Chapter 25 – Mason
Emory had frozen when he saw us—his eyes scanning Leslie’s body, eyes growing hooded. He wanted her. I wanted to kill him for it, even though this was exactly what I’d planned. And I’ll confess—I was a little turned on by it. He couldn’t have her, only I could, but he could play with her—once.
Leslie’s breathing had quickened. She started to cover her pussy with her hands, but I stopped her, pulling them behind her back and gripping them. She cowered against me, but she was even more turned on—I could smell it.
There it was: proof.
“Dude, your room is right there.” Emory motioned behind him.
“Remember when we were kids and the teacher would tell us it wasn’t fair to bring a snack unless there was enough to share with the class?”
“I remember.” There was a glint in Emory’s eyes. “You saying what I think you’re saying?”
“No,” Leslie tried to deny us—and herself.
“You want this,” I told her. “You told me as much, butterfly. Consider it a gift to you—and an apology.” To Emory I said, “You can’t fuck her pussy or ass, but everything else is fair game.”
I kissed Leslie’s hair.
“You want a distraction? You want to feel better? This is it.”
“But I don’t want him,” she objected. But the wetness glistening on her thighs told a different story.
I swatted her ass. “Honesty goes both ways, butterfly.”
She gasped. “How?—”
“You told me the night I took your pussy for the first time. And I’ll give you anything—everything you want.”
“But—” she protested, but it was half-hearted.
I changed tactics. “You want me, don’t you? And you want to please me?”
She nodded.
“Good.”
I moved to the couch, lifting her up and then placing her right above my lap. She was still tight—she’d only lost her virginity to me a week ago—so it took some leverage but I finally got her to slide down my cock until she was wrapped around all of it. So tight and hot, and she’d just had her mouth around me, and I needed to come.
Not yet, I ordered myself. This was for her.
Emory swaggered toward us, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his cock. Where I was long and curved, Emory was short, but thick. Leslie was going to have a hard time getting her mouth around him.
Good.
He stood above her, his cock in line with her face. He looked at me.
“I want to touch her tits,” he said.
“Butterfly, take your top off,” I told her. She hesitated, and I smacked her hip. In response, she clenched around me.
Fuck.
I focused on holding in my come, even though my balls ached.
“Now,” I said.
Slowly, her hands trembling, she pulled her tank top over her head, revealing her small, perky breasts. I bent my head so my chin rested on her shoulder. I didn’t want to miss the show.
Emory started stroking her tits, circling her nipples until they were tight to what must have been the point of pain. Then he began pinching them.
“Suck on his balls,” I ordered her. “Put your whole mouth around them. That’s it. Good girl.”
Emory exhaled, distracted from playing with her tits. His cock hardened, slapping her face.
I took over for him. Pinching her nipples in a continuous rhythm. Her pussy started clenching to the same beat. I was playing her like a fiddle, and I fucking loved it.
Emory pulled his balls from her mouth. “She’s gotta open wider, or I’ll never fit,” he said.
“Daddy needs you to open wide for his friend,” I said.
“I’m trying,” she whined.
“I’ll help.” Using my free hand, I hooked my fingers in her cheek, pulling until her jaw widened. Emory raised an eyebrow. I’d never touched his cock before, but there was a first time for everything.
He shoved his cock in her mouth, the side touching my knuckles. It was an interesting sensation, but it was the way Leslie’s cheeks bulged and her pussy started clenching around me that really turned me on.
“Ah, fuck,” Emory said. “Watch your teeth.”
I growled. “Careful how you talk to her.”
He shook his head. “Please watch your teeth, Leslie.”
“Better.” Satisfied, I went back to pinching her tits, throwing in a slap every once in a while to keep things interesting. Emory matched my rhythm, thrusting in her mouth.
Terrified, Leslie reached out a hand, searching for one of mine. I linked our fingers together and squeezed. She calmed, surrendering once again.
Mine.I fought off the part of me who wanted to strangle him for getting near her, much less having his cock in her mouth. But it was my hand she was holding. He was an interloper, that was all.
“How deep can I—” Emory began.
