Page 22 of Pretend I'm Yours
“Relax, baby,” he whispers into my ear, draping his chest along my back as he adds more lube and prods me with a third finger, finding the spot inside me that makes me see fucking stars. “Let me into your tight ass like a good husband.”
I rock my hips back against his fingers. “Fuck me, love, yes.”
Declan braces his right hand beside mine while he uses his left to guide his cock to the rim of my stretched asshole. Adding another squirt of lube that makes me shiver at how cold it is, I’m finally able to take his crown inside me, my eyes rolling back in my head. He stops, letting me adjust to his size, and when I’m ready, he drops his weight and guides my dick to Corinne’s pussy.
His one thrust halfway inside me has me punching forward, filling our niece as he fills my ass, while I bite back a gasp of pleasure.
Declan
My husband’s ass strangles my cock when he bucks his hips up, pulling out of our wife, taking my cock to the hilt inside him with a barely-restrained guttural groan. Like a good girl, Corinne doesn’t stir once through it all, and I drop my forehead against the base of Kason’s neck, trying not to cum already.
It’s a regular occurrence, clenching my jaw and flexing my thighs to battle back my orgasms whenever I get within two feet of my husband and wife. Working alongside them every day is as painful as it is wonderful, since Corinne was always traipsing around our honky tonk in tiny skirts and those sexy boots of hers during her shifts after class before going on maternity leave. And Kason, of course, can pull the cum right out of my balls in seconds flat just by getting on his knees and opening his mouth whenever we catch each other alone in the back office.
But being inside either one of them? It’s nearly impossible to control myself and give them at least a few good thrusts before I bust.
“Wait…wait a second,” I tell Kason while trying to slow my breathing.
“I can’t,” he whimpers, surging forward and back, his skin clapping against her thighs and mine. “She’s so wet and tight, and oh”—Kason moans and bucks again—“you know how hot it is when she’s pregnant.”
“I know,” I say with a groan. I’m already planning to take a shower as soon as I cum in Kason’s ass so I can then take my turn in our pregnant wife’s pussy. “But I’m not gonna last long if you don’t slow down. It’s too good.”
“Fucking same,” he says, his arms shaking when he forces himself to stop moving, caught in the middle between Corinne and me.
Fuck it. If I can only keep this up for another minute, then I’ll make it the best minute of his life. I sit up high on my knees, squirt a healthy amount of lube from the bottle down his crack, grab his shoulders, and thrust home inside him. I know he can handle the rough treatment, just like I can when he takes his turn with my ass.
Kason slaps the mattress, pushing his face between Corinne’s breasts as they bounce wildly while I plunge in and out of him again and again. We’ve added padding to the back of the headboard so that it no longer damages the drywall when we go wild like this, but that doesn’t exactly help Corinne at times like these, the top of her head inching closer to the wood, in danger of knocking against it.
Biting her lip to remain quiet, she braces her hands flat against the headboard, and I wink when she takes a peek at me through the slits of her eyes.
“Good girl,” I mouth to her with Kason oblivious to the fact that Corinne only pretends to be asleep when we climb into bed with her and enact my fantasies.It’s our little secret.
She’s quick to close her eyes and relax her arms when Kason lifts his head, grips the headboard, and takes over, thrusting forward and back. I grab his hips and drop my head back on my shoulders, gasping for air when he wrenches the cum right out of my balls, taking more than I thought I had to give.
With one last thrust, Kason cums with a choking sound, and I roll to the left side at the last second so we don’t collapseon top of Corinne. When we’ve caught our breath, idly stroking Corinne’s torso, staring lovingly at each other, Kason finally drags himself out of bed, squeezing his asscheeks together with an adorable blush.
“You coming?” he asks, shuffling toward our ensuite bathroom.
I tell him, “I need another minute. Get the water warm for me.”
He blows me a kiss, and once I hear the shower turn on, I tell Corinne, “Spread them, sugar.”
Corinne lifts her knees higher and drops them to the sides. “I only get a minute?” she asks with a cute pout.
I chuckle low when I get between her thighs. “As if you need more than that.”
“You’re right, you’re right,” she says, scraping her nails through my hair while I eat her pussy and Kason’s cum like it’s my last meal on earth, bringing her to a screaming orgasm that she has to bite back with all of her will.
“I fucking knew it,” Kason suddenly says from behind, just as Corinne’s toes are starting to uncurl.
Corinne gasps, and I snap my head around to find Kason standing at the end of the bed, the water running in the background, my face a mess with…well,theircombined mess.
“What do you think, hon?” he asks Corinne, jumping onto the bed, caging my thighs between his knees, and sitting so I can’t move. “One spanking or two for being so naughty and waking you up when you need your sleep?”
Corinne’s mouth drops open with surprise. Sliding a look toward me with a mischievous grin, she says, “Better make it five. And he’s grounded for a year.”
I can’t help but let loose a laugh tinged with curiosity. Kason has never spanked me before.
“If you insist,” Kason says, popping my asscheeks with his palms in quick succession.
