Chapter 27 #2
West strokes his hands over her ass, brushing over the bunny tail and making her twitch in his arms. He smiles, kissing her nose. “Where?”
“Inside me,” she pants. And Jude moans West’s name, making him smirk in his direction.
West kisses down her neck, lifting her higher in his arms to reach her perfect tits that have been far too neglected so far. Her nipples are hard little buds, begging for his attention and he catches one between his teeth rolling it sharply before releasing it.
“How?” he pushes Berlyn and Jude groans. West arches a brow to where he’s still on the ground, hand wrapped around his leaking cock. “Crawl to her,” he commands.
I bite my knuckles, a shudder of pleasure rushing through me as Jude follows West’s demands.
On his hands and knees, Jude crawls the few feet that separated him from Berlyn and West. As he moves, West continues to whisper to Berlyn. “See how desperate you make us.” She can’t tear her eyes away from Jude, her chest rising and falling faster with each foot he gets closer.
“You gotta give him a reward now, Berlyn,” West prompts, setting her on her feet gently in front of Jude. She looks back at him unsure but West only nods his encouragement.
Jude stays on his knees in front of, waiting for her to make the first move.
“Give him what he wants,” West pushes, but she stares at him wide-eyed, not sure what to do. His voice hardens as he turns to Jude. “On your back.”
The dichotomy in the way he treats the two of them is turning me on all over again.
Jude lays back and West pulls Berlyn’s hair back until it cascades down to her tail and then guides her down to Jude. She allows him to move her like she’s his little doll and I can’t tear my eyes away from them.
A puppeteer putting on the most hedonistic show imaginable.
“Let him feel you coming on his cock,” West murmurs, lifting Berlyn and straddling her over Jude’s lap, facing toward his feet. Both of them groan as they allow West to guide them into the position he wants. “Take,” he directs, Berlyn. “Until you come.”
Grabbing Jude’s cock, he helps Berlyn sink down his hard length, but when Jude starts to thrust up into her, West smacks his thigh. Jude lays flat cursing and West arches a brow at Berlyn. “Ride him. Take,” he repeats the command.
Berlyn is slow to move at first, but grows more comfortable as pleasure consumes her. West watches with a satisfied smile. Jude’s hands wrap around Berlyn until his fingers find her chest and he plucks, twists, and teases her nipples until she’s moaning his name.
West lowers himself to the ground, laying over Jude’s feet until his face his level with where Berlyn’s cunts slides up and down Jude’s throbbing length. She leans back and Jude helps keep her balanced so she can continue undulating her hips over him. Taking exactly what she wants.
My breath catches in my throat as West darts his tongue out, licking both Jude and Berlyn in one long slow swipe.
He continues the process, making both of them cry out in ecstasy.
As Berlyn’s smooth moves become more and more chaotic as she gets closer, he flicks his tongue faster against her clit while Jude encourages her hips to keep moving.
I drop to the ground next to them, grabbing Berlyn by the throat and forcing her head in my direction as I kiss her.
Our kiss isn’t sweet or gentle, but a desperate battle of wills as I dominate her with my tongue.
I invade every bit of her mouth until she’s breaking between the three of us all over again.
“My turn,” Jude says, flipping her over onto her hands and knees before her orgasm has fully receded. West chuckles as he backs off, allowing Jude to have his own moment with her. We’ve each had one. A perfect dance of give and take between the four of us.
Berlyn screams, her voice cracking with the rawness of it as he slams into her from behind. Jude gathers her hair in his hand, pulling it back until he can fist it at the root. His hips buck into her while he uses his grip in her hair to force her to take every inch of his thick cock.
Her eyes are glazed over with lust and pleasure, truly surrendering herself to us. This time completely of her own free will. Nothing between us to influence her.
His name spills from her lips in a needy plea for all of him.
He gives it to her. “I’ve got you, Baby Girl,” he promises, snapping his hips and pulling her up off her hands until her back is flush with his front.
The new position puts pressure on the butt plug, no doubt making her feel even more full.
One of his hands wraps around to find her clit and he thrums it with the same intensity he continues to slam into her. Tears spill down her cheeks and she’s unable to get anything coherent out besides her whimpers and moans.
Her body grows more and more tense until she’s even holding her breath as her orgasm rips through her violently soaking both of them as she squirts.
I lick my lips, remembering her taste and Jude curses, sinking his teeth into her shoulder as he comes inside her, setting off another smaller series of trembles through Berlyn’s body.
They’re both left panting, collapsing together in a heap. West picks Berlyn back into her arms before she can hit the dirt. Not that it makes too much of a difference. All four of us are covered in dirt, sweat, and come. Who knows what else?
He lifts her until they’re face to face and he licks up her tears. “So goddamn pretty.”
Fuck. My cock aches for more attention after everything we just watched, but Berlyn looks absolutely wrung out as she collapses into West’s arms, resting her face into the crook of his neck.
He readjusts her and I scoff as I realize what he’s doing.
She’s smaller than any of us, but especially compared to Weston, she might as well be his doll.
He lifts her so easily, revealing his hard cock between them.
He slides into her and a contented sigh spills from her as he resettles her against him, now with him buried in her to the hilt.
“You can’t carry her home like that,” I say, laughing.
He arches a brow at me, and Berlyn doesn’t even move from her position resting on his shoulder. “Watch me.”