Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
JASON
Walking into the house, I rub my tired, aching shoulders.
It’s been a week since Christian and I beat the shit out of each other, and everything still hurts. Sure, the swelling and bruising is slowly fading, but not as much as I would have liked. The two of us still avoid seeing people, so they don’t ask questions. At least we can laugh about it now, well, most of the time. It depends on Christian's behaviour and whether he’s snapping at the rest of us.
“You okay now, boss?”
I turn to Gordon and nod.
“Yeah, you turn in for the night. I’ll see you Monday.” Gordon nods once, disappearing out the back door to grab his car and head home. After spending seven hours stuck with me in a CCTV office, I’m not surprised he ran to get away.
Walking to the fridge, I pull out a beer and drink it in one go. I need to relax and unwind, but I won’t do that until Jasmine’s home safely.
“Any problems?”
The twins walk into the kitchen, each wearing only a pair of sweatpants. I know they have spent much of this evening at the gym with Ryan, and another fighter Sean is considering possibly signing. He’s taking his new role seriously, but that doesn’t surprise me. He’s always been the brains of the duo, whereas Maximus has been the muscles.
“Nope. She had a great day and hasn’t stopped laughing or dancing all night,” I reply, smiling to myself as I remember how she spent the whole night on the dance floor with her friends. “It was like she didn’t have a care in the world.”
“That’s such a relief. I was sure something would play on her mind, and she’d miss out on enjoying her day.”
I look at Sean and nod. We’d all been worried about it, especially once Christian got called away. I know he would have let her know. But from what I saw in the CCTV room at the club, she didn’t let it get her down. Reaching into the fridge, I pull out another bottle of beer and offer one to each of the twins, who take them with a ‘thanks’.
“When will she be home?” Maximus asks as he takes a drink.
“Any minute. She’s the only one left in the car,” I answer. “I followed them until they dropped off the last dancer, then overtook them so I could beat her back. She has no idea I’ve been following her all day.” I didn’t think I would get away with it, especially when Verity spotted me at the spa, but she winked when I placed a finger over my lips, and they carried on as if I wasn’t there.
“Any word from Christian?” I ask, leaning back against the counter. Both twins shake their heads.
“I’m not expecting to hear from him until tomorrow. He seemed pissed and ready for blood when he stormed out of here,” Sean answers, shaking his head. “His temper is starting to get the better of him,” he adds, sharing a look with his twin before they both look at me.
“I know,” I sigh, rubbing my forehead in an attempt to relax. “He is trying, but he has always done things in his way. He has asked me to deal with a few things, though.”
“It’s a start, at least,” Maximus sighs. “I just wish he would stop taking his shit out on us.”
“It’s not like you are helping with how you speak to him,” Sean adds with raised brows.
“I only speak to him like he speaks to me,” Maximus snaps defensively.
“You are both as bad as each other, and you know it. It's always been the same with you two,” I sigh as Maximus stares at me, unable to argue.
Maximus and Christian are the most alike out of us all, and it shows by the way they collide at times. I don’t think Maximus has completely forgiven Christian for stopping him from going to Jasmine that night or for the fact he has been putting her in danger by not telling us what’s been going on. He was livid when he heard about her reaction to the security drill. He’s always been extra protective of Jasmine, but he's even worse after hearing about what she remembered from her childhood. We are all very protective of our future wife. But Maximus seems to be trying to protect her from the rest of us, and it’s causing a few arguments.
“Do you think he's tracked down Carol's old suppliers?” Sean asks nervously. From the second he woke up the morning after Jaz told us all she’d remembered, he’s been in contact with some dodgy ass bastards, asking around about who used to supply her and who was known for having a liking for kids. I have seen a couple of email exchanges on his anonymous email account with information about possible suspects.
“If he has, then I don’t think they will be around much longer,” I answer, not wanting to say anymore. Sure, we would all like to have a minute with the arseholes, but at this point, we just need them dead and buried so Jaz never has to worry about them ever again.
My phone pings in my pocket, and I know it’s the security system telling me there is activity on the driveway.
“She’s back,” I announce as I watch the limo pull up outside on my screen. Placing my phone and bottle on the side, I head towards the front door with my brothers, eager to see our girl and hear all about her day.
