“Still full of Arthur and Jack’s cum?” I ask her as she grinds her clit against my cock. That feels incredible, and I’m not even inside her yet.
“Lots of it.” As if to prove it, she pushes me to her slit and lowers her body, just enough to bring in the head. Sure enough, she’s slick and wet, absolutely dripping.
Bree gasps as she takes in more, then lifts herself up again. Her bright green eyes find mine, and I’m stuck on her, mesmerized by how lively they are, how full of light. When she smiles mid-coitus, her round cheeks squeeze, and I groan as she sinks down on me as far as she can take me.
I’m glad for Bree’s muscular thighs as she maintains an even pace, her moans growing in volume as she chases after her pleasure. I buck into her, driving myself deeper, then reach down and rub her clit while she rides me, which makes her tense and shiver.
I can’t get enough of this woman.
The only problem is that I can’t control us in this position, and the way she’s fucking me, I won’t be able to hold off for long. And I need to hold off if I’m going to make her scream.
“Bree,” I say, slowing her movements by grabbing her hips. “I’m going to move you.”
Her brows raise as I pick her up, still speared on my dick, and flip her onto her back. I lift her legs even higher, so I’ll be driving straight into her, and lick my finger as I reach down to stroke her clit. The first time I slide in, Bree wails.
“Oh, that’s so good,” she moans, and I know I picked the right angle.
I change up my speed until I earn a sharp cry from her, then maintain that pace, fucking her ruthlessly. She squirms and her hips buck and her tits bounce, and all I can think is how ideal she is for us. She is generous and kind, and confident in herself. An entrepreneur in her own right, making her own living doing something she loves.
Looking down into her face, her eyes squeezed closed and her hands gripping the blankets, I think I love her. Maybe it’s new, but it feels endlessly deep, the possibilities infinite.
When Bree orgasms, it’s with a magnificent power. She screams, as I had hoped, while her spine goes stiff as a rod. Her pussy milks me, and finally, I let go. I let it all go, and I burst inside her, spilling everything I have to give.
“Damn,” I murmur to her as I flop down on top of her, trying not to squish her. “That was amazing.”
Bree giggles. “We make a good team.”
I pet her hair and she nuzzles into my palm, which is really the sweetest thing I could ask for.
When I’ve softened some, I withdraw, and it’s magnificent how much of our copious spend spills out of her. I’m thrilled about what it could mean for our future.
Not that I’m going to stop trying to impregnate her anytime soon.
Finally, I roll off, and Jack and Arthur appear on either side of us. Arthur gives me a sloppy kiss, which makes me chuckle, and then he spoons me from behind. This allows Jack on Bree’s side, and the two of them laugh and attend to each other while Arthur and I watch.
“It’s good, huh?” he whispers to me.
“Good,” I agree.
Arthur
Never in my life have I slept so well. It’s not a weekend, unfortunately, so we couldn’t lie around in bed the next morning, but that’s all right. I’ll certainly be balls deep in Bree again on Friday.
If she wants it, of course. But I don’t think she’ll object to having us on her stream if I can convince Jack it’s a good idea.
Bennett is the last one up, as always, and I’m already cooking bacon and eggs when he finally comes into the kitchen. Jack and Bree have been sitting at the table holding hands for some time, and I’m sure I’m grinning like an idiot.
“Mornin’,” Bennett grumps as he plops down in a chair. Jack pours him some coffee, and Bennett gratefully drinks it.
I love how normal this is, how perfectly domestic, and I think I could get used to it. When Bree lives with us, though, we might need to get a bigger bed. Which means we should probably get a bigger house, so she has a place to host her stream.
I’m getting ahead of myself, I know, but who’s going to punish me for fantasizing in the privacy of my own brain?
But it gives me something to talk about at breakfast.
“What if we started house shopping?” I ask as I serve bacon, eggs, and toast. “That way we’re all moved in and acclimated to the new place by the time the fawn comes.”
I expect Jack to reject my proposal outright because he hates talking about anything important first thing in the morning. But he doesn’t, his hand still twined with Bree’s as he thinks.
