Chapter 23 #2
He spanked my ass and pressed his cock into my pussy in one go. I cried out immediately. We were both so worked up, it wasn’t like it took much.
He fucked me hard, his length filling me. His movements were so rough, he pushed my body into Gretel, who cried out again, trapped under the mess of us.
“Did he touch you?” he asked, his voice breaking.
I shook my head, knowing he meant Clinemell. “Finish inside me,” I demanded, my pussy clenching around him in pleasure.
He came with a growl, his cock swelling as semen flooded my insides.
I was distantly aware of Gretel crying, but then I found myself on my back.
Baz panted. His hair stuck up wildly, and he struggled to catch his breath.
He leaned closer and pressed a kiss to my lips. I held him, my thumb stroking the back of his neck.
“Fairy,” he whispered.
“I know.” We didn’t all need to keep apologizing.
Our foreheads touched, and I ran my thumb against his tense jaw, willing him to let go.
After a few minutes, he took a deep breath, and when his sapphire eyes opened, a delicious shiver ran down my spine at the fire I saw in them.
“Pet,” he said. He lovingly caressed her skin, clearly not done with us. “Come on, pet. Fairy needs to be cleaned up.”
She continued to cry as she sat up on her knees. I was used to seeing Gretel cry during sex, but this was different. She needed to cleanse herself of the sadness and fear of the last few days.
“Come along,” Baz said, bending her body forward. He moved my legs, positioning us both. “That’s right, pet. Just like that.”
Gretel gently licked me, cleaning my arousal and Baz’s cum.
“Good girl,” Baz murmured. She froze when he began to play with her ass. “Keep going.”
Softly, she lapped at me, tired and spent. But we’d always intended to use her hard.
My skin started to heat, not from her warm tongue, but because Baz stared at me. He worked two of his fingers in Gretel’s ass, pumping them in and out, all while looking at me. She made a noise, a whine or a moan. She began to rock her hips back. He added a third.
“You’re doing such a good job,” he said. Not moving, he lifted his free hand from where it traced circles along her hip. A bottle floated from the side table. Oil. “You’re fucking soaked, pet, but you can’t get wet enough for this.”
She moaned when he tipped the oil onto her backside. It dripped down her, and he smeared it along her ass.
“Such a pretty hole,” he groaned. My back arched as Gretel bit my clit, drawing it into her mouth. “I’m going to go slow, okay?”
She nodded, her hair tickling my inner thighs.
“Keep playing with fairy,” he reminded. “You’re going to satisfy both of us, tonight, pet.”
He guided his cock into her hole, groaning as he tried to thrust forward. She froze, a noise catching in the back of her throat.
I twisted my fingers into her hair, dragging her back to my pussy. “Be a good girl, pet. Let him take your ass.”
She did her best, bless her, to suck me, but it took several more minutes for Baz to work his cock into her ass.
He praised her all the while, rubbing his hands along her skin. I combed my hands through her hair, forcing her mouth to my cunt and adding my own inspiring words and working her up.
Baz groaned again, “Fuck.”
His groin slammed into her ass, and she cried out.
“That’s good,” he said, his head tilting back. “Oh, stars, pet.”
“You’re such a good whore,” I told her, bringing her attention back to my needs.
Baz rocked his hips, working his cock in and out of her hole. Every thrust sent her hot mouth closer to my pussy. She sucked and bit, her cries mixing with my wetness.
And all the while, Baz never looked away from me. He paid attention to Gretel, making sure she was okay, but his bright, brilliant blue eyes hardly left mine.
This is what we’d been fighting for. Gretel, the lovely creature, would always be between us. Not because she caused problems, but because she belonged there. With us. We’d love and protect her, and she’d love and protect us.
This is how we operated. Then and to this day.
Baz’s movements became more frantic. His hand snaked around her waist, teasing her clit. She tensed, hot air blowing against my pussy as she gasped.
“Fuck, Gretel,” Baz cried out. Some unintelligible noise came from her. His hips only went faster, tearing into her. “Work on fairy, pet. She deserves to come too.”
Gretel attacked me, sucking me.
“Make her come,” Baz demanded, his skin slapping against hers. Gretel reached across my body, squeezing my tits. She rolled my hard nipples between her fingers, making me cry out.
My hands clasped hers, grabbing onto her like a lifeline. All three of us rocked together, our separate acts spurred on by one another.
I gasped, my back arching when my pussy clenched. Gretel had made me come countless times, but I felt like I’d been thrown off the deep end, the sensation curling down all the way to my toes. Baz threw his head back, filling Gretel’s ass with his semen.
We ended in a heap before Baz slowly pulled out of Gretel’s ass. She whimpered when he speared his fingers back inside her, fucking her again with his cum.
Only then did he lie back down beside us, breathing heavily.
“Wystle,” Gretel said a moment later. I was surprised she hadn’t already passed out. But I found her wide, green eyes staring at me. Gently, she wiped my tears away. “We love you so much.”
I nodded, unable to speak. “I-I know.”
Baz kissed me, slow and thorough. “Tangwystle.”
The way he whispered my name told me everything. The regret for putting both Gretel and me at risk. The pain of seeing Rufus haul me off. The torture of not knowing I was all right. And the soft, sweet knowledge that he loved me.
Now and forever.
He brushed hair off my face. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I shook my head. That would come later. For now, I wanted nothing but to blissfully drift off while wrapped in their love and limbs. Gretel held me tight, and Baz pulled me to his chest.
And that was one of our happiest nights in Blackwell Manor, the home we claimed as our own.