Me? How can I possibly stand after that? Wobbly, I drag myself up and over so I’m on my hands and knees, still trembling after my orgasm. Jack grins widely, squeezing my ass as he kneels behind me.
“There we go,” he murmurs, his wet cock easily sliding back into me. But I’m tighter in this position, and when he fills me, I realize he can get quite a bit deeper, too. I moan and crumple forward, my ass in the air.
This is no slow tempo missionary anymore. Now, when Jack pulls out, he does it roughly, and when he slams back in, he nearly reaches my cervix.
He’s going to fuck me now.
I’m utterly helpless as he reels back and then shunts forward, setting a blistering pace. Now the animal is coming out, the one he held back before, and it’s going wild.
“Touch yourself,” he growls as he grips my ass in both hands. “I want you to come when I come.”
I don’t know how he expects me to do that, but he sure sounds confident. So I do what I’m told and reach between my legs, and just touching my own clit sends a jolt of electricity through me.
“Yes, like that.” Jack is giving me everything with each thrust, then yanking back until he’s nearly pulled out. “Make yourself come around me. Then I’ll fill you up.”
My hand works frantically as he fucks me, and soon I’m shaking and whining, so close again, so damn close, and Jack’s primal grunts are driving me over the edge.
As if in response, his cock suddenly swells, filling up inside me and finally making me break. I scream as my climax smashes down, and behind me, Jack moans. He thrusts in one more time, and heat spills into me.
Finally, he comes to a rest, panting. I feel his warm belly against my ass as he leans down and kisses my back, then drags his fingers along my spine.
“Bree,” he whispers to me, nosing my hair. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
He gently pulls back and withdraws, sending a trickle of cum running down the inside of my thigh. I collapse to the bed in a puddle, and I hear Bennett chuckle off to one side.
“I think you went too far,” he says to Jack with a smirk. “Now there’s nothing left of her.”
I wave my hand, my ass still up in the air. “I can move! In like, two minutes.”
“Snack break,” says Jack as he tromps out of the room wearing nothing. When he returns, he has cheese crackers and jerky in hand. I find I have a little more energy now, and we all giggle and laugh as we eat the snacks on the bed, Bennett fussing over the crumbs in the sheets while Arthur gets them everywhere. Without any prompting, Jack leans down to kiss my forehead, and wraps his arm around me.
“Yes, we’re doing this for a reason,” he says to me quietly, “but I hope you know… it meant a lot more to me than just that.”
I grin. “Yeah. It did to me, too.”
Twenty-Two
Bennett
I watch as Jack and Bree whisper to each other. She’s sitting in his lap while his arms are wrapped around her waist, and the intimacy of it brings a huge, shit-eating grin to my face. There’s nothing that pleases me more than seeing everyone I care about in one place, all loving each other the way I love them.
Bree’s future in our herd seems clear to me. But I don’t want to hurry Jack, and I certainly don’t want to hurry Bree. We have to wait for her to come to us, to decide we’re what she wants, without Arthur pressuring her with his enthusiasm.
It’s a hard ask, but he clearly sees what I see, since he’s smiling like an idiot, too.
When everyone’s had something to eat and sucked down plenty of water, it’s time. I know I’m old hat for Bree and Jack was the main affair, but I’m also the eldest in this herd. In a match with Jack for experience in pleasing women? I’d probably win.
Not that it’s a competition or anything. And frankly, I couldn’t care less who our fawn comes out looking like. But I’m absolutely positive I can give Bree a high-quality orgasm to round out our night.
She’s fresh-faced and bouncy on the bed, clearly energized by the sports drink powder Jack put in our water. As much as I long to fuck her ass again, I am here to stuff as much cum into her as possible and try to make a fawn. And I really, really want to watch her tits bounce, because they are big and beautiful. Already, just staring at them has me getting hard.
So I prop myself up against the headboard, piling up some pillows behind me, and spread my thighs apart. I pat them, shooting Bree a meaningful look, and she gives me an answering foxy smirk.
“You want me to ride you?” she asks, sultry, just like Sienna. This is every one of my fantasies come true.
“Please.” I feel silly begging her, but I’m not above it, either.
Agreeably she gets into my lap, and my hands are already on her big breasts, fondling her nipples as she positions herself.
