Predator
Watching our old lady cry, trying to get away from us, and then tell us what happened with her and a past boyfriend, who used sex as a way to punish and control her, made me feel angry, raw, and scared.
I didn’t want to lose her. We could work it out.
All we needed was for her to give us another chance.
I hadn’t seen it from her point of view.
And if I were in her shoes, I’d feel the same way.
“Dolcezza, I’m sorry. We should’ve listened and taken what you said without hesitation.
Would I have been more inclined to proceed if Zara told us directly?
The answer is maybe, even probably, and that’s ridiculous.
I don’t believe you’re a liar. And if I were in your shoes, I’d be upset, too.
Using our intimacy to control or punish you isn’t something I want to do.
I let my concern about causing you pain or tearing your stitches take over.
When the truth is, I wanted to strip you naked and ravish you.
The thought of your hands and mouth on my body and your pussy gripping my cock made me hurt with need.
I crave you. It makes me crazy, and I won’t ever get enough.
I love when we’re wild, but I can do gentle.
I’m yours. If you still want me,” I said in a whisper.
Her pupils dilated. Her breathing picked up.
“Kian said it perfectly. Damn him. I ache to have your touch. To taste and feel all of you, Daya, whether it’s for all types of lovemaking or merely lying with you, our bodies touching and holding each other.
Let us make it up to you. Let us pleasure you until you say no more,” Stalker urged softly.
Her skin was flushing. When she didn’t say no, in unison, we pushed her flat to the mattress.
I reached over and tugged on one of the ends of the robe belt.
It pulled the knot free. I undid it. Then, Stalker grasped one half of her robe and me the other.
We peeled it back, revealing her nakedness. I growled. Stalker groaned.
Her tits were pert and stood tall. The tips puckered up tight.
I took my fingers and started under her ear and grazed her skin all the way to her tit.
Stalker mimicked the move on his side. When we reached her tits, it became our goal to make her wild and to orgasm as many times as we could wring them out of her.
I ran my thumb over her nub. She shuddered, and a whimper escaped.
I did it again. If she thought I’d suck on it next, she was wrong.
I ran circles around her tit, starting at the base and moving upward until I was on the outer ring of her areola.
I smirked up at her. She was watching us intently.
I cupped her and kneaded her plump mound. Stalker was busy sucking on her nipple.
I kept that up while my best friend made love to her tit with his mouth, with a bit of help from his hand.
It took only a few minutes for Daya to climax, as she cried out her release.
I kept up my touching. It wasn’t until I knew she was easing down that I went to work on my side the way Stalker just had.
And he switched to mimicking what I’d done to her.
It kept her from fully relaxing, which made her climb to a second orgasm faster, and it took her higher.
When she came the second time, her cry was harsher and louder. I lapped at her red nub.
My cock throbbed. The front of the towel I wore was tented, and the rub of the rough fabric over the head of my cock was torture, but in a good way until it wasn’t. I untied the knot at my hip, letting it fall flat onto the mattress. Stalker did the same. We both had raging erections.
It was our turn to groan. The reason was our old lady had ensnared the bases of our cocks.
She stroked up to the head, paused, then stroked down.
When she heard our groans, she tightened her hold and sped up, but when Daya reached the head, she twisted her wrists, causing me to shudder.
I shuddered harder when her thumb ran over the precum-covered head and used it to lubricate her hand.
We fell back, though we tried to keep caressing her body, and let our woman play with our cocks.
Daya gave me the best hand job of my life.
Plenty of women had sucked and jerked me off, but they didn’t compare to her.
It took an embarrassingly small amount of time for me to feel the tingling and tightening of my balls, which signaled I was close to coming.
I didn’t want to come all over her fist. Instead, I wanted to inject her with my cum. I wasn’t picky. It could be in her mouth, pussy, or ass. The thought of being in her ass made my cock jerk harder. I had to remove her hand. She pouted. I kissed her mouth ravenously.
While I did, Stalker wasn’t waiting. He kissed his way from her chest to her mound after removing her hand from his cock.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him pull her leg outward, then he pushed the other, widening the space between her legs.
It allowed him to lie between her firm thighs.
His mouth attacked her soaked pussy. I knew it was soaked by the wet sounds Stalker made as he lapped at her.
Daya keened. The hungry noises Stalker made as he ate her pussy made me want to be doing the same, but I had to wait. As I unsealed our mouths, Daya whispered raggedly to me. Her eyes were bright.
“Kian, please. I need your cock. I want to suck it. I need to have your precum coating my tongue,” she panted.
That’s all she had to say. I maneuvered myself, working not to kick Stalker in the head, until I straddled her chest. I held my cock above her plump lips.
She licked them, then opened her mouth wide.
I slipped the head inside. She sucked on it, making my eyes cross.
I held it there until she eased off, then I pushed deeper.
My balls were rubbing along her silky skin on her upper chest. And when I went deep, causing her to choke and swallow to take me deeper, they slapped under her chin.
That sent bolts of tingling through my pelvis.
I almost shot my load when her mouth suctioned around me, then she screamed, vibrations running up my length, as she climaxed from Stalker eating her pussy. Daya’s whole body jerked, and her screams and hums made my cock spill more precum. I gripped the base to make sure I didn’t come.
Suddenly, I felt the bed moving. I glanced over my shoulder to find Stalker had sat up on his knees between her legs.
His face was shiny from her cream. His expression was frantic.
Then, he grabbed her ass, lifted her, and then found her opening.
He slid his cock into her in one hard push. Her cries made me moan.
“Are you close?” he asked me.
“God, am I. I have to keep fighting it,” I confessed.
“Fuck her sweet mouth. Make her take it. We’re gonna fill both holes at the same time. And Daya, soon, we’ll be filling both your holes down here. Your ass is begging to be fucked,” he told her gutturally.
She moaned long and hard as she sucked harder on my cock. The thought of Stalker and me, double penetrating her that way, made my urge to orgasm worse.
“If it hurts, or it’s too much, slap my hip three times,” I informed her.
When she nodded her head, I began to do as Stalker did. I fucked her mouth, making her swallow my cock over and over. Her tongue was active most of the time. Her hands tugged and played with my sac, driving me closer to release faster.
The slap of Stalker driving his cock in and out of her wet pussy inflamed me more. The way I knew her slurping sounds made him hornier. I don’t know how long we lasted. It seemed like it wasn’t long before the fire raced to my balls.
“I’m coming!” I shouted.
“Me, too!” he yelled. Then Daya’s strangled scream was accompanied by her whole body going rigid, then it shook and shook.
“Shit, she’s soaking my cock,” he growled.
“And sucking me dry,” I grunted.
We didn’t stop with our thrusts until I was too soft to continue.
That’s when I reluctantly withdrew. I tucked into a ball and dropped onto my side next to her.
Stalker collapsed on the opposite side. We lay there, not saying a word, as sweat dried on our bodies and the incredible shocks faded.
She just took another piece of me, and I didn’t resent it a bit.