Page 50 of Brazen Obsession

“That’s better.” I bring my fingers to her clit and rub her in tight, hard circles.

“Oh, fuck. Oh.” Her words become unintelligible as she cries out and squirts all over my lap.

I move her onto the floor with my cock still buried inside her pulsing cunt and push her head down to the ground where I kneel behind her and drive my cock deep inside her over and over again. She tightens all around me, and my vision goes white as she milks the cum from my body.

She giggles as our breathing levels out.

“What’s funny, trouble?” I fuck my still-hard cock in and out of her a few times, enjoying the aftershocks, before pulling out.

“I’m just considering how different my life is now than a few months ago.” She pushes up so she’s kneeling and looks over her shoulder at me. “How different we are from a few months ago.”

I run my fingers under her chin. “I’ve always loved you, Sara. But it’s different now. Deeper and more meaningful.”

She turns and kisses me, taking my breath away. I slide my fingers into her hair, cradling her as I gently explore her mouth. When I pull away and look down into her pale green eyes, they are filled with love and satisfaction.

Even though I want to keep her to myself, I straighten and put my boxers back on before taking my seat. She glances at me as if waiting for an order. I smirk and rub the fingers that smell like her across my lips.

“Crawl to Drew, trouble.”

She turns and crawls on her hands and knees over to Drew. He slides his boxers down to release his cock.

“Don’t worry, princess.” He offers her his hand and helps her to her feet to guide her onto his cock. “I know what my little slut needs.”

She sinks down onto his cock with a breathy sigh and leans back against his chest. I had issues at first with him fucking her when I wasn’t there. Maybe I thought he might hurt her or do something to her I hadn’t yet. Or maybe I just didn’t feel comfortable with the guy who Sara was willing to put me aside for.

Now? Fuck, the guy is one of us. He’s part of what makes this work. He’s part of what makes Sara and us work. If she has to marry someone, it wouldn’t be awful if it were Drew or Dante.

But not me. My father and the truth are still out there. He might be dead, but I don’t know. I’ve never looked for him again, too ashamed of what I let happen in the past. I’m letting it go, but it will take time to heal that wound I let fester for so long.

Drew doesn’t mess around, whispering in her ear about how well she takes all of us. How she’s dripping like a slut filled with cum all over his lap. How he can’t wait to fuck his little whore. All that time, his fingers work her sensitive clit until she goes off.

“That’s it, my little whore. Hands on my knees. I’m going to fuck you hard so you can get off again before taking Dante’s giant cock in this tight little pussy.” Drew waits for her to lean forward and then fucks up into her.

She moans and pants as he builds her up to another orgasm. Her breath becomes shorter.

“That’s it. Milk my cock.” He strains into her, burying himself deep.

They take a second to catch their breath. Drew presses a kiss to her shoulder and lifts her off him. He pats her ass.

“Go take care of the big guy and then you can come clean up your mess.”

She glances back at his lap. Her inner thighs glisten with all of us, except Dante. Dante slowly strokes his cock as he watches her. She walks toward him with purpose, and before he can guide her, she straddles his lap and slides down over him.

“Rule breaker,” I mutter.

Drew laughs. Finn slides his hand up and down her thigh.

Dante presses his forehead to hers and holds her hips as she slowly fucks him. I knew we all wanted her when we were younger. I thought the others had gotten over their crushes as I struggled with the fact she wanted me and I couldn’t have her.

But now when I watch them with her, I know they struggled just as much but didn’t let it show. Finn flirted relentlessly with her, but she never took him seriously. Why should she? He flirted with everything that moved.

Dante protected her. How many times did he pull her out of somewhere because I was about to lose my cool and show her exactly what it meant to be mine? He touched her. Guided her while she fought against him.

All this time and we’re still just those same teenage boys wanting to play with our favorite toy. Except the depths of our feelings for her now are so obvious, there would have been no hiding it.

Her arms curl around Dante’s neck as she rocks over him. There’s no one else in this room except them, but they’re aware of us and they accept us. But sometimes it feels like there’s a bond between them that nothing could break.

I smile as she moans her release and he pulls her down over him with a groan.