Opening the front door, I watch as Terry climbs out of the front passenger seat, still obviously in a lot of pain from his injuries. We’ve tried to get him to rest, but knowing that Jasmine is possibly being watched, he's taken it upon himself to be her protection alongside Layton.
“Now that’s all finished with. Will you do as you are told and rest tomorrow, knowing we will all be home?” I ask, approaching the car. Terry looks at me and smirks.
“I’ll relax once your brother is back. I have a bottle of painkillers and a bed with my name on it ready for his return.” Terry isn’t used to taking a back seat when it comes to Christian, but they decided that Terry would stay with Jasmine today, and Mykela went with Christian.
I shake my head before walking to the back of the car, where Maximus is holding the door open for Jasmine who climbs out looking radiant in her white dress.
“Princess, you look truly breathtaking,” Sean gushes as he takes her hand and kisses her knuckles.
“White certainly suits you, Shorty,” Maximus adds as he pulls her towards him before tipping her back to kiss her. Jasmine yelps before laughing as Maximus rights her again.
“You are both biased.” She slaps him on the chest before turning her attention to me. “How do you like my dress? I half expected you to charge onto the dance floor when it kept riding up.”
I stare at her for a moment before smiling. Of course, she knew I was watching. She is more observant than we give her credit for.
“How would I have known to charge anywhere?” I tease.
Jasmine walks to me with a swagger in her step. She stops when her body is flush with mine. Taking the collar of my shirt, she started playing with it whilst giving me her come-to-bed eyes.
“I know you’ve been watching me all day. You aren’t as sneaky as you like to think, Daddy.”
“Oh really? Tell me, Angel. How did you know I was watching you and not someone else?” I ask, brushing my lips gently across hers as my hand rests on her ass.
“Because I know you. I can feel when you are close, and I know which one of you it is without even seeing your faces,” she whispers against my lips.
“I think we need to put that to the test.” Without warning, I lift her off her feet and carry her into the house as she laughs in my arms. “We need all three of us to test this theory properly.” I look at my brothers, walking behind me, smiling at Jasmine.
“I’m more than happy to see how you plan on testing this theory,” Sean laughs behind us.
“You are always more than happy to go along with anything if it includes sex,” Jasmine laughs in my arms as I carry her through the house.
“Only if that sex is with you, Princess,” he answers.
“Right answer,” she teases before looking back at me. Her arms are around my neck as I carry her up the stairs. “Just a heads up, you may want to take your time taking the dress off. I may have ordered something a little special.”
I stop in the middle and look down at the amazing, beautiful woman in my arms as she chews on her bottom lip seductively.
“How special?”
“You will have to undress me to find out.” The wink she gives us at the end is enough to have my brothers and me cursing as we speed up, heading straight for her room.
Placing Jasmine on her feet, I step back and take in how beautiful she looks.
She’s wearing a beautiful white lace dress, which hugs her body like she was stitched into it. It stops mid-thigh, where her long legs look perfect in what I can guess are stockings. On her feet, she has beautiful white shoes with a thin stiletto heel at least five inches high. Jasmine is tall even when in trainers, but with her heels, she is almost the same height as us. I might have spent the whole day watching her every move, but now I can admire her up close; she is even more breathtaking.
Maximus steps forward, taking her hand and holding it up.
“Turn around, Shorty. Let us see the whole look.”
Jasmine's cheeks become flushed as she smiles, almost sheepishly, before doing as asked. The three of us stare in awe as she turns slowly.
“You are beautiful beyond words every single day, Princess. But tonight, you are truly taking my breath away.” Sean steps up as Maximus lets go of her hand. He threads his fingers into the hair at the back of her head, under the veil she is still wearing and kisses her. Jasmine's hands land on his bare chest, and I turn away to give them a second. I’m already making a plan for how tonight is going to go.
Stepping into her wardrobe, I look for a silk scarf I bought for her a few months ago. Luckily, I find it easily, as things could go either way when looking for something of Jasmine’s. With her technically having five rooms, she has things in each of them. But this is her main wardrobe where her washing goes.
Walking back into the bedroom with the scarf in my hand, I find Jasmine giggling in Maximus’s arms as he whispers something in her ear. From the look on his face, I can only imagine he’s teasing her in a way only he can. Jasmine spots me as I move closer, her eyes falling on the scarf in my hands.
