on my tongue.
I do what I please for as long as I please.
When he grabs for his dick to jack off, I slap his hand away, and then I slap his ass hard. My handprint raises, all five digits perfectly discernible across his pale flesh.
“Don’t you touch your cock again,” I snarl, my lips grazing his hole.
Jace whines.
Fucking whines.
And it’s beautiful.
Watching him come apart strand by strand.
Gracie joins me once she’s gotten her fill, and at my side, she watches me turn her husband inside out, giving him the best rim job, the best tongue fuck of his life.
Once he’s a sweaty, sobbing, needy mess, then and only then do I flip him over onto his back. He stares up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly, writhing on the floor. His cock is coated in precum, his lips chewed up, and he’s breathing like he just ran a marathon.
I slot myself between his thighs and rest them on either side of me.
He stares down.
“Wolf,” he croaks.
I run my hands up and down his thick, hairy thighs. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. Please.” Tears glisten in his eyes as his entire body vibrates, overtaken with pleasure-infused endorphins.
He’s stunning.
I put my palm out for Gracie. “Give me your hand, sweetheart.”
She complies, and I force two of her fingers together and use them to probe his soft, back door. Around and around, I use her to please him, and when I know he’s ready, I slip her digits inside.
Jace’s eyes roll into the back of his head. “Fuck.”
“Finger him, sweet girl, nice and slow,” I encourage, and she does. In and out, Gracie preps her husband’s ass.
Standing, I undo my pants and remove them so we’re all naked. They both watch as I do, getting an eyeful of all of me.
When I’m ready, I straddle Jace’s thick chest, cup the back of his head, and feed him my cock.
Warm, wet heat envelops my head as he sucks down the precum before letting me thrust just a bit deeper.
Not too much, since I don’t want to choke him.
We’ll work up to that, in time, if he wants to. ‘Cause I do.
His moans vibrate up and down my shaft and straight into my balls as Gracie fingers her husband.
“Add another one, sweetheart,” I instruct, and Jace’s nostrils flare as she fills him like the obedient bunny she is. So sweet and soft and perfect.
Looking into his eyes, I fuck Jace’s mouth.
“You’re doin’ so good, handsome, suckin’ a cock for the first time.”
He moans, and those tears leak out of the corners of his eyes.
“So fuckin’ good, Kid. So good.” I rock my hips and slowly drag myself to the cliff of no return.
Praise pours from my soul to both of them, my Kid and good girl. They follow instructions so well that when I order Gracie to add a fourth finger, she doesn’t question me and fits them inside.
Jace whimpers around his mouthful.
“You’ve got this, Kid. You’re doing so well taking those fingers. Do they feel good in your ass, sweet boy?”
Jace nods just a tiny bit, and his eyes shut for just a moment.
“Do you want my cum in your mouth or ass, sweet boy?” I whisper, testing the endearment out again to see how he takes it. Pulling my shaft out, I smear saliva across his abused lips with my cockhead and await his reply.
He pants and swallows thickly.
“What do you want, sweet boy?”
His bottom lip trembles.
“He wants it in his ass,” Gracie answers for us, and I don’t ask again. I slide off the sexy man and fit myself between his legs. Gracie removes her fingers, and I glide right inside. It’s a smooth, easy fit, as my saliva-soaked rod drives to the hilt. Then I still.
Jace, with his eyes wide and mouth rounded in an O, shudders, and cum erupts from his cock.
Thick ropes hit my abs and his as his back arches off the floor, and he comes.
It’s quiet. Far quieter than I expected.
But when I touch his shaft, he cries out in soul-deep pleasure, and even more cum jets from his slit, filling my hand as I jack him.
Once he’s wrung dry and his body is soft and pliant, I fuck his ass. It doesn’t take long. A few gentle thrusts as Jace watches me. His dick soft, lying on his belly, surrounded in spend, his eyelids half-mast, lips swollen, he watches.
“I’m gonna come,” I grunt, driving to the hilt. I grab Gracie and draw her into a kiss as my balls draw tight, and I come, and I come, and I… fuck… I come… spilling into Jace’s tightness… Into his perfect body, as I groan into his wife’s mouth, into our kiss, into her sweetness.
When I’m finished, and his ass squeezes the last drop from my cock, I withdraw and collapse on the floor beside Jace.
Gracie joins me.
With me in the middle and them on either side, Jace folds his fingers through mine, holding my hand, and Gracie does the same.
Staring at the ceiling together, something in my chest shifts.
Something odd.
Something I’ve never felt before.
Something that feels an awful lot like home.
Fuck.