Chapter 16 #3
My woman, naked on her knees, asking for exactly what she wants with two women waiting to give it to her.
“Back on the trestle,” I tell her.
She gets up without a word and climbs onto the leather, lying back with a little less attitude this time and a lot more hunger. I stand, still stroking myself, and move to the side so I can see all of it.
“Lizzie, between her legs and Jetta over her mouth.”
Jetta hesitates, then climbs up carefully, one knee on each side of Desiree’s head. Desiree’s hands go straight to Jetta’s thighs, holding her there, pulling her closer.
“Careful with her,” I say.
Desiree’s eyes cut to me.
I look right back. “I was talking to you too.”
Jetta laughs once, nervous and turned on.
Desiree tightens her hands on Jetta’s thighs. “Drop that pretty pussy on my lips.”
Jetta lowers herself.
The first touch of Desiree’s mouth has Jetta gripping the edge of the trestle.
Lizzie doesn’t wait long after that. She spreads Desiree with both hands and puts her mouth on her pussy like she’s been waiting for the invitation all night.
Desiree reacts everywhere at once between them. Her mouth is full of Jetta, her pussy is full of Lizzie’s tongue, her hands are locked on Jetta’s thighs, and her hips are lifting from the black leather.
I stand at the side of the trestle and stroke my dick while my woman gets fed from both ends, watching every place pleasure takes her.
“There you go,” I tell Jetta. “Don’t hover. Let her taste you.”
Jetta’s head falls back.
Lizzie hums against Desiree’s pussy, and Desiree makes a sound into Jetta that has both women moving at the same time.
“Good,” I say, my hand working my dick harder now. “Both of you. Just like that.”
I let them take her there. I let Lizzie earn the shake in Honey’s thighs and Jetta earn the grip of Honey’s hands. I lean towards her ear. “You want to cum?”
Desiree’s eyes are gone in the best way. “Yes.”
“You cum on this dick.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
I pull her off the trestle, away from both women, and guide her toward the chaise. I want her somewhere lower now. Closer. Somewhere she has to use her thighs and hips. Somewhere she can’t lie there and take it. She has to ride for what she wants.
I sit first, then lean back against the deep green velvet, gold leash still in my hand, dick hard against my stomach and slick from watching my woman get loved on from every side. Desiree steps between my legs, naked and her pussy swollen from a mouth that wasn’t mine.
“Come here.”
She climbs over me, knees sinking into the chaise on either side of my hips. I let her see my dick lying hard between us, thick and ready, because I want her to know this room has been working on me too.
She reaches between us and takes me in her hand.
I watch her stroke me once, then twice, her thumb moving over the head, spreading the mess there before she rubs me through all the juices Lizzie left between her legs.
“Honey.”
Her mouth curves. “I’m enjoying myself.”
I pull the leash, bringing her mouth close to mine without kissing her yet. “Sit on it.”
She lines me up and lowers herself slow, inch by inch, watching my face while her pussy stretches around me.
The first push is wet and tight, and it makes my hand tighten on the leash.
She keeps going until I’m buried all the way inside her, until her ass settles against my thighs and her mouth opens around the breath she tries to hold.
“That’s a good, Honey,” I tell her. “Now I want you to feel every inch you asked for.”
She rolls her hips, and I let my head rest back against the chaise because this woman knows what to do with me.
Her body moves over mine slow, nasty enough to make Jetta gasp from where she stands beside us watching. Lizzie’s still near the trestle, mouth wet, thighs pressed together, watching Desiree ride me.
I make it easy for her.
“Lizzie.”
She comes to me.
“Here.”
Silver links move against her chest with every step.
I pull Desiree down and kiss her once, filthy and deep, then turn my head toward Lizzie. “Put that pussy in my mouth.”
Desiree’s hips slow on my dick.
I slap her ass hard. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
She moves again, her moan spilling into the air.
Lizzie waits near my head, wanting permission to do what I said.
Desiree looks over at her. “You heard him. And you better cum all over his fucking face too.”
I look at Jetta. “Help Honey ride my dick.”
Jetta comes behind Desiree, hands moving to her hips.
“You are so fucking sexy, Desi,” she says, kissing her throat while she guides her down harder on me.
Lizzie climbs onto the chaise near my head and positions herself over my mouth with a little too much caution, so I put one hand on her thigh and pull her down where I want her.
