He Makes Me Bundle
Page 6
“Yes, boys, yes…” I grab one of my breasts, pinch and tug on the nipple, adding that layer of sensation to all the others surging through me. It’s like I’m being battered from every side, taking as much as they’re giving.
They’re both breathing like freight trains, huffing and puffing, undoubtedly reaching for their own pleasure. Fuck, I want mine. Now.
“Come on our cocks, Amber. Come for Daddy.” He heaves out the words through ragged breaths as he thrusts in and out of me. And I can do nothing but obey, listen and do what he’s demanding.
“Gonna…”
“Fuck yeah, milk my cock.” Matt adds his own bit of ordering around and that’s it, I’m done.
Every muscle in my body tenses at once, as if I’m balancing on a precipice, unsure of which direction I’m going to fall. And then I do, I tumble down into a vat of pleasure, pure ecstasy spurring on every twitch of my body from head to toe. My pussy and ass are milking them, clit throbbing in time with the rapid beating of my heart.
I’m not sure what I’m screaming, or if I’m even screaming at all. Fuck, it’s just too good, pleasure coursing through my veins, electric shocks of bliss not far behind, and I let it crash over me in waves, the ebb and flow, washing over me as they continue to fuck me.
In and out, but always filled with cock, they keep working as I come down from my high, euphoria leaving me with a gentle buzz, and I just float between them, happy and sated.
I hum a pleased sound and nudge them along. I look over my shoulder and whisper to Justin, “Come in my ass, Daddy. You know you want to.”
Next, my attention’s squared on Matt, the sweetheart beneath me. “Don’t you want to come in my pussy, baby? Give me that hot load. Do it, fuck this teenage pussy.”
And that seems to put him right over the edge, rumble starting in his chest until he shouts, “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck…” His voice is rough, muscles of his neck standing out against his skin, a look of pleasure mixed with pain on his face. Then, he gives me a few final thrusts, cock deeply embedded in my pussy. It’s throbbing, pulsing, and Matt’s shooting his cum inside me.
Then Daddy’s pace increases, the restrained thrusts turning into outright slamming, fucking my ass hard until he’s screaming.
“Do it, Daddy. Come in your little girl’s ass. Fill me up. Gimme that cum.”
He roars, pounding me while Matt’s cock is softening. But Daddy’s dick is growing larger and larger with each passing moment until he’s flush with me, spray after hot spray of his cum coating me from the inside out, jets of pleasure scorching my ass, causing shivers of ecstasy to dance through my entire being.
Matt closes his eyes as he lets out, “Fuck that was good.” His voice is hoarse and sexy. For me, I’m almost too tired to care about anything except my abused pussy and ass.
Almost.
‘Cause I’m totally not getting the wet spot once he pulls out.
Plus, I’ll so need to get a steam cleaner. Seriously.
Our breathing slowly comes back to normal, and with all of us panting, I slump down onto Matt’s chest, the sound of his heartbeat thundering in my ears, the steady rhythm lulling me to rest.
Seconds tick by and Daddy pulls out of my ass, drawing a whimper from me, feeling suddenly empty with his dick gone. He leaves a trail of cum in his wake and I freeze. I’ve still got Matt beneath me and I’m not sure how he’ll react if he were to get another guy’s jizz on him.
“Uh, Matty?” Matty. That just popped out, but I like it.
“Huh?” He cracks a single lid.
I push up a little so we can look at each other, and his dick slides free of my pussy, dragging out yet another whimper. “Um, we need to move.”
“Maybe later.” He mumbles and wraps his arms around me.
“Do you want Daddy’s stuff all over you?”
“Huh?”
I roll my eyes. “You know, stuff? You and I used a condom, Daddy did not.”
Both eyes open and go wide. “Oh. Oh!” With that, he rolls me off him and I feel more of Justin’s cum leaking from me.
Yeah, definitely a carpet shampooer. Really.
Just then, Justin returns wearing a pair of loose shorts with a wet rag in hand. He raises a single brow. “Everything okay?”
I spare a look toward Matt and realize he appears a little squicked out. “Uh, while I love your cum on me, well, Matt does not.”
Justin rolls his eyes and barks out a laugh. “Kid. At some point during a threesome, body parts will touch, and someone else’s spooge will end up on you. Get over it or get outta the game.”
Daddy kneels next to me and I open my legs, brush a lock of hair away from his eyes while he cleans me. He’s always so tender…so loving.
And yeah, I think I love the guy. Regardless of our age difference.
No, I truly do.
Justin rises to his feet, snags my hand, and then helps me up. We both turn toward Matt, now dressed in his work clothes once again.
Matty, still seemingly flustered, turns his attention to us. “Um, thanks?” He gives us one of those nervous laughs, like it is, but it isn’t.
Still nude, I approach the once again, shy fireman. With inches separating us, I lean up on my tiptoes and brush a soft kiss across his lips. “No, Matty. Thank you.”
After I pull back, I hurry over to Justin, let him enfold me in his arms, and together, we walk Matt to the door.
Standing on the front steps, the cutie runs a hand through his hair while I keep my nude body hidden behind Daddy. “So, uh, see you tomorrow, J?”
“Yup.”
Matty nods. “Right. Okay. Tomorrow.”
Justin closes the door and tugs me until I’m in front of him, held securely in his arms. “You okay?”
I stare up at him. “Perfect. No, perfect-er than perfect.” I smile wide, happy and content.
Bathing in the love I feel for this man. Still wowing over that.
“Good.” He drops a kiss on my nose. “I want you happy. And…he sure seemed to make you happy.”
I roll my eyes. Guys can be stupid. “Yeah, Justin, he made me happy. Sex makes me happy. But you being there? Directing us? Being involved? That made it fucking amazing.” I wrap my arms around his neck, pull him close. “And you know why?”
He shakes his head.
“’Cause I might love you a little bit. But, I’ll let you know.”
Because…a gal can’t just give a guy the upper hand, can she? He’s gotta earn it. Even if that guy happens to be a hot ass fireman that makes her burn.
The End
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