Page 70 of Power Play
Scott pulls out of my ass, warm cum dripping out. Ben wraps his strong arms around me and rolls me onto my back before gently pulling out with a wince.
"Fuck, that's a pretty sight," Scott growls, and I imagine what he's seeing. Both of my holes, red, swollen, dripping with cum. And the image is dirty, pornographic, sensitive and perfect.
"Grab her wrists, arms overhead."
My eyes fly open. We're not done? I thought we were done? I can't take anymore!
But Ben does as commanded, wrapping my wrists in his giant hands and pulling my arms over my head. Scott moves to the bathroom now, so I look at Garrett, whose cock is so angry it's red, spit and pre-cum dripping from his tip. I relax. He wants to fuck my breasts. They've gotten so big in pregnancy I almost don't recognize myself in mirrors. But the boys have been loving the changes happening to my body. Which has been amazing, because I don't always love them. Changes are scary.
But when Garrett's thick thighs, covered in soft hair, bracket in my ribs, I can't help but smile. "Fuck me, baby. Use me. Cover me with your cum. I'm all yours."
The silence in the room is deafening. I don't do dirty talk. I never have. I've never had a partner for more than a few minutes, let alone someone I feel comfortable being vulnerable and trying new things with. But they've all given me that. And they deserve my vulnerability back.
"Jesus, that's hot," comes from above my head.
Jonesy, on the other hand, looks like he wants to propose. Except he's a bit too late for that. "Fuck, I think I love you."
The laugh that lights up my chest feels good. It's freeing. It's mine.
"What?" Garrett asks, looking between me and a chuckling Ben, whose dropped his forehead to the bed trying to cover his laughter. "What did I do wrong?"
"Never change, Garrett. Never change. You're perfect just the way you are."
"Bro, you don't tell her you love her for the first time with her other two boyfriends' cum dripping out of her right before you titty fuck her and come all over her face."
His shoulders sink a little, as a small 'oh' slips from his lips.
I admonish Ben. "No. It was perfect. It was perfectly imperfect, and honest," I say, before muttering, "Not a story we can tell the grandkids, though."
Garrett locks eyes with me, an intensity there I'm not used to, and his hand has stopped stroking himself. "Did I ruin it?"
I shake my head. My hands itch to hold him, to reassure him, but I don't want to give up on this game we're playing either. I shake my head earnestly. "Absolutely not, Garrett. There's nothing here you can ruin. If you make a mistake, you'll make it up to me. If I make a mistake, I'll make it up to you. You told me you love me in the moment, when you felt it, and it was so beautiful and honest and perfect. And..." I pause, making sure I have his full attention. "And I love you too, Garrett Jones. Every part of you."
He sucks in a breath, a boyish smile crossing his face. "No one's ever told me that before...and meant it," he whispers, voice full of tender awe.
Ben groans. "Are you going to titty fuck her or not, because I'm getting hard again, and I don't think she can take much more."
My smile turns into a wicked grin. "So, what's it going to be, husband? Are you going to titty fuck your wife in front of her boyfriends?"
He groans, eyes closing, face rolling backwards and up to the ceiling. "Abso-fucking-lutely."
He inches closer at the same time Ben moves. Ben traps my hands between his knees, letting him scoot above me and squeeze my large breasts together, the spit from earlier acting as the perfect lube. My boyfriend, working to present me to my husband like the perfect sexual offering, has me hot all over again. I squeeze my thighs together and feel the squish of our combined releases.
Garrett thrusts his soft, warm length between my breasts. I can't touch him like this, so I urge him on with my words.
"That's it, baby. Fuck me. Use me. Ruin me."
He leans down, bracing his hands on either side of my head. Ben shifts to make room. Garrett ruts into me with a scorching need. Heneedsto come. Heneedsto release. And he's chosen my body to do it. It's dirty, but I feel honored. He could have any woman, and he has before. But he's choosing to stay with me, be faithful to me. Anything he needs, I'm going to give to him.
"Fuck," he grunts, and pinches my nipple. I whine loudly, unashamedly. This man is my husband. My future. My love.
"I... I’m coming..." he grinds out through clenched teeth.
"Watch me," I command.
His eyes finally open and he watches, convulsing, as rope after rope of thick, warm cum coats my cheek, my chest, my neck, my lips. I lick the corner of my lip, savoring the taste of him.
"Jesus. Fuck," he grunts as the last tremors of his orgasm wrack through him.