At the first taste of Lizzie, all I can do is groan into her. My tongue rolls over her clit, slow, until her legs tense around my head. Then I drag my tongue lower and push it inside her while Desiree keeps riding my dick like she wants to feel me in her ribs.
Lizzie’s grinding against my mouth, hands braced on the chaise, her taste coating my tongue while Desiree works my dick slicker with every stroke.
Jetta slides one hand between Desiree’s legs and rubs her clit while she rides me.
Her head falls back against Jetta’s shoulder, her hips losing rhythm and finding something dirtier. She rides the pressure instead of running from it, her pussy pulsating around me, her frame shaking between Jetta’s hands while Lizzie keeps moving over my tongue.
I grip Desiree’s hip and fuck up into her, giving her nowhere to go but down on my dick.
Damn, this woman can ride the fuck out of my shit. As big as it is, she never runs from it. And I can feel her warmth all over my dick, getting closer with every roll of her hips.
I keep licking Lizzie until she follows, thighs tightening around my head, as she bounces her pussy on my face. I bring my hands up to smack her ass. “Cum in my mouth, Lizzie.”
“Fuck, Alpha,” Lizzie screams.
I suck on her pussy more until she gets an orgasm straight from my tongue. She gushes against my mouth, wetting my lips, my chin, and the chaise beneath me.
Jetta watches both of them cumming on me, then looks down at Desiree with her hand still between my woman’s legs. “Damn.”
Desiree lifts her head, breath gone. Her eyes change before she can hide it, and I don’t give her time to run from what it does to her. I hold her by the ass and fuck up into her. I feel my orgasm coming.
“Everybody up.”
They’re shocked, but they move when I tell them to.
“Honey, you’re going to watch Jetta suck your juices off my dick until I empty into her mouth. And I better see you playing with your pussy and cumming with me. You hear me?”
“Yes, Alpha. I hear you.”
“Lizzie, back flat on the trestle, legs hanging off the edge. You’re gonna eat Jetta’s pussy as she sucks my dick.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“Jetta, I better see your ass bounce on Lizzie’s tongue while I fuck your mouth and shoot down your throat.”
“Oooo, shit,” Desiree whispers. “Y’all look so damn good, Alpha.”
She sits back on the chair, legs spread wide, one hand opening her pussy while the other reaches for the wand I left on the side table for exactly this reason.
The first vibration against her clit makes her hips lift, and my dick kicks at the sight of her watching us with her fingers holding herself open as she moans.
Jetta climbs over Lizzie’s mouth, and Lizzie pulls her down without wasting a second.
Her mouth goes straight to Jetta’s pussy, moaning into her while her hands grip both ass cheeks and hold her open.
Jetta takes my dick into her mouth at the same time, tongue rolling around the head before she slides lower, lips tight, spit gathering every time I push deeper.
She pulls back just enough to make a pop sound with her lips.
“You nasty fucking girl,” I tell her.
I look at Desiree, who now has one hand playing with her nipple and a wand sliding over her clit.
“Jetta, finish his ass.”
I don’t know what kind of discussion Jetta and Desiree had, but Jetta starts stroking and rotating my dick while she deep throats me.
Then her hand moves to my balls, massaging until they pull tight and the pressure builds too fast to stop.
I see the exact moment Jetta starts cumming on Lizzie’s tongue, riding her mouth harder to take every second of it.
My stomach locks, and that’s it. I start shooting down her throat as Desiree moans into the air, her pussy creaming all over the chair.
This. This is what makes her happy. The choice. The control. The trust. The freedom to spread her legs, open her mouth, take and give what she wants, and still be loved through every nasty second of it.
I have my pleasure too. I’m standing here with my dick still pulsing from Jetta’s throat, Lizzie’s mouth wet between her thighs, and my woman spread open in a chair with her pussy still creamy.
But this room was made for Desiree. For Honey. For the woman who knows what she wants and loves me enough to say it out loud.
Some people would call that selfish.
Let them.
Because inside these walls, there’s no judgment. We know it’s not a lifestyle for everyone. But we’re not everyone. She gets to be loved exactly how she asks for it. She gets to be worshiped. She gets to be selfish without one damn apology leaving her mouth. And for that, she will forever be loved.