Protectiveness rose in my chest. “Don’t choke her and go slow. She’s my good girl but she’s new to this.”
Leslie moaned around his cock in agreement.
He slowly began thrusting in and out of her mouth, grunting. I moved the hand not holding hers from her tits down her stomach, feeling her tremble from my touch.
“Poor butterfly,” I murmured in her ear. “Getting it from both ends from your former bullies. You must be so overwhelmed. You must need to come so badly, you probably hate that, don’t you? No coming until I say so.”
She shuddered, but didn’t orgasm. I was impressed by how well she was taking to my orders, but then she’d been made for me. Meant to be mine, so why wouldn’t her body know its master? I began to rub her clit lightly, as Emory thrust deeper. She gurgled around his cock, clenching so tight around my cock, my balls felt like they were boulders.
It wouldn’t take much, for either of us.
“Feel free to let loose now,” I told Emory, who grunted in reply and picked up speed. It was quiet in the room, the only sounds the wet gurgles of Leslie’s mouth and short gasps as she took in air, Emory’s grunts, and my heavy breathing.
I sped up my circles and clit spanking. Leslie jerked in my arms, her body going stiff as a board.
There we go.
“A virgin a week ago, and you’re already being spitroasted. You’re Daddy’s little slut now. You’ll do whatever I tell you, butterfly? You love being controlled like this. It doesn’t matter that he’s in your throat, you’re mine and mine alone.” With that, I pinched her clit, and Leslie cried out again, her body jerking, cut off by Emory’s cock.
“Fuck, I’m gonna,” Emory choked.
“Not in her mouth,” I ordered, and with a pained groan, he pulled out, jerked his cock once, twice, and came all over Leslie’s tits. The degradation was pushing Leslie to her limits—and I still hadn’t released her poor clit, which was pulsing between my thumb and forefinger.
Emory stumbled backwards, landing in an armchair facing the couch.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted.
Time to make my fiddle play her tune. My cock was thick and desperate, and it deserved its reward for waiting for so long. And Leslie still hadn’t come.
“Gonna fill you up with my come, little butterfly,” I taunted, releasing her clit from its cage. “Train you to take my come now, so you’re ready when I start breeding you later.”
That did it. She shrieked, loud enough to bring down the walls as she pulsed around me, her walls squeezing my cock. I didn’t even need to thrust, the pressure enough to light my balls on fire as I came, unleashing a tide of neverending come, filling her up to the brim. It was like my cock had never come before, because I kept coming, feeling it drip down her pussy and back onto my balls, which made me spurt all over again.
Emory watched.
“You lucky fucking asshole,” he said once I’d finished. Leslie trembled against me, breathing heavily, aftershocks making her clench around me in small jerks. I rubbed her stomach gently, calming her.
“That was a one and done,” I told him. “Consider it a gesture of goodwill for keeping this between us for so long.”
“Yeah, sure,” he muttered, standing, rezipping his jeans, and leaving the room.
“That was, that was,” Leslie was gasping.
“That was a one time thing for you, too,” I told her. “I figured it was only fair for you to get to have one other cock—but that’s the last one. You fantasized about this, and I promised to fulfill your fantasies. Once. For the rest of our lives, the only cock you’ll ever have in your mouth is mine, the only hands you’ll have on your perfect little tits are mine. Got it?” Under my breath, I added. “You have no idea how much that killed me.”
“Then why’d you do it?” she murmured.
“Because I have one purpose in life, and that’s making you happy. Do you get it now, butterfly?”
She blinked, understanding coming to her eyes. “Yes.”
I jostled her. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. I stood up, lifting her into my arms. “I’ll get you cleaned up and then we should work on this assignment, shouldn’t we?”
“I don’t think my brain is working,” she told me.
I laughed and kissed her. “I’ll do most of the work. I’ve been doing most of it so far, anyway.”
“Hey,” she slapped me. She was so much easier with me after she orgasmed. I needed to remember that. I didn’t know how long it would last this time, before she remembered the stepsiblings of it all.
“Don’t worry, butterfly. I’ll always do the work for you.”