“Are you going to tie me up, Daddy?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with eagerness. I shake my head as I stop in front of her. Maximus steps back with a grin.
“As you seem so sure you can tell us apart without seeing us, I thought we could see how accurate your guesses are.” Folding the scarf width ways, and then again, I hold it up for her to see.
“I’m going to blindfold you, and the three of us are going to take turns to pleasure you, and you have to see if you can tell who it is.”
“Sounds easy enough,” she smirks.
“But there will be rewards and consequences if you are right or wrong,” I warn. Jasmine doesn’t even look phased by this. In fact, she’s looking very confident.
“What do I get when I’m right?”
“ If you are right, we will let you come,” I answer, walking behind her slowly. I can see her itching to turn around with me. The way her breasts seem to enlarge as she takes a deep breath signals how excited she is. I know if I reached between her legs now, I would find her soaking wet and ready for us.
“Do you want to know what will happen if you get it wrong?” I ask, gently running a finger over her bare shoulder and down her arm, not missing how her breath catches.
“I won’t.” I don’t think I have ever seen her so confident. There isn’t a single doubt in her mind, but she doesn’t know that I plan on confusing her, making sure she gets it wrong at least once.
“We will have to see, won’t we,” I tease, kissing her shoulder gently. Her whole body quivers to the point I’m sure her legs will go from beneath her. But she stays standing as I stand back.
“What are your new safe words, Princess?” Sean asks, looking a little concerned.
“Red, orange and green. Red to stop, orange to ease off and green for everything’s fine.”
Maximus steps up until he’s close enough to cup her cheek. “If it gets too much, you have to tell us. You know everything happens at your pace.”
Jasmine nods before leaning into his hand.
“I’m fine, Daddy. I want you, all of you.”
We have all been on edge after she remembered her past, but as always, she has gone from strength to strength, proving once again how unbelievably strong she is.
Jasmine has asked that we try not to treat her differently, as it reminds her of why we are being cautious. Jasmine has always been in control of what we do, and even when she is in full subspace, one word and everything stops. This will be no different; if anything, we will check in with her more than usual, simply asking for her colour.
Maximus looks over her shoulder at me and nods, giving me the go-ahead. Stepping forward, I place the blindfold over her eyes and tie it behind the veil.
“I’m leaving this in place,” I whisper into her ear. “By the time we are finished with you, the only thing left on your body will be this scarf and veil.” This time, when I run my finger lightly over her smooth skin, I slide them towards the zipper at the side of her dress. “Shall we let your other Daddy know what's happening? I’m sure he would love to watch via the security cameras if he’s free.” A heavenly sigh leaves her as she nods. I kiss her cheek before looking at Sean and giving him the sign to call Christian. Pulling his phone from his pocket, it rings around the quiet room before Christian answers.
“I’m here. But I don’t know how long for.” The sound of his voice tells me he’s been watching since we came up here.
“You got the camera in Jazzy’s room up?” I ask.
“I do. But you will have to fill me in on the details I missed.”
“Shorty is convinced she can tell us all apart without seeing us. She’s so confident that she has agreed for us to blindfold her.” Maximus is smiling and seems more relaxed now that he has confirmed to himself that Jasmine is okay with all of this.
“And if she gets it wrong?” Christian asks.
“We edge her for three minutes,” Sean answers.
“I will not get anything wrong. I know each of you without having to think about it.” She looks up at the camera with a sexy smirk on her face. “Just like I know Daddy will be sitting somewhere, probably a couch, with the laptop on the coffee table in front of him, a glass of bourbon in his hand as he leans his elbows on his knees. His tie will be in his pocket, top shirt buttons undone, sleeves rolled up, and he's already hard.” She continues to smile at the camera as Christian clears his throat.
“Is she right?” I ask, smiling at my brothers.
“Yes.”
Jasmine looks very proud of herself as well as a little smug. Maybe she does know us better than we realised. That doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun trying to trick her.
I step back and walk over to my brothers. The three of us standing in front of our girl.
“Can you tell us what order we are standing in?” Sean asks as the three of us stand in a row.
“Daddy Jason, Daddy Max and Daddy Sean,” she answers, not even thinking about it.
