Twelve
Her Destiny
Sin
The pain in my leg at the pointed edge of Liv’s weapon was no match for the passion swirling through me of mass destruction.
I wanted her to wreck me, ruin me for all of eternity and fuck me until I didn’t have a drop of cum left in me.
She’d suck me fucking dry without remorse and leave me a happy man.
“My prize?” Liv questioned with curious eyes.
“Yes, darling…” Saint glanced at me and back at our girl. “Your reward for being such a good girl while being bad and tricking us.”
“You played the game so well,” I added while I ran a hand up the stick and grabbed the bark. “You turned this entire chase around. You hunted us, sweetheart. You fucking won.”
With each word of encouragement, Liv became more powerful. She loved praise. The reminder that she was goddamn wonderful.
I pushed the stick aside. The wooden tree branch fell to the ground, completely forgotten. Liv lost herself in arousal.
Christ. I could smell her. The aroma of heaven.
Our girl spread her legs pleasantly, her tight yoga pants showcased her nice thighs, and I wanted to grab her, but Liv took charge. I wanted her to tell us what to do, how to reward her, and most of all, I wanted her to claim her prize.
Us. Our minds. Our souls that were as dark as demons. Our bodies were meant to be entangled with hers.
The thicker my cock grew, it throbbed for her and peeked through my boxer briefs like a goddamn peep show featuring jizz on the tip. I was excited for her, waited impatiently for her, and wanted her. My dick begged for the show of a lifetime.
Liv stopped moving. She hesitated. Worry sparked in those dark hues of hers.
“I’ve never done this before. Taken charge. I’ve never taken what’s mine so intimately,” Liv admitted with a bashful smile as she blushed. “With either of you.”
“You have in my fucking dreams,” Saint said hoarsely.
Saint was also fucking hard. The bulge of his black denim was snug against him, and I could understand his pain. He held the same desire for her as I did, and if the situation changed, she would be on her back, calling out our names to the trees.
Liv dominating was our undoing. She deserved this. We needed this. To experience the other side of our obsession while she took the reins and rode us into sweet victory.
“And you will right now.” I tapped my hips. “Sit down.”
“No.” Liv shook her head. “I don’t want to sit there.”
“Where?” I raised an eyebrow and touched my mouth. “Here?”
“Yes.” Liv blushed beet red.
Memory served me right and brought back the moment we first met. Liv caught up in absolute ecstasy while she rode some motherfucker’s face, and I had wished for that asshole to be me. Fuck. I swelled more for her with my balls cupped tight against me.
I groaned. I couldn’t wait anymore. Liv followed my hand as it went to stroke my cock, but she swatted at me.
I took a sharp intake of breath. I couldn’t believe Liv made me stop. How dare she?
I wonder what Liv will try next? The fucking excitement killed me.
“Nah-uh.” Liv shook her index finger at me.
Liv moved again and took her stance over me. She peered down at us, hair dangling in the slight breeze and eyes blazing with passion, but they still held a glimpse of uncertainty. This delay needed to fucking end because my nuts were so full they were busting at the seams.
Christ, the view didn’t help me. I could see the eye-catching outline of Liv’s damn pussy lips, thanks to her tight ass yoga pants.
“What are you waiting for, Liv?” I encouraged her with a smirk. “Sit on my face.”
“I don’t know if I can,” Liv admitted shyly.
But I knew being shy wasn’t her forte. Liv loved to tease us. Okay. I’d play along.
“Oh, I know you can. See that branch?” I crawled my hands up her toned legs, pulled the material of her leggings down, and her panties went with it. “Hold on to the tree branch and ride my face.”
Liv gripped the tree limb, letting her thong fall to the ankle closest to Saint, and he took the garment.
My best friend never took his eyes off her.
He had propped himself up on his elbow, held the side of his head in his hand, and leisurely rested on his side.
He gazed in wonder as she brought her pink world closer to me, but she stopped.
Paused with her spread floodgates so damn close to the tip of my eager tongue.
“Let Sin take care of you, darling.” Saint sniffed her panties and glanced at my crotch. “You smell like you need him, and he sure as hell wants you.”
Liv was on top of me, so fucking close she should intimidate me, but my little obsession didn’t scare me.
She was like a damn fever dream. She had danced in my head after the first day I met her, and she had never left.
Our shadows became a reality. Naked bodies moved closer together in any position, and I wanted us to be entangled all over again.
“Sit.” My lips brushed against her pussy, and I caressed her trembling thighs. “Fucking claim me.”
