45. Malic #5
“This is not normal,” he says, taking a step further into the kitchen. “Malic…” he hisses as his eyes move from me to Olivia, still catching her breath on the counter after two glorious orgasms.
“What is normal then, old chap? We’re two best buddies fucking the same girl who is all too eager for us. Isn’t that right, Crumpet?” I ask, continuing to stroke myself and grinning when her eyes widen at the sight of my cock.
“Fuck. I forgot how big you are,” she groans halfheartedly. “I ached for days last time…” Well, if that doesn’t stroke my ego, I don’t know what will.
“What the fuck?” Wilder asks again, moving closer to the counter and staring heatedly down at the girl with wide, glazed-over eyes, already losing himself to the lust boiling in his system. Now, he can’t resist.
“Hmmm, how about this?” I say, trailing my fingers up her spread legs and plunging them into her eager pussy.
“Oh, Malic,” she groans as her back arches off the countertop and her eyes squeeze shut.
“Oh, my little ghost,” I hum, pumping my fingers several times and circling my thumb over her clit. “How about I fuck you now, and while I do that, you can keep your mouth occupied with Wilder’s raging hard-on?”
“Malic, fucking hell,” Wilder says, taking a step back from us with wide eyes. “You can’t be serious?”
“Oh, I am very serious, Keeper. Are you denying your dick isn’t as hard as a rock right now at the sight of her drenched pussy and beautiful tits?
” I ask, continuing to toy with my little puppet as I finger her, as she’s begging for more and more.
“Because from where I’m standing…” I grin when he covers his crotch again, sending me a death glare while his nostrils flare.
Oh, yeah. He’s smelling the beautiful scent of her, and it’s getting to him. As much as he doesn’t want to believe it.
Wilder shakes his head. “Of course it’s fucking hard!
” he shouts, tossing a hand. “But you expect me to participate?” he asks, shaking his head again.
“I don’t fucking get you, Mal. I don’t fucking understand.
You go from never touching a fucking woman to fucking her in the bathroom, and now, you’re offering her to me, too?
What the hell is going on with you? You’re acting weird!
Weirder than fucking normal and I would know because I have to fucking babysit you day in and day out. ”
“Sharing is caring,” I quip, stopping my motions as her pussy contracts around my fingers again, and she silently screams. “That’s number three.
She’s so damn needy tonight, Keeper. Besides, she’ll need a gag so she doesn’t wake up the entire neighborhood.
Can’t have the boys next door breaking down our door, now can we?
” I bat my eyelashes a few times. “Besides, being normal in societal standards is boring. Live a little. You don’t mind, do you, Crumpet?
” I ask, sticking my fingers in my mouth and humming at the taste of her cum hitting my taste buds. “Exquisite.”
Her chest heaves several times as her hazy eyes look between the two of us. She thinks for a long second, considering the two of us until she shakes her head. “I don’t fucking care. Fuck me already,” she begs so fucking beautifully. Just like I knew she would.
“See, Keeper? She wants to be fucked. By us. Now, shall we?”
“And what does she want? Does she really want to put my dick in her mouth?” Wilder asks, throwing a hand out and gesturing to her.
Olivia sighs as she sits up and turns to face Wilder in all her naked glory.
Her legs hang over the counter as she stares at him, looking him up and down.
I wonder if it’s on the tip of her tongue to tell him who she really is?
“Life is way too short to have boring sex. I’m leaving tonight, anyway.
I’m not a stranger to this,” she says, gesturing to the two of us with confidence.
“Fuck me however you want. It’s been way too long,” she mutters the last part of her sentence to herself.
Good. I was the last one to fuck her.
I grin when he jolts in his own fucking skin at her.
“You want me?” he asks, pointing to his chest. Involuntarily, he takes a step toward her, staring directly at her perky tits littered with nips and bites, bruising from the force. Oops.
She swallows hard, a hint of nervousness taking hold of her. “I—yes,” she says, lifting her chin.
Oh, goody. My plan is working perfectly.
I wonder how Wilder will feel in the morning when he learns that not only did he let his brother’s ex-girlfriend suck his dick, but she’s also Oliver.
The man he’s been lusting after and confusing himself with.
I wonder if that’s why his dick is basically punching through his jeans to come out and play.
Also, how odd that this doesn’t seem to bother me.
I thought for sure I’d want to punch my keeper’s lights out and fuck her while he’s unconscious.
But right now, watching him watch her with dilated pupils and lust wafting off him does funny things to me.
Mainly my dick. He throbs and begs to move this along so he can sink inside her and return to his rightful place.
God, this is so much fun.