“Correct,” I reply before the three of us move again. This time, I don’t even have time to ask the question.
“Daddy Max, Daddy Jason and Daddy Sean.”
“She’s tracking us,” Maximus whispers out the side of his mouth.
“Correct. But let’s make it a little harder.” I share a smile with my brothers before continuing. “Turn around and face the wall.” I might not be able to see her eyes, but I know she just rolled them at me. “Without the attitude, Jazzy,” I warn, hoping I get to discipline her a little. It always makes it more fun when she’s a brat. I think that’s why she and Maximus have so much fun together. I sometimes find myself getting jealous of the way she becomes a complete brat for him.
The three of us start moving positions, purposely swapping and changing a few extra times to ensure she wouldn’t have been able to track the sound of feet.
“What order are we in, Princess?” Sean asks, looking confident that she will get it wrong.
“Daddy Maximus, Daddy Sean and Daddy Jason.”
“Right again,” Christian laughs through the phone. It's time to make this a little harder, I think. I beckon my brothers closer so I can whisper to them.
“One of you go up and get her out of that dress. Don’t say a word and see who she thinks it is.” The two of them grin at me. The three of us share a look, and Sean slowly creeps up behind her. He slowly takes hold of the zip and starts sliding it down before helping the dress slowly slide from her body. Watching from behind, I’m mesmerised. Everything about this woman is exquisite.
“Daddy Sean,” she gasps as his lips brush the skin on her shoulder.
“Correct, Princess,” he smirks against her skin as he continues to kiss her skin while the dress falls to the floor.
“Fuck,” Maximus and Christian curse at the same time.
I know every set I have ever gifted her. I have to go shopping regularly as my brothers seem to have a thing for ripping her underwear from her body. I rarely buy her white, but after seeing this set on her, I realise that’s going to change.
Sean steps away from Jasmine as he holds her hand and encourages her to turn around, ensuring we see the full effect of the white lace bra, thong and suspenders, which hold up the thinnest of stockings.
“Sweetheart do not let anyone rip that set from you. I need to see this in the flesh,” Christian's voice comes through the phone. I look over my shoulder to where the camera is and smile. I have no doubt he will rip them from her in seconds the moment she stands in front of him in nothing but them.
“Turn her back around,” Maximus orders his twin, unable to take his eyes from the goddess before us. Sean nods and ensures her back is to us again. With his eyes set on what he wants, Maximus steps forward and stops inches from her before reaching out and unfastening her bra in one flick of his fingers. A laugh bursts from Jasmine as she slams her hand over her mouth.
“Something funny?” I ask. Jasmine shakes her head, but I can see she's trying desperately not to laugh. “Spill it, Angel.”
“I thought you were going to make this difficult?” She turns her head so she is grinning at Maximus. “No one can unclip a bra like Daddy Max.” Maximus grabs her face and slams his lips into her, catching her off guard as he devours her mouth. I don’t miss how he has to hold her up as he pulls away from her sharply.
“Time to make it harder then,” he growls before releasing her and stepping back. “On your knees, Shorty.” He takes hold of her elbow as she lowers herself to the floor in nothing but her shoes, thong, suspenders, stockings, blindfold, and veil. Yeah, that’s too many items and needs rectifying.
As soon as he's confident she isn’t in danger of toppling over, Maximus walks over to Sean and me, grinning.
“Let’s see how well she knows our cocks.”
“Time to find out how well you know your favourite part of us,” I laugh as the three of us walk around each other a few times before stopping in a line in front of her. “If you get all three right, you get your first orgasm,” I add, remembering we haven’t done anything to her yet. I bet she is soaking that thong; I can tell just from the way her chest swells with each breath she takes. Her cheeks are flushed with arousal. The need to touch her overcomes me; I know it will take all my effort not to do more when I stand before her.
Sean steps forward, his already hard cock in his hand. His eyes close as he swipes the head against her lips before she takes him in deep straight away. Jasmine smirks around his cock, and I’m sure she has guessed who it is. Sean reaches out to grab her hair like he always does when she sucks him off, but he manages to stop himself at the last second. I know he won’t be able to stay in control for long as he’s already pumping into her mouth, taking control of her the way he always does in their relationship. He’s a natural Dom, and Jasmine loves being his sub.
