Chapter 72 Wolfson
It’s never felt like this. Never felt like my balls are going to explode from sublime, unholy, all-consuming rapture.
The pressure doesn’t hurt. It drowns me in ecstasy. Jag’s cock feels enormous, sliding and swelling inside me. I feel every ridge, every pulse in his thick, exquisite length.
“I can’t fucking wait for you to come in me.” I push against him, taking him to the root, and thrust forward, sinking into my darling Dove.
The best of both worlds. I don’t want it to end. But I’m close. Too fucking close.
“Wolf.” Jag reaches around and caresses my scars, pausing to tweak each of my nipples. “Talk to me.”
“Living the dream, Jag. Now be a good kitty, and fuck me as hard as you can.”
Jag rests a hand low on Dove’s belly, feeling me thrust inside her as he thrusts into me.
“I love hearing the sound of your bodies slapping together.” Dove holds my face in her hands, her eyes creased in concentration.
Staving off her orgasm? Or watching me for signs of distress?
With her beneath me and Jag in my ass, I think about the last time I was in this position.
Last year.
The devil’s bargain.
But as I stare down at Dove, I don’t see Frankie and her tears. And as Jag ruts inside me, I don’t feel Denver’s violation.
I can think about the abuse without reliving it.
Progress.
Maybe Frankie was on to something. Writing about my demons forced me to confront them. It gave me control over my past. And my future.
I choose this. I want it. Because I love Jag and Dove.
“Come, Little Dove.” I circle a finger around her clit, rolling it the way she likes it. “Come on my cock.”
She tenses, trembles, and unravels with a scream that jiggles her tits and widens her eyes.
Spasms ignite in her pussy, fisting around me mercilessly. Oh, Shit, I’m going to join her. I can’t… I can’t…
Jag pulls out, flips me over, and slams into me again, with his hand on my dick and his eyes locked on mine.
“With me.” He jerks me and fucks me, and we chase it, finishing together in a grunting, shaking, spurting explosion.
When we collapse, it’s with groaning laughter and tangled limbs.
“I have an abundance of come left.” I slap a limp hand across Dove’s ass, making her moan. “Who’s ready?”
“You’re going to kill me.” Jag face-plants into the bedding, out of breath.
“Please, don’t tell me you’re too old for all this.” I gesture at my sweaty body.
“Give me a minute,” he grumbles. “Or an hour.”
“We’ll be in the shower while you wait for your Viagra to kick in.” I lunge for Dove and haul her up, draping her listless body over my shoulder.
She bursts into laughter, the sound chasing us as I head for the bathroom.
We don’t make it through a proper cleaning before I’m fucking her against the wall. During our second attempt to wash, Jag finally joins us.
She and I wash him thoroughly. Then we suck him together. My new favorite thing.
He busts a nut so fast, we barely have time to catch his load in our mouths.
After the shower, he sits us down in the kitchenette and makes us drink water and eat the leftovers in the fridge.
Then it’s on.
We christen every surface of the suite. Oral, anal, spitroast, ride and blow, and DP in all her holes. We take breathers. We take power naps. But all three of us stay connected and involved long into the night.
Eventually, the sun breaks the horizon, and Dove can’t stop yawning. She sits on my lap, my cock at rest inside her, with Jag’s cheek pressed to her inner thigh.
He sprawls between our legs, eyes closed. I’m certain he’s asleep until his sharp exhale brushes against my balls.
“Dinner meeting tomorrow night.” He kisses Dove’s clit, then lower, where she and I are joined. “Everyone at the table.”
“You mean tonight.” I gesture at the window and the first rays of light.
“Tonight. All twenty-two members of the inner circle will be in attendance.”
“And you’ll be there?” Dove rakes her fingers through his hair.
“Yes. I’ll be there with my plus-one plus-one and my nonnegotiable demands about our future together.”