19. Benjamin #3
‘Please’ is the word that will always get her whatever she wants from Dash. Well, from all of us, of course, but Dash is wrapped so tightly around her little finger that he would cut off one of his legs for her if she said please.
“She can take it,” Kane tells him, reaching over and running a hand up and down her back. “Our girl knows herself. She knows what she wants.”
Abby gives him what looks like a grateful smile. “Yes. I do.”
I tuck myself back into my pants and step back, knowing cleanup will have to wait.
Unabashedly, Abby climbs up over the back of the couch and into Dash’s arms. She wraps her legs around him, and he cups her ass with his big hands.
“Fuck me, Dash,” she tells him before pressing her mouth to his in a deep kiss.
He carries her around the edge of the couch, then lowers them both to the cushions.
“Missionary?” Kane asks, teasing in his tone.
Dash lifts his head and looks over at Kane with a grin. “Yup.”
Then he slowly slides into Abby’s pussy, both of them moaning.
“You okay?” he asks her.
“I have never ever been better in my life,” she tells him with such sincerity he huffs out a quick laugh.
“Thatta girl,” Kane tells her.
I move to sit on the edge of the coffee table to get the perfect view. I’m also shameless about wanting to clearly see Dash fuck our girlfriend.
“You’re doing so well,” I tell her. “That perfect pussy has taken three cocks now, Abby girl. Look at you spread wide for him.”
Dash groans. “She does like those words.”
Kane reaches over and affectionately combs his fingers through her hair. “Like Benjamin said, it’s very easy to praise the perfect woman.”
Dash moves his hips, stroking in and out of her. “It sure is.”
“You have to come again Abby,” I tell her. “You have to come around Dash’s cock. Let him feel that. Give that to him.”
“I don’t know if I can,” she says, whimpering slightly as Dash thrusts into her.
The poor guy has also been getting edged, and the fact that he’s holding back even as much as he is impresses me.
“Dash can’t come until you do,” Kane says.
Dash grunts, and I see his jaw tighten.
I give Kane a look and he gives me a grin that says he knows exactly what he’s doing to Dash.
Abby strokes her hands up and down Dash back. “You can, it’s fine. It’s good. I want to feel that. Come inside me, Dash.”
His groan is guttural.
“You’re killing me, Abby girl,” he says.
She smiles. “Really?”
“You have no idea what you do to me. I could stroke two more times and come. But I want to feel you,” he tells her, his gaze burning into hers. “Milk me with this sweet cunt.”
Her eyes go wide, and she sucks in a little breath at his blunt words. But, apparently, there’s something about the man who is a big sweet teddy bear toward her most of the time, talking to her like that because she lifts her hips, then reaches down between them and starts playing with her clit.
“Harder,” she tells him. “Fuck me harder.”
Now it’s his turn for his eyes to go a little wide. But again, he’ll deny her nothing. His hips start moving faster, and I watch as she works herself up to another climax.
Holy hell. This woman has let all three of us fuck her, and here she is, still in it, still surprising us.
“Oh God, yes,” she says, encouraging him. “I’m almost there.”
“Every step you take tomorrow, every time you sit down and your pussy aches, I want you to think about what a good fucking girl you were tonight for us,” I tell her. “You made your three men very fucking happy.”
And I’m thrilled when that helps rocket her through another orgasm.
She likes hearing that we are her men. She likes knowing she’s pleased us.
I am definitely making a note of all of that.
She screams through her orgasm, and Dash is right on the heels of hers with his own, roaring her name as he stiffens above her, emptying into her before lowering himself to the side so as not to crush her.
She still wraps her arms and legs around him, snuggling close for a few moments after as their breathing calms.
Then Kane pushes himself up off the couch, scoops her up, and says, “Warm bath.” He looks at me. “And then a fire and hot chocolate in here?”
That sounds absolutely perfect. He’ll get her settled upstairs, we’ll give her a little time by herself to clean up and relax in the tub, then we’ll all cuddle and make sure that our connection post-orgy sex is solid.
I nod. “Meet you back down here.”
Kane disappears up the stairs with Abby and I look over at Dash. He’s still sprawled on the couch, arm thrown over his eyes.
“You okay?” I ask.
“No.”
“You strain something?” I say it jokingly, but I can tell that he is absolutely serious about whatever he’s feeling.
“No.” He pauses. “I’ve fallen in love.”
I take a deep breath.
I suspect all three of us are feeling something similar, but he’s the first to say it, and hearing it out loud definitely makes it more real and serious.
When I don’t say anything, he moves his arm from his eyes and meets my gaze.
I nod. “Yeah. Me too.”
“We’re going to be able to convince her to stay, right?”
“Yes,” I say firmly.
Because now that has to happen.