Sean pulls out of her mouth before he comes down her throat, which would ultimately end the game far too quickly. We all want to keep this going for as long as possible. Let’s face it: Jasmine is wild at the best of times, but when she has had a drink, she’s feral.
“Who was that, Sweetheart?” Christian asks as Jasmine looks toward the camera or at least tries to. She's gotten herself turned around and no longer knows which way she’s facing.
“Daddy Sean,” she answers, turning back to Sean, who is still standing in front of her, grinning. He thrusts his fingers into her hair and kisses her.
“Correct again, Princess.” He continues to kiss her as I move up behind him, desperate for my turn with our girl. I want to tell him to move, but she will know it’s me if I speak. Sean eventually releases her and steps back, giving me a playful wink.
Closing the distance between us, she lifts her head as if to look at me, and it takes everything in me not to tell her how much I love the sight of her on her knees with that veil hanging from her hair. I really hope she is wearing one on our wedding day because I plan on fucking her in it and nothing else. At least there's only a week until I can hopefully make that a reality.
Taking my hardening cock in my hand, I do as Sean did and run it over her lips before pushing inside of her mouth. Biting my lip, I close my eyes and force myself to control my breathing so I’m not giving my identity away. However, as I start pulling in and out of her mouth, I look down and see her smirking. Damn it, she knows it’s me. I can tell by how she reaches for my hip and traces the angel wings I have tattooed with her name under them. It’s a reasonably old tattoo, so she won't be able to feel the difference in the skin. She pulls backwards, letting my now rock-hard cock drop from her mouth as she grins up at me.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t know it was you, Daddy Jason?”
“How do you know you’re right?” Christian asks through the loudspeaker. Jasmine looks over her shoulder, aiming for the camera.
“Because I know my men, and each of you has a different taste. You might all be around the same size but also feel different.” She looks up at me and grins. “You won’t be able to trick me like this. Even blindfolded, I know who you are just by being close to you; your cocks and taste are just further confirmations.”
Without warning, I grab her under the arms and pull her to her feet. She wobbles slightly on her heels, but I don’t give her time to recover as I lift her onto the bed. Leaning over her, purposely nudging her entrance with my cock, I kiss her hard, desperate to taste her mouth before tasting her elsewhere.
“Time for your first reward,” I grin against her lips before lifting off her and joining my brothers. Looking at Maximus, I nod towards Jasmine, who is lying on her back, her ass barely on the mattress.
“I need to make her come,” Maximus almost begs, looking to the bed, watching Jasmine as she smiles and waits, her legs open, leaving very little to the imagination as her white lace thong is wet and almost see-through.
“Feel free, but I have a plan which may confuse her a little,” Sean says, grinning at his twin. I listen to him as he gives us the details, and there is a chance this might actually work. If any of us are going to try it, they are the best to attempt it.
Maximus walks over to Jasmine and goes to rip her thong from her.
“Do not rip it!” Christian warns through the phone. Maximus flips the camera off but pulls the thong off instead, making a point of holding it up for the camera to show it's still in one piece. This little shit is determined to get a reaction from Christian.
Maximus steps back, and Sean gets into position on the floor. Once settled, he gives Maximus the nod, and I walk away from the bed to sit in the chair and watch for now.
Sean reaches up from the floor and starts to rub Jazmine’s plump pussy. It’s glistening from her arousal, and I watch as it contracts slightly from Sean’s touch. Jasmine's back arches as he slowly pushes one finger into her opening before adding a second a few seconds later.
“Daddy,” she gasps as she starts riding his hand.
“Which one?” Christian chuckles.
“Sean,” she gasps as he brings her closer to the edge. As another slightly louder moan leaves her, Maximus drops to his knees and thrusts his face between her legs.
“Yes!” She cries out, grabbing the back of his head and keeping him there. For a few minutes, I watch, stroking myself, as Jasmine starts to lose control and screams through her first orgasm of the night. The guys don’t let up, though and quickly coax her through a second. Before her second has finished, I signal them to move quickly. The second they release her, I flip Jasmine onto her stomach, tuck her legs underneath her, forcing her ass in the air. I part her ass cheeks and start rimming her sweet ass. Desperate to make her come once more.
