Page 44 of A Season Of Sin

Dropping my mouth to Gracie’s, I kiss her softly, long and sweet, taking my time to say hello to get reacquainted. My cock twitches inside her, and she laughs the cutest bubbly sound against my lips. My heart reacts, thumping inside my chest.

“He missed you, too,” I tease, nudging her nose with mine as I flex my dick again.

Jace slips from my hole as he rubs my back. “Sorry. I was a little rough.”

“It’s okay,” I assure him.

“I… I don’t know what the fuck came over me.”

“It’s alright.”

Spreading my cheeks, I sense his eyes on me, looking there. “I love seein’ my cum leak from your hole.

“Yeah. Well, you’re gonna be full of cum, soon enough. Don’t go gettin’ used to that,” I warn.

Jace grunts and pushes a finger inside me, and my cock twitches. “This is so hot.”

I’m sure it is.

But he doesn’t get to fuck me, and that’s just it.

Nope. That’s not how this works.

To show him what happens when you use my body, I shove my hips back, and he tumbles off the end of the bed in a mess of limbs, landing heavy.

“What the fuck was that for?” he growls as he gets to his feet.

Now that I’ve nutted and am still hard, I shoot off the mattress and wrestle him to the floor. Jace puts up a solid fight, grappling and grunting as I twist him into a pretzel. Gracie watches from the bed, cheering us on.

Once I pin Jace, and we’re both breathing like we just ran a marathon, I slam my mouth to his and kiss the life out of him. I bite his lips as payback for the hickies he left all over me. When I force his legs over my shoulders and line up my bare cock, I spit on my hand and treat him even worse than he did. I barely lube him before I force my way into his big, hot, muscled body.

Jace moans.

Loudly.

In pleasured pain, his face screws up like he hates it, but he doesn’t stop me.

He takes it.

Every thrust.

Every goddamn thing I want, I do to him, and he doesn’t pull away.

Knowing he needs something to do with his mouth and his dick isn’t clean enough for our woman, I wave for Gracie to join us.

“Sit on his face, sweet girl. Suffocate him…” I urge our woman and grip Jace’s pec hard. “Tell her, Kid. Beg her to sit on your face.”

“Please.”

“Please, what?” I slap his cheek. I know he can do better than that.

“Sit on my face.”

Climbing off the bed on shaky legs, Gracie straddles Jace, facing me, and does as she’s told. We meet in the middle, kissing, and I play with her beautiful tits as we use Jace for our own pleasure, just like he used me.

“He’s such a good boy, taking Daddy’s cock,” I rumble against Gracie’s lips.

“Yes.”