Chapter 18
Brad
What’s the difference between peanut butter and jam?
Only one has nuts.
I’m watching my baby gravy be sucked out of the girl of my dreams pussy by a guy wearing a cage around his snake like it’s a fucking wild animal, and mine is rock fucking hard watching it.
If you had asked me when this night started if I would be watching the rainbow-haired beauty before me be pounded into by three other guys, I would have told you no fucking way.
But now, while I leisurely stroke myself to the sight of Macon lowering himself to his knees on the mattress and inserting his USB into her porthole. I find I’m all for it, actually.
There’s no jealousy – not like I thought there would be.
The only jealousy I’m feeling is that I want to be the one between those luscious, nomful thighs even though I was just there.
“Are you enjoying how he feels? How he’s filling you up?” Braylen asks her, his voice patronizing.
Cherry moans and writhes on the bed, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat. “Yes.”
“Good. Cause you’re going to take me in there at the same time, and you’re going to fucking like it. Aren’t you?” He grips her chin, lifting her head to look at him in the eyes as he positions himself, her, and Macon where he wants them.
Jacob’s back in his little corner, but he looks fucking thrilled to be there.
Needing to touch her in some way, I move towards where her head is, and I swallow her gasps of pleasure as both men push inside of her with my lips.
The kiss is everything, and I want more – I want to devour her in all the best ways.
“Do you feel how well we fit inside of you? Such a good little slut aren’t you?”
“Mm-“
“Yes, you are because you were made for us. You’re ours now, Cherry,” Macon says somewhat sweetly.
From what I can remember, he’s a massive player, and if this is just a game he plays to get girls to become so obsessed with him, then I’ll gladly punch him in the face if he hurts our girl.
Because that’s what she is now – ours.
I can’t see myself giving her up after tonight, and if how the others have been staring at her is anything to go by, I don’t think they want to either.
Braylen moves at a punishing pace inside of her, and I can’t tear my eyes away from where the three of them are joined together like some fucked up duck orgy.
There are limbs everywhere, but Braylen managed to make the position work. Cherry is sandwiched between them both like the pink in Neapolitan ice cream, and Braylen’s pasty white ass is shining like a beacon from where he thrusts into her from above.
Macon is below her, and his mouth is suctioned onto her perky booby as he thrusts lazily into her.
“This is the craziest thing I’ve ever done,” I whisper to Jacob, not taking my eyes from the trio in front of us.
“Same,” he mutters, shifting in the chair. “If I didn’t enjoy watching so much, I think I would feel left out.”
“Are you uncomfortable?” I ask him.
He’s the only one of us still clothed, and he keeps shifting his legs apart further while wincing like he’s in physical pain.
Cherry’s head pops up, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Are you uncomfortable, puppy? Do you need a little edging to help?”
I watch in raptured fascination as Jacob visibly melts from the nickname and nods his head. He stays silent as she pushes up onto the palms of her hands, dislodging Macon from suckling on her booby.
“Hey!” Macon protests; Cherry cuts him with a glare, and his mouth audibly shuts.
Cherry’s vibrant green eyes scan the bedroom. The racks of sex gizmos line the walls, and her eyes light up with wicked intent when she lands on something.
She beckons me closer with a finger, and my feet are moving before my brain registers what I’m doing.
“Yes, unicorn? What can I do for you?” I ask her, already milking my mating rod in anticipation.
She crooks her finger again, so I bend down until I’m face to face with her.
She whispers into my ear what she wants me to do, and I shake my head.
“You don’t have to if you feel uncomfortable, but I really want to see him get tortured.” Her voice has a slight whine to it, and I want to do anything I can to make this girl happy.
If it’s torturing her other men with her sadistic little requests, then I’ll happily oblige.
My footsteps thud softly against the carpet, and my hand reaches out for the two things she asked me to get.
The leather collar and leash feel cool and soft in my hands, and a part of me can’t believe I’m about to do this. I gather the other toy and make my way over to Jacob, who watches me warily.
“What’s that for?” he asks curiously.
“It’s for you,” I say simply, lifting my filled hands in a sort of half-shrug.
His eyes cut to Cherry’s – half hopeful and half confused as to what she means to do with the devices in my hands.
“Collar the puppy.” She demands with a gasp as Braylen pins the back of her neck with his hands.
“Who said you get to give orders tonight whore?” he nips her earlobe between his teeth, which causes her back to arch in pleasure.
“No one did, but he looks like he needs this,” she pleads with Braylen.
“What do you think, Macon?” Braylen asks, slowing his pace but not pausing in his movements.
“Don’t care. This meat glove is too perfect to think of anything else right now. I’m pusmatized.” Macon mutters, but his eyes are fixated on the soft bounce of Cherry’s titties, and his mouth angles upwards to catch one in his mouth again.
He swirls his tongue around her soft peak, causing her to moan. “I want you to collar him and lead him over to me so I can hold him in place while you use that over his cage. I want his meat to weep.” Her eyes almost roll back into her head when Braylen drives deeper into her.
“Enough talking whore. Get your other boy toy to do as he’s told, then get a cock in your mouth to shut you up,” Braylen demands, his hand circling the front of her throat and squeezing tightly.
Shrugging, I do as I’m told.
Whatever my unicorn wants, she gets.
I have no interest in men, but if watching me hold a massive vibrator and sticking a collar and leash on her puppy is what helps her find tonight unforgettable, then I’ll fucking do it.