“Oh god, yes! Daddy Jason, don’t stop!” she starts humping the bed whilst rocking her hips as I lick her asshole over and over again. As predicted, she's wild tonight, thanks to the drinks she's sipped all day. As she pushes her hips down, I slide a finger into her soaking wet pussy at the same time as the tip of another enters her ass.
The scream that leaves her is almost too much. She loves both holes being penetrated, and I know she gets it from all four of us.
She orgasms for a third time tonight, and I know she's reached her foreplay limit. Her whole body shakes as she tries to pull away from me, but I leave my fingers in both her holes for a little longer, enjoying the way it feels as her orgasm threatens to cut off circulation as she squeezes them so tight.
“Red!” she calls, signalling she needs a break. I grin as I stand from her, and Sean places a blanket over her naked, shivering body.
“You okay, Angel?” I ask, lying beside her for a moment, needing to catch my breath.
“You are all going to be the death of me,” she gasps, but when she looks up at me, I see a big grin. “I know what you tried to do, but it didn’t work.”
“What did we try, Shorty?” Maximus asks, lying on the other side of her, placing an arm over her stomach and kissing her shoulder. She turns her head to the side and grins.
“It was Daddy Sean's fingers and your tongue to start with.” Her attention turns to me, and I smile.
“But you were all over my ass, Daddy Jason.” Leaning in, I press a kiss to her lips, and as much as I want to roll her so I’m able to slide my aching cock into her tight little pussy, I know I need to give her time.
A noise sounds from the phone, and we all turn to look at it as we hear mumbled voices. It sounds like Christian has placed his hand over the phone to muffle them.
“I need to go. I’ll be home tomorrow afternoon, Sweetheart.”
“Okay, Daddy. I love you,” she calls out, lifting her head and trying to work out where to look for the camera.
“I love you too.” The line goes dead, and I share a look with my brothers. It's gone one in the morning; there is no reason for him to be called away at this hour. The twins look as confused as I am, and I’m thankful that Jasmine is still blindfolded so she can't see the concern on our faces. I look down and find she’s no longer smiling as she was a moment ago.
Reaching round, I untie the blindfold and slowly remove it from her eyes. Blinking a few times as she adjusts to the light, she looks around at the three of us and smiles.
“Hi,” she grins at me. Leaning in, I press a kiss on her lips and thread my fingers into her hair.
“So, it seems you were right. You know your men.”
Jasmine smiles as she throws her leg over me and straddles my hips. Rocking her hips ever so slightly, spreading her juices all over my aching cock.
“I know how each of you kiss.” Leaning down, she grins whilst kissing me and changing positions slightly. Grinding her hips into mine, I realise she’s positioning my cock just the way she needs it.
“I know how each of you feels as you fill me.” Slowly, she lowers herself onto my cock and takes it all. I breathe in through my teeth as I feel her bottoming out, but she just smiles at me with that devious look in her eyes.
“I know exactly how you like me to fuck myself with your cock.” Placing my hands on her hips, I let her take control as she turns her attention to Maximus.
“I know how Daddy Max is desperate to fuck my ass. But he is waiting for me to give him the nod.” She nods once with a big grin, and Maximus curses as he jumps from the bed and quickly makes her curse as he fills her with his finger. He slaps her ass with his free hand, causing her to moan, which vibrates through her to my cock.
“Language, Shorty. Don’t get too cocky.” I catch him rubbing some of her juices onto her back entrance before slowly pushing himself into her ass.
“Yes,” she cries, as he fills her completely. I can feel him filling her as she falls forward, burying her face into my neck. She moans deeply as she adjusts to being filled by the two of us. Wrapping my arms around her, I pepper her with kisses and whisper into her ear.
“Good girl, Angel. That’s it, take us both. You’re such a good girl for your daddies.” As I expected, her body relaxes and she starts moving slightly now she’s used to us both.
“That’s it, Shorty. Use us to get yourself off. You feel so fucking good.”
Our girl loves nothing as much as our praise, which we are happy to dish out.
“Daddy.” She looks to Sean who moves so he's by my head. “No one can fuck my throat like you.” Glancing up, I see a massive grin on Sean's face as he grabs the back of her head and kisses her hard on the mouth.
