Chapter 18 #2
“Fingers, first.” One forceful shove has his back bowing on a sharp gasp.
“Cock, next.” Nails latching onto my forearms cause a pleased hiss to seep through my gritted teeth.
“Show me you can take Master’s fingers.” Pulling them out is followed by a second rough push of three instead of two.
“Fuck them.” He forces himself to meet the next hard thrust. “Fuck them like they’re my cock, little toy. ”
His dick instantly twitches in excitement and anticipation while his balls clench together to the same pace that his muscles are my fingers.
Curling them elicits louder, choked sobs as I manage to ceaselessly tease the spot that could push him over the edge before either of us are ready.
The combination of him rocking into my movements, meeting them push for push, hit for hit, keeping my fingers deeply rooted inside and leaving me no choice but to slam him back into the couch cushions by the neck to aid in him not getting to my cock before he’s ready becomes a barbaric task I can barely restrain myself through.
Each time his eyes roll into the back of his head, mine do the same.
Every breath missed becomes one I can’t find.
Ambling into an archaic rhythm of grinding and jerking and huffing and grunting continues until we’ve successfully smothered out everything and anything that isn’t us.
This moment.
Sweat beginning to saturate around my shirt collar is attached to him whispering, “I need to come, Master…”
“Not yet.” I still my motions and wait for his glossed over gaze to find mine. “Be a good boy and wait for Master to get inside.”
“Hurry,” Zero pleads.
Post quickly removing my fingers, I use both hands to hastily undo my button.
Zipper.
Free my cock that I know is gonna embarrass me in record timing.
Just as I manage to wind my fingers around my stiff shaft in preparation of lining it up, loud, wet footsteps clomp into the living room. “I know what the last line means! I know where to look!”
Our attention both soars over to the excited woman carelessly dripping from head to toe.
Well.
There goes my security deposit.
“And…I…kind…of…wanna look at this instead,” Salay salaciously announces upon a slow approach. “The treasure thing can wait.” She lets her palms fall to the arm of the couch behind Zero’s head. “After all…it’s still raining.”
Stopping isn’t on my docket.
Hell, even this delay has barely made it.
The fact I’m not balls deep while she’s talking is restraint, I would like the court cartoonist to accurately portray.
“Sit on your throne,” I firmly state, tip of my dick pressing lightly against my little fuck toy’s slick, winking hole. “Like the slutty, little princess, you are.”
I’m not sure whose face fills with more shock – his or hers – however I am sure it doesn’t fucking matter.
Because what Master wants.
Master gets.
And what Master wants right now is the two people he can’t live without fucking screaming like they’re dying.
Rather than remove her bikini bottoms or top – further preventing soaking more space – she simply relocates to where she’s been told.
Faces me.
Plants her damp knees on both sides of his head – providing leg earmuffs – and has a seat.
One lick through the material is enough to have her moaning yet the second, the second that he slips around the material to fully indulge in a taste, is the one that pushes me to hastily thrust forward, stretching muscles I have waited an eternity to stretch in this exact nature.
“Fuckkkkkkkk…” escapes in a raspy growl as life altering heat mercilessly engulfs my cock. “You feel so fucking good, little toy.”
He gasps making her gasp.
Her gasp sparks my own.
And mine causes his muscles to swell around my shaft.
Clamp down.
Suck me in deeper.
“This ass is perfect.” My head threatens to loll back in blinding ecstasy.
“This ass is mine.” Possessiveness persuades me to pin him in place by planting one hand on his knee and barbarically bunching up her top with other.
“You’re both mine.” Seeing our whorey, little princess’s hardened nipple pop out prompts my nuts to tighten over the view.
“Fuckkkk…” I purr on another buck forward. “You’re both fucking mine.”
Surrender from the sassiest woman I’ve ever known is instant.
Intense.
Attached to writhing and rocking and screaming.
Every rock forward is her wordless agreement with the statement.
Every rock back is her reminder that she’s his too.
That we both are.
Soaking wet tits swaying tied to my turbulent thrusts all to Zero’s sweet, muffled howls ruthlessly breaks whatever miniscule restraint I was holding onto in regards of savagery.
I ferociously pound again and again.
Grunt.
Pound.
Grunt.
Barbarously bounce their bodies with so much force the couch gets scraped across the bare floor.
Grunt.
Pound.
Grunt harder when his frame trembles.
I yank our slutty, little princess to me in between each depraved dive using the fabric of her top like a rubber band anchor, obsessed with the way the material grates against her little nub, captivated by the way her tongue has to hang out of her in hopes she’ll screech loud or catch her breath or maybe a kiss from me while the hand not assisting in keeping her upright on the couch frantically searches for something to grab.
“Stroke him,” I wolfishly command, water droplets from her frame drenching his torso. “Stroke Master’s good boy.” His slick, tight muscles continuously constrict around my cock, urging it come. To unload. “Make him give me his cum.”
She swiftly grabs his shaft.
Wildly begins pumping.
Makes her fisting mimic my fucking.
“That’s my cum,” thoughtlessly leaves me in a gravelly voice I barely register to be my own.
“I fucking want it.” My knuckles begin to whiten from my hold.
“All over you.” There’s no slowing down or stopping my hips from harshly heaving.
“All over him.” Each pound becomes more feral than the last. “All over me.” Through hooded eyes, I hungrily watch her body begin to quake in pure pleasure, unable to not cry out, unstable fingers ceaselessly rubbing his dick, working it to the same unrestrained speed, I’m splitting his ass wide open to.
“Come for Master.” The order is given around the last of my brazen bucks. “And he’ll come for you.”
She’s first to shatter on a back breaking shriek.
He’s almost immediately next.
Brutishly gawking seems to be all I’m capable of as thick, globs spurt from his tip.
Coating her fingers.
Covering his balls.
Trickling down to my own cock that can barely move around his increased constriction.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” I huff and hammer twice more in tandem.
“Fuck,Iloveyou.” The words absentmindedly leave alongside my undoing.
One ball clapping burst transitions into two, two transpires into four, and however many more arrive after are unknown due to my sweaty, unbalanced frame, sloppily collapsing forward unable to remain upright.
Unwilling to be separated from him.
Or her.
Them.
I meant what I said.
They are mine.
And I plan to do whatever’s necessary to keep us all alive.