Page 7 of Jewel

Husband continued to stroke my hair with one hand, reaching beneath me to play with my breast. He cupped it, kneading before pinching my nipple between his thumb and index finger. Pleasure shot from my nipple straight to my core, everything clenching. The weight of the jewel moved with my inner muscles, pulling more firmly into me. Husband alternated between kneading and pinching, driving me right to the edge.

The bed moved behind me, dipping with Nate’s weight. His hands went to my lower back, his thumbs massaging the muscles. His cock rubbed at my slit before sliding through my wet lips and down to my clit, his thighs pressing into mine as he rocked us both on the bed.

My pussy juices were coating his cock as he toyed with me, the end of his dick sliding right up to my slit and entering me just enough to feel like my pussy was closed, but not enough to make me feel full. I needed him in me; I needed to feel his rock-hard cock pumping in and out of me. Noises escaped me as his cock kept up its path. Slit, down through my lips, nudging my clit, sliding all the way along it, thighs pressing into me. Back.

Clit.

Lips.

Slit.

Over and over again.

My pussy was grasping at the open air, hot, wet. Every clench had the jewel moving within me, wanting me to bear down to hold it still, the tightening only making me wetter, forcing me to leak, my body pushing my arousal out, letting it run down my thighs, coating his cock. The whole time I had my eyes turned up toward Husband my head still resting on my hands, watching as he watched me. His gaze was focused on my mouth as it opened and closed, breaths coming sharply, the noises leaving my lips. His image was blurry. I could barely bring him into focus; every piece of me was pulled tight. Desperation was starting to fill me. His hand was still in my hair, fingers pulling through the strands, the only sign that he was pleased with me.

I needed to cum. The realization hit me suddenly, my orgasm swelling with the last drag of Nate’s cock against my clit. It was right there. The next pull on the skin and I was going to cum. Did I have permission? Nate hadn’t said no, but Husband was here now. Did I need to ask?

Suddenly my pussy was full, stretched, burning. I pushed back into Nate, his thighs pressed firmly into me, his cock filling me as he pushed down on the jewel, the tissue between the plug and his cock pinching deliciously. My eyes closed as heat unfurled, racing from my clit into my pussy, my breasts pulling tight, nipples puckering. My ass clenched around the plug, making it jerk under his thumb. Nate’s fingers dug into my hips as he stayed still, buried inside of me as I came, and came, tightening convulsively around his cock. Slowly he pulled back, then slid back in, the motion pulling on my lips and the skin around my clit, extending my orgasm. The ease off and then stretch made my breath catch in my throat.

Husband’s hand tightened in my hair, tugging my head back and holding me in place as Nate’s pace picked up, his skin slapping into mine as he drove into me again and again. My mouth hung open, my mind drawing a picture of what his cocklooked like as it slid in and out of me. Of the metal ball of the plug as it was jostled by his thrusts. The fine tissue between the ball and his cock moving, stretching to make room for both of them.

The edge of my orgasm receded, leaving nothing but the deep burn of a pussy that had been pushed through. Slowly my eyes opened, Husband’s fingers releasing their grip. I still wasn’t seeing him, focusing on Nate’s cock, feeling my orgasm making everything between us wetter. Husband stood and moved out of my vision, only to return naked moments later. Fingers slid through my hair.

“Up.”

He pulled on my hair at the same time, the burn forcing my head up, my arms supporting my body weight. My new angle had Nate’s cock pulling harder on the skin between my slit and the jewel, more pressure on my internal walls; his cock and the ball fought for room. My ass clenched around the metal stem with each thrust, automatically wanting to keep it within me. Husband tilted my head back, his cock directly in front of me. My mouth was already hanging open, my gaze hazy as I waited for his next command.

“Stick your tongue out.”

I pushed my tongue out past my bottom lip, already knowing what was coming. Husband gripped the base of his cock, tilting it down until it lay across my tongue. He moved it back and forth, keeping it just out of reach of my lips.