“No one can suck my cock the way you do,” he winks before lifting up on his knees, tightening his hold on her hair and pulling her mouth down on his cock. She lets out a deep moan, and all three of us curse together, each feeling different parts of her vibrate.
Gripping her hip tight, I start lifting my hips to meet hers, Maximus and I follow her lead as we get into a rhythm to ensure we both give our girl the most pleasure possible. Together, the three of us quickly have her moaning through her fourth orgasm of the night; her legs and arms are starting to shake as she starts to tire from her long day and us pushing her a little hard when she got home.
“Colour?” I hear Sean ask as he withdraws himself from her mouth.
“Green … for now.” She’s tiring fast, and I have no problem stopping, but she smiles at me before looking around at my brothers, who have both stopped and are watching her carefully. “I want each of you to fill me with your cum, making me yours and marking me on the inside as well as out.”
Again, the three of us curse under our breath as Jasmine starts taking the lead again, rocking her hips so she's able to get pleasure from Maximus and me. My eyes are closed when I hear her choke slightly, and I know that Sean will be fucking her throat.
Knowing we don’t have to hold back anymore, it doesn’t take long for Sean and Maximus to find their release. As they move back, giving Jasmine and me a little space, I hold her hips in place and start to lose control. Rolling us so she is underneath me, I get her legs over my shoulders and fuck her hard and fast. I can feel every inch inside of her and listen as she cries out for me not to stop. The first signs of her orgasm are as she spasms around me; I let out a deep roar as I do just as she asked and pump her full of my cum. Her greedy pussy milks me of every last drop, and I don’t release her legs until we are both completely spent.
Rolling onto my side, I hold her against my chest as we both gasp for breath and cling to each other like we are never going to let go.
“Open your legs, Princess.”
Opening my eyes, I look down at her body to see Sean cleaning her up with a warm cloth, like we always do after we make a mess of her. He dries her off with a towel, and I keep her in my arms as I stand so Maximus can fold down the covers. Laying Jasmine on the sheet, she slides across to the middle of the bed as I pull on my boxers. Maximus walks around to the other side of the bed and holds out a water bottle. He watches over her to ensure she drinks enough before placing it on the nightstand beside the bed.
As I climb into bed beside her, I watch the twins as they do their usual ‘rock, paper, scissors’ to determine who will be beside Jasmine. They used to try that shit with me, but I beat them every single time, as neither of them have picked up on their tells yet.
“Ha!” Sean laughs as he climbs into bed next to Jasmine, and Maximus gets in beside him.
“Do you think they will ever grow up?” Jasmine asks, looking up at me as she rests her head against my chest. I place one arm behind my head and one around her.
“We’ve given up hope. If it hasn’t happened yet, I don’t think it ever will.” Jaz lets out a sigh as her eyes drift closed, her body giving in to the exhaustion.
“I’m going to have one baby but three kids eventually, aren’t I?”
I laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“More than likely.”
“Hey, don’t forget if the dad is a twin, there’s a higher chance of the babies being twins,” Sean points out. Jasmine's eyes open as she looks up at me, asking for help with her eyes. I laugh, placing another kiss on her head, and hit Sean playfully.
“When we decide to start trying, can you make them wear condoms? I don’t want twins.”
“Angel, Christian and I could also have the twin gene as our brothers are twins, and so were our mum’s brothers.”
“I’ve changed my mind; I don’t want kids,” she mumbles as she starts drifting off again.
“I’ll let you tell Christian, then,” I tease as the twins chuckle.
“No, thank you. You can do it.”
I’m sure that’s what she thinks she said, but it's come out a little mumbled, thanks to the fact she is almost asleep.
“Sweet dreams, Princess,” Sean whispers. He presses a kiss to the top of her head, and he lies down, holding her from behind. Maximus turns the lights off, and in minutes, I can hear the three of them breathing in sync as they sleep soundly.
Closing my eyes, I let myself picture Jasmine with a swollen belly, our baby, or babies, growing inside her. I can’t wait for the day we get to watch her grow and become the amazing mum we know she will be. Because we might not have had the greatest parents growing up, but the five of us know that we will never turn out like them. There is nothing in this world we wouldn’t do for our wife and future kids. God help anyone who tries to hurt them because it will be the last thing they ever do.