Page 24 of Eggnog and Edging
"That's right, that'll teach you to misbehave."
His fist balls, and Starla takes the lead, licking his tip, drawing the bead of cum to her lips.
It's too much. Damn it. I lose control. One hand on her hips, one on her shoulders, I slam into her as she cries out, bumping her forward with my hard thrust. Her head glances down the side of Cullen's cock.
With slightly different positioning, he could have slid into her mouth. But that'll have to wait for another time. I can't stop to ask if she wants to suck him off while we come.
Her pussy tightens and releases rhythmically around my cock. Her body bucks. I move both hands to her hips so I can keep her from collapsing.
It’s impossible for me to do anything but send every ounce of cum I can make into her body, competing for the chance to create a baby. I'm younger. I can be hopeful that gives my swimmers an advantage.
I slump onto her back, careful to support my weight.
Cullen gingerly strokes his fingers over his cock. The head is strained, smooth, and reddish-purple. Cum drips from the tip. He's not going to last long. I can't imagine how difficult this is for him, but I love how she punished him for being naughty. Generally he’s not, but there needed to be some accountability.
I also have an unreasonable desire to watch him fuck her as if some shadow side of me has come to life.
I've known Starla's had a thing for him for a long time, but he's been so respectful of his relationship with her. I never saw it the other direction.
And it’s one hundred percent blindsiding me that I want to watch her take his cock, her orgasm building until she can't control herself anymore.
Not wanting to push the punishment too far until we’ve had time to talk about everyone’s comfort levels, I whisper in Starla’s ear, “Cullen really needs to come. Do you want him inside you?”
She nods slowly.
“If he promises to be quick, can he do it now?”
She nods again.
“I'm going to sit in the chair and hold you.”
“Thank you,” she says on a breath.
I watch our union as I slide out of her, our mixed, milky cum on my cock. Lifting my gaze to Cullen, I say, “You heard her—be fast.”
She's still bent over the arm as I maneuver into the chair, turn a bit to the side, and wrap my arms around her. I steal a kiss then let her rest her head on my shoulder.
It was tempting to stand beside Cullen, but I want to support her right now. His thrust rocks her body into me and she flinches as he enters her.
“You okay?”
“Yeah”
I nod at Cullen who can’t hear her faint response. The slow rhythm of Cullen fucking her has all of us breathing hard. This is how we’re meant to be—working together. I decide to shift the tone.
“He's got a big fucking cock, doesn't he, Sweets?”
She mutters wearily. Cullen furrows his brow and I run with my plan.
“I bet it feels really good, filling your pussy up like that?”
“Uh-huh.”
“It's a good thing you're full of my cum, so you’re nice and slick for him to shove that fat cock inside of you.”
Her mutters become incoherent.
“Someday…” I tease my thumb over her lip, “when we don't need to save all our cum to make sure you're pregnant, we'll fill you at the same time.”