“Are you enjoying Nate’s cock? Is he fucking you good? Is he making you feel good? Are you being a good girl and letting him fuck you how he likes?”

I moaned in response, unable to answer with my tongue out, but I knew that he didn’t actually want me to answer. He wanted his words to turn me on, to tell me what he wanted without having to give an order. Spreading my knees wider on themattress and bending my elbows a little, I tipped my hips down opening up my pelvis, giving Nate more room to work. His cock pushing in and out of me was now hitting deeper, bottoming out inside of me. My lungs sucked in shocked little breaths with every thrust, Husband’s grip on my hair stopping me from moving with the force.

“Do you want it harder? Do you want Nate to fuck your pussy, leave it sore and used?”

My heart pounded at his words, pussy tightening around Nate’s cock as I imagined how I was going to feel tomorrow. The hands on my hips gripped more firmly, the thrusts all but stopping as Nate seated himself until his balls pressed into my clit.

“Is that what you want?”

Husband pulled back, allowing me my tongue to answer.

“Yes please, Husband. I want Nate to fuck me harder.”

The words left my mouth without reservation. My own needs were taking over, the pleasure coursing through my body pushing me into complete submission. I wanted to please both of them. I wanted them to both use my body. To take everything they wanted. My arms began to tremble as I waited for them. A whimper built its way up and out of my throat, needing them to move, to fuck me.

Husband pulled on my hair, forcing me toward him as he pushed his cock against my lips. I opened my mouth eagerly, ready to have him fucking my face. His thighs rested against the edge of the bed and instead of him thrusting into me he kept pulling me toward him until my nose was buried in the skin just above his cock. Nate stayed as he was, his grip relaxing on my hips, his cock sliding out of my wet pussy as I leaned into Husband until he was just resting at my entrance.

My mouth filled with saliva at the weight of him on my tongue. I worked my throat trying to swallow. My gag reflexwas struggling wanting to grip his cock as it sat at the back of my throat, unmoving. His hands left my hair, the only thing keeping me straining over his cock was my will power and my need to be a good girl. Tears formed in my eyes, the struggle to not gag starting to peak. Nate’s hands tightened and then slowly pulled me back onto him, his cock thrusting between my lips as Husband’s cock slid from my mouth. With Nate’s cock buried inside of me and my mouth wrapped around the tip of Husband’s cock, a deep throb echoed through my core.

Nate pushed on my hips, sliding out of me, moving me toward Husband and forcing his cock into my mouth to the back of my throat. We paused like that for a moment before Nate was pulling again. His cock pumped back into me, my pussy clenching around him as the sensation of him making me fuck two cocks started to overwhelm me.

This right now, this was what I wanted. I wanted to be a good girl. I wanted to be used. Every push and pull on my hips had one cock entering and one leaving. One man fucking all of us. The motion was lulling me down, my focus narrowing to the two men inside of me. The slip and slide. I had completely relaxed, barely able to hold myself up. With every forward push I moved my tongue, swirling it along the base of Husband’s cock, watching his stomach muscles tighten as I sucked it just right. Rolling my tongue over the tip on a pull back, my breath rushed over him as I was filled from behind. Nate’s cock stirred the heat within me, pulling on my clit.

The room filled with nothing but the noise of our moans and skin colliding. My breathing was fighting the motion of Husband’s cock as Nate’s movements started to pick up in speed. He was barely moving in and out of me now, leaving me with a mouth full of Husband’s cock, never quite easing out of the back of my throat. The shorter, quicker thrusts had my pussyclenching, the burn in my ass starting to spread across my lower back as the ball was being knocked again and again and again.

Slowly, Nate started to ease up, pulling me back until he was buried deep within me. He kept tugging until I couldn’t keep my lips wrapped around Husband’s cock; Nate pulled until I was sitting in his lap, cock inside of me, my legs spread either side of his, muscles burning from the stretch. His hands worked their way from my hips up to my waist, along my ribs, cupping my breasts.

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