Page 43 of Our Dark Winter Wish

‘I’m sorry,’ I cry. ‘I won’t ask you to do it again.’

His fingers wrap around my throat.

‘You need this. I’ll do it. No matter how much I hate to see you suffer.’ He smiles a little. ‘I’ll be gentle. Ish. Open your mouth, Pix.’

My lips are trembling as they part. He holds me in place as he releases his erection and fills my mouth.

He just rests his hands on me. He doesn’t squeeze again and I grow accustomed to the feel of his fist.

I can take this time to enjoy my men.

Archie looks down between my legs.

‘Your wife has a hole in need of filling, Shaw. Dorian has her pussy. I have her mouth. But her poor little arse is ever so empty. You can’t deprive her, can you? Not at Christmas.’

‘No. I can’t.’

Shaw stands beside Dorian and they work together to both penetrate me. Shaw in one hole. Dorian in my other.

I grunt as I adjust around them, my moans being strangled and stolen as Archie fucks my mouth.

Dorian reaches over and grabs something.

He hands one to Archie. One to Shaw. And keeps one for himself.

I watch as he admires the peeled chestnut between his fingers. And with a dark look at me, he pulls out of my pussy, and pushes it…inside!

I lie there stunned, eyes wide and utterly shocked that the shadow master just put a fucking chestnut inside my vagina.

And when Shaw takes his and slowly eases it inside, too, I go to ask what the actual fuck they think they’re doing?!

But Archie holds me in place, silencing me with cock, and leans over.

Yep. I end up with three chestnuts up there. They’re all smiling, and part of me knows that this is something they spoke about beforehand.

Dorian resumes fucking me. They all do. And when Dorian climaxes, he grunts and growls his release. When he pulls out, he comes to my head and takes possession of my mouth.

‘Clean me up, Poppet.’

Archie takes Dorian’s place between my legs, slamming into me hard as he plays mercilessly with my clit. Shaw is still in my arse, and I’m climaxing hard in a matter of minutes.

And so is Archie, pumping himself to completion with deep and long thrusts.

When he slows, Shaw removes himself and empties a jug of water over his cock, cleaning himself off. Archie comes to me to be cleaned, and Shaw takes his place between my legs.

He runs his fingers up my core and slides them, warm and dripping, into my mouth. I lap it up hungrily before returning to Archie with my tongue, licking him slowly up and down.

Shaw eases into me. Cum seeps out around him, and he moans in pleasure at the feel of it.

‘So fucking full already, wife. Dripping two other men’s cum as I fuck you. Perfection.’

‘You really enjoy calling me your wife, don’t you?’ I laugh.

‘Amongst other things.’

He starts to fuck me, his hands gripping my thighs as he ruts into me.

‘My whore.’

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