Page 87 of Four Fiances & I

“Fuck,” Maximus and Christian curse at the same time.

I know every set I have ever gifted her. I have to go shopping regularly as my brothers seem to have a thing for ripping her underwear from her body. I rarely buy her white, but after seeing this set on her, I realise that’s going to change.

Sean steps away from Jasmine as he holds her hand and encourages her to turn around, ensuring we see the full effect of the white lace bra, thong and suspenders, which hold up the thinnest of stockings.

“Sweetheart do not let anyone rip that set from you. I need to see this in the flesh,” Christian's voice comes through the phone. I look over my shoulder to where the camera is and smile. I have no doubthewill rip them from her in seconds the moment she stands in front of him in nothing but them.

“Turn her back around,” Maximus orders his twin, unable to take his eyes from the goddess before us. Sean nods and ensures her back is to us again. With his eyes set on what he wants, Maximus steps forward and stops inches from her before reaching out and unfastening her bra in one flick of his fingers. A laugh bursts from Jasmine as she slams her hand over her mouth.

“Something funny?” I ask. Jasmine shakes her head, but I can see she's trying desperately not to laugh. “Spill it, Angel.”

“I thought you were going to make this difficult?” She turns her head so she is grinning at Maximus. “No one can unclip a bra like Daddy Max.” Maximus grabs her face and slams his lips into her, catching her off guard as he devours her mouth. I don’t miss how he has to hold her up as he pulls away from her sharply.

“Time to make it harder then,” he growls before releasing her and stepping back. “On your knees, Shorty.” He takes hold of her elbow as she lowers herself to the floor in nothing but her shoes, thong, suspenders, stockings, blindfold, and veil. Yeah, that’s too many items and needs rectifying.

As soon as he's confident she isn’t in danger of toppling over, Maximus walks over to Sean and me, grinning.

“Let’s see how well she knows our cocks.”

“Time to find out how well you know your favourite part of us,” I laugh as the three of us walk around each other a few times before stopping in a line in front of her. “If you get all three right, you get your first orgasm,” I add, remembering we haven’t done anything to her yet. I bet she is soaking that thong; I can tell just from the way her chest swells with each breath she takes. Her cheeks are flushed with arousal. The need to touch her overcomes me; I know it will take all my effort not to do more when I stand before her.

Sean steps forward, his already hard cock in his hand. His eyes close as he swipes the head against her lips before she takes him in deep straight away. Jasmine smirks around his cock, and I’m sure she has guessed who it is. Sean reaches out to grab her hair like he always does when she sucks him off, but he manages to stop himself at the last second. I know he won’t be able to stay in control for long as he’s already pumping into her mouth, taking control of her the way he always does in their relationship. He’s a natural Dom, and Jasmine loves being his sub.

Sean pulls out of her mouth before he comes down her throat, which would ultimately end the game far too quickly. We all want to keep this going for as long as possible. Let’s face it: Jasmine is wild at the best of times, but when she has had a drink, she’s feral.

“Who was that, Sweetheart?” Christian asks as Jasmine looks toward the camera or at least tries to. She's gotten herself turned around and no longer knows which way she’s facing.

“Daddy Sean,” she answers, turning back to Sean, who is still standing in front of her, grinning. He thrusts his fingers into her hair and kisses her.

“Correct again, Princess.” He continues to kiss her as I move up behind him, desperate for my turn with our girl. I want to tell him to move, but she will know it’s me if I speak. Sean eventually releases her and steps back, giving me a playful wink.

Closing the distance between us, she lifts her head as if to look at me, and it takes everything in me not to tell her how much I love the sight of her on her knees with that veil hanging from her hair. I really hope she is wearing one on our wedding day because I plan on fucking her in it and nothing else. At least there's only a week until I can hopefully make that a reality.

Taking my hardening cock in my hand, I do as Sean did and run it over her lips before pushing inside of her mouth. Biting my lip, I close my eyes and force myself to control my breathing so I’m not giving my identity away. However, as I start pulling in and out of her mouth, I look down and see her smirking. Damn it, she knows it’s me. I can tell by how she reaches for my hip and traces the angel wings I have tattooed with her name under them. It’s a reasonably old tattoo, so she won't be able to feel the difference in the skin. She pulls backwards, letting my now rock-hard cock drop from her mouth as she grins up at me.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t know it was you, Daddy Jason?”

“How do you know you’re right?” Christian asks through the loudspeaker. Jasmine looks over her shoulder, aiming for the camera.

“Because I know my men, and each of you has a different taste. You might all be around the same size but also feel different.” She looks up at me and grins. “You won’t be able to trick me like this. Even blindfolded, I know who you are just by being close to you; your cocks and taste are just further confirmations.”

Without warning, I grab her under the arms and pull her to her feet. She wobbles slightly on her heels, but I don’t give her time to recover as I lift her onto the bed. Leaning over her, purposely nudging her entrance with my cock, I kiss her hard, desperate to taste her mouth before tasting her elsewhere.

“Time for your first reward,” I grin against her lips before lifting off her and joining my brothers. Looking at Maximus, I nod towards Jasmine, who is lying on her back, her ass barely on the mattress.

“I need to make her come,” Maximus almost begs, looking to the bed, watching Jasmine as she smiles and waits, her legs open, leaving very little to the imagination as her white lace thong is wet and almost see-through.

“Feel free, but I have a plan which may confuse her a little,” Sean says, grinning at his twin. I listen to him as he gives us the details, and there is a chance this might actually work. If any of us are going to try it, they are the best to attempt it.

Maximus walks over to Jasmine and goes to rip her thong from her.

“Do not rip it!” Christian warns through the phone. Maximus flips the camera off but pulls the thong off instead, making a point of holding it up for the camera to show it's still in one piece. This little shit is determined to get a reaction from Christian.

Maximus steps back, and Sean gets into position on the floor. Once settled, he gives Maximus the nod, and I walk away from the bed to sit in the chair and watch for now.

Sean reaches up from the floor and starts to rub Jazmine’s plump pussy. It’s glistening from her arousal, and I watch as it contracts slightly from Sean’s touch. Jasmine's back arches as he slowly pushes one finger into her opening before adding a second a few seconds later.

“Daddy,” she gasps as she starts riding his hand.

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