Julian #2
“Show me how wet you are for me.” My voice is harsh, my throat dry.
Her trembling fingers slowly make their way down to her sopping pussy.
Her skin reddens under our gazes. I love how fucking innocent she is.
How shy. But she still complies. “Are you wet for us, treasure?” She nods.
“Prove it.” Her fingers come up, sticky with her juices.
Walking over, I take her hand and clamp my lips around her fingers.
Her breath hitches as I lick her fingers clean.
I force myself to step back, needing to have a little control. “Touch yourself.”
“What?”
“Touch. Yourself.” I growl. “Sit back, and show us how you fuck your perfect little cunt.” Her eyes widen, but like the obedient woman she is.
She shuffles back against the cushions. “Good, open your legs. Wider baby. Let us see all of you.” I hear Dante take a slow deep breath.
“Fuck, yourself, Grace. Make yourself cum.” Just as I think she’s going to stop our little game, she surprises me by inserting two fingers, stretching herself out.
Her other hand comes down to one of her breasts to pinch her nipple.
A quiet moan comes from behind her mask and her eyes close.
“Eyes open.” I order . “I want you to look at us while you play with our pretty little pussy.” Dante, unable to keep still any longer, comes to stand beside me, his hands twitching, aching to touch.
“Who are you imagining fucking you right now?” I ask.
“Both of you.” She whimpers.
I drop my boxers, gripping hold of my aching dick. “Both of us at the same time?”
“Y-yes.” She stammers.
“What do you think, brother?” I nudge Dante with my shoulder. “Reckon our Grace can handle both?”
“Fuck yeah.” He groans. Thumbing the tip of his cock. Grace whimpers. Her eyes wandering down our bodies to where our hands are.
“Does the thought of both of our cocks stretching out your soaked cunt turn you on baby?” She nods with a moan, her thumb starts flicking her clit aggressively, chasing her high. “You can have us, only after you scream our names.”
“J-Julian.” She moans. “Dante.” She closes her eyes, getting close.
“Eyes. Open.” They fling back open. I reach for the drawer behind me, feeling for the box of condoms I keep in there. “Cum, Grace. Show us how much you want us. Let us know how much you want us to fuck you.”
“Fuck.” She exhales. Working herself faster until she screams out her desire.
“Fucking breathtaking.” I groan and drop the knife.
Droplets of blood drip from the small cuts along my fingers.
“Mask off.” She quickly removes the facewear, throwing it to the side.
I grab her chin with my bloodied hand, handing her the condom with the other.
She opens the packet, never looking away from me, and starts rolling it down my length. With my mask still lifted, I kiss her.
“All of it?” I need it confirmed again. I won’t give up all control. I can’t, not after last time.
“Yes.” I stroke my fingers along her lips, down her neck and stop at her peaked nipple, leaving a trail of blood in their wake.
“Fucking hell.” I groan as her fingers wrap around me and start to pump. “Replace your hand with your pussy. I need to be inside you.” I grab her waist and spin so my back now hits the headboard. Thrusting into her hard enough to make me pause as her cunt flutters around me.
“Fuck.” She breathes, then starts to slowly move.
“Do you know how fucking beautiful you look right now?” Dante questions, kneeling behind her. “Riding his cock like that.” She shakes her head, cheeks pink. His hands glide round, pinching her hardened nipples. “How does he feel?” He uses the beak of his mask to stroke up her neck.
“Fucking fantastic.” She moans. He pushes her down against me.
“And how does this feel?” He pushes a finger into her, then two.
“Fuck.” She breathes, slowing her movements.
“How does it feel, treasure?” I echo Dantes question.
“Amazing.” She whimpers.
He pulls his fingers out and I feel the head of his cock rub against the base of mine. Quiet moans and whimpers fill the silent room as Dante enters her.
“Full.” She groans. “I feel so fucking full. But it feels so good.” She answers before we can ask.
“So. Fucking. Tight.” I grit my teeth. “Move, treasure. Fuck us like you own us,”
“I do own you.” She growls possessively. Then a bit of guilt crosses her face. Before she can take her statement back I capture her lips with mine. The metallic taste of my blood and the sweet taste of her drives me wild.
“You do. You own every fucking part of us.”
I hold her waist, me and Dante sync our thrusts, slowly moving in and out of her at first, before speeding up once she’s used to the fullness. Her body starts to tense. “Cum for us, baby. Cum all over our dicks.”
“Julian.” She cries.
“Fuck, Grace.” I thumb her swollen clit. Her cunt constricts our dicks. Pulling us in.
“Dante.” She throws her head back, leaning against his chest. The soppy fucker wraps his arms around her middle, keeping her close. He leans and pecks up her neck.
When did he remove his mask?
Grace turns slightly when he kisses up her jawline, taking his mouth with hers.
Fuuuuuck. I’m gonna lose the bet at this rate, why does seeing them both together do something to me?
Her screams of delight mixed with her throbbing cunt almost has me exploding, just a little longer, Julian. I don’t stop my deep thrusts, moving Dantes hands from around her stomach to her perk nipples.
“Fuck,” Dante growls. “Grace.” He stills and I feel his cock swell against mine. I knew he couldn’t hold back once he’s touching her.
Two more thrusts and I’m screaming her name, pulling her away from Dante to me for a kiss.
“You took us so well, treasure. It’s like you were fucking made for us.”
“Mmm.” She moans, taking my bottom lip between her teeth. And fuck me, that makes me want to go feral.
No, Julian.
Dante pulls out of our girl and walks out the room, most likely to clean up. “Julian.” She whispers, kissing down my jawline.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“And I’m keeping that picture.” She squeals as I spin her round, her back hitting the mattress with a soft thud.
“No.”
“Yes.” She grins.
I pull the mask away, getting way too hot in it. “No.”
“Yes,” she kisses me relentlessly.
“On one condition.” I give in.
“What’s that?”
“You let me fuck you with my tongue.” I move down her body and get to work.