I stroked my tongue up the entirety of Liv, felt her cunt clench, and she gave in. “Yes.”
Liv took a seat on my fucking face. I dove right inside her. Her juicy pussy welcomed me inside the warmth of her walls, and I worked my tongue within the slickness while a hum vibrated up her body.
Liv shuddered. “Oh, yes.”
I clenched her clit between my teeth and grazed her flesh with the enamel until Liv gasped in a mixture of painful pleasure.
She fucking loved the tease, the torturous ache between her legs and my skilled mouth entertaining her.
I gave her the reward she wept for, and as soon as a quake ran through her, she took her rightful throne again.
Liv rode me as if she were worthy of heaven, and her moans were goddamn blissful. A veritable goddess of the divine. My paradise.
“Look at you, darling.” Saint teased the buttons on her blouse and flicked the top one open. “Sitting pretty on my best friend’s face.”
Above the view of her hairless mound, I watched her tits bounce with each thrust she heaved against my face. I could barely catch my fucking breath, drowning in her skin and hot pussy sweat. I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
“Yes. I’m so… Uh, yes…” I squeezed her ass cheeks and pushed her further into me. “He’s so…”
Liv couldn’t get the words out and released a long, drawn-out moan of satisfaction.
She couldn’t help herself, bucking her hips and tossing her head back.
She drew slow circles with her cunt while I wiggled my tongue in her heat and came back out.
Only to suck on her clit and graze my teeth along it until she made animalistic sounds.
“Goddamn speechless, are we?” Saint crawled behind Liv and sprawled his hands across her abdomen. “That’s okay. We prefer your gasps of pleasure, anyway.”
Saint tore open Liv’s blouse; buttons flew to the ground, and he cupped her bare tits.
He kneaded her perky pebbles between his fingertips, and she whimpered at his touch.
His playful hands made our obsession arch her back and relax in the arms of my best friend.
She came alive. The sighs, moans, and soft murmurs of lust hardened me, and I wanted to stroke my dick, but I focused on her radiating skin.
The smoothness, plumpness, and heat radiating off her flesh.
My turn would come; I had to be patient to have her because she was in charge.
“Yes, Liv, ride him faster,” Saint whispered praise into her ear. “Such a slut for us.”
I groaned underneath Liv, dug my fingernails into her skin and ate her faster.
My tongue lashing, my mouth suckling, and my lips working any inch of slickness I could until our girl erupted above me.
She clenched down, cried out, and suffocated me.
I couldn’t fucking breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t goddamn hear anything but her howls into the night.
Liv came down from her peak, let go of the tree and fell further into Saint’s embrace. I came up gasping for air with her wet mess all over my face. A smirk crawled across my lips when I saw her elated eyes lock with mine. I bet she saw bright stars.
Fuck. I ate her pussy like a goddamn rock star.
“You were perfect,” I said breathlessly and sat her on my chest. “But we still have more to do.”
“But I—” Liv yelped with a squeeze of her tits.
“Listen to him,” Saint ordered as he pinched her hard nipples, and she flinched above me. “You started this, and you’ll be the one to end it. We need to be inside you. Close. Together.”
“How close?” I questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“Turn around, Liv.” Saint let go of Liv. “Face me.”
Liv did as instructed and sat on my stomach. “Like this?”
“Yeah. Now take my dick out, darling. Don’t be goddamn shy either,” Saint demanded.
Liv released my best friend’s shaft, and he groaned when she gave him a playful tug.
He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her fiercely.
His tongue lashed at her mouth; I ran my hands up underneath her blouse and around to her abdomen.
Over her navel and down to her warm clit.
I rubbed her. A shudder ran through her, and she whimpered into Saint.
“Don’t forget about me.” I slapped her pussy and reminded her of my existence.
Liv jumped with a startled squeal. A pleased chuckle escaped me, which made Saint tear his mouth away and groan his displeasure at my interruption. She gave me a backward glance with her lipstick smeared, and she swatted a hand at my chest, but I caught it midair.
“Hey!” I aggressively pulled Liv down to me, and she pushed back with swollen lips. “Don’t.”
“Don’t tell me not to do something because I’ll do it again.” I grabbed the back of her neck and made her stare down at my dick. “Now. Get my cock out and kiss me.”
Liv heaved an irritated sigh. “Fine.”
Liv undid the button of my jeans and pushed the flaps of my boxers aside. I brushed her hair aside as she leaned over to kiss the tip of my dick, and my precum glistened on her lips as she pulled back.
“That’s a good bride.” I groaned and slapped her tit. “Pull my pants off. Now.”