by LP Lovell
She moves with grace and beauty, yet she can be ruthless. My ruthless little lamb, no longer afraid of the Big Bad Wolf. She exhales, the heat of her breath washing over my leg. "Don't be sad, little lamb. You did the right thing."
Her fingers flinch over my thigh. I know she must be questioning so much right now, but it is all part of the process. She is breaking out of her cocoon and when she emerges she will be stronger, better. She will see the world for what it is, and few people ever experience that. I continue to comb my fingers through her soft hair, studying the perfect dip of her nose, the beautiful way her lips shape. Her mere presence soothes me and I find myself wanting to soothe her. Leaning down, I gently kiss her cheek and she shifts in my lap, bringing her mouth to mine. Her fingers brush through my hair as her lips part and her tongue finds its way inside my mouth. I inhale the taste of her, the scent of her, appreciating that something so simple can make me so very weak. No amount of money or power, blood can make me lose focus, but if I’m not careful, this little lamb threatens to make me lose my way. The situation has grown gravely dangerous, and it's danger that makes me feel the most alive.
The door creaks open and Preston walks inside, making his way to the bed. He quickly strips down and I allow my gaze to roam over his defined body, my eyes pausing for a moment on his swelling cock that bobs when he climbs into bed beside Ella. He slides his arm around her waist and kisses down her throat, his hand coming to rest on my thigh. I pull away from her, staring into her eyes as I cup her cheek. I can imagine this is how our lives could be. The three of us.
I grab Ella's face. "Do you know how badly I want you?" My hand glides over her body, between her legs which so shamelessly fall open for me. "Always so responsive." I slip my fingers inside her and she clenches around me. Preston leans over her, kissing her as he brushes his hands over her breasts. I shove my fingers deeper inside her and her back bows from the bed. Perfect, just like art. She responds like an instrument being plucked to create the most beautiful sound. Preston works his mouth down her chest, her stomach. When he reaches her hip, he glances up at me and I remove my fingers, slipping them inside his warm and waiting mouth. His eyes slowly close as he sucks her sweet taste from my fingers.
“Come with me,” he whispers, taking my hand and pulling me down the bed until I’m lying between her open legs. Preston moves beside me and together we inch our way toward her, kissing over her legs. I swipe my tongue over one side of her pussy and Preston licks over the other until our lips meet just above her clit. Our tongues clash against each other as we simultaneously circle her swollen clit. Ella fists at the sheets, moaning. Preston's hand goes to my head and he threads his fingers through my hair yanking as he shoves his pussy-coated tongue inside my mouth. I kiss him back, sweeping my tongue along the back of his teeth before I tear myself away to roughly lick up and down her wet slit. The combination of her pussy and the scent of Preston's warm cologne sends a primitive desire crashing through me. I want her. I want him. I bury my face between her legs and grab Preston's hair, yanking his head away from her before I sit to my knees.
I drag Preston's face to mine, kissing him hard and deep. His hands desperately unfasten my pants and he grabs at my cock like the greedy bastard he is. "Fuck," I breathe against his mouth before shoving his face away from me. I need to bury my dick in something, but who? My gaze drifts from Preston to Ella as my heart hammers against my chest. My eyes land on Ella’s pink pussy, so perfect, so wet and tight, and I immediately grab her ankles, tanking her legs apart as I slam inside of her. That heat, the tightness forces a deep seated grown up my throat. "You are my sweet little lamb," I murmur, leaning down to kiss her lips.
I feel Preston's hands grip my hips, his palms slowly gliding over my ass as I thrust deep and hard into Ella. His finger slides between my crack and I tense with anticipation, need, want. I exhale when his finger skims my asshole. "Preston..." I warn just before I feel his heated breath blow across my skin.
"I just want to taste your ass, Tobias."
Ella grabs my face, dragging my lips to her. "Let him," she whispers, "please." She kisses me for a moment and I tear away, pausing mid-thrust as I glance over my shoulder at Preston. Our eyes lock and goddamn, the lustful want swimming in his eyes sends a brutal rush of desire coursing through my veins. Ella pushes against me. "Let me watch, Tobias."
And I lose all control, all inhibition. I flip onto my back, dragging Ella on top of me. "Turn around," I tell her as I grab her hips, forcing her to straddle me. She sits on my cock and I watch it disappear inside her, her perfect ass jiggling as she slams down on me. "You want him to lick my asshole, little lamb?"
"God, yes," she pants.
I spread my legs and feel the heat from Preston's body as he lies down between them. Ella leans over, her ass cheeks spreading so that I can see her tight asshole as she bears down on me. "God, you are so perfect. So beautiful," I whisper as I move my hand over her ass, rubbing my thumb over her tight hole. "Tell him to lick it, little lamb."
She leans off of me for a moment and I glance down to see her hands cupping Preston's jaw, dragging him to her. They kiss and she rides me harder, faster. The three of us could not be more perfect. And then, she fists his hair, jerking his head to the side before she shoves it between my spread legs. "Eat his asshole, Preston."
"Anything for you," Preston says. I feel his breath before the warm slow lick of his tongue brushes along my inner thigh.
I grip Ella's hips forcing her over me harder. Preston exhales, the heat from his mouth washing over me before his tongue presses against my asshole. He circles my hole, bringing his finger up and slipping it inside. Tossing my head back on a muffled groan, I grit my teeth at the welcomed intrusion.
"Oh, fuck, Tobias," Preston groans. "Just fuck."
Ella moans, her cunt growing wetter than I've ever felt it. Preston slips his finger in and out of my hole, licking between thrusts. It's nearly too much. Him. Her. Us. Ella's panting, her pussy clenching rhythmically around me as she rides me. "Fuck me harder," I say through my clenched jaw and I'm speaking to both of them.
Within moments, Ella throws her head back on a scream, a string of profanities laced within deep moans as she trembles on my cock. My muscles tighten and coil in a searing heat inside of me. One final thrust of Preston's finger, one last lick and I come hard, all the pent-up tension inside of me releasing while Ella's sweet cunt milks every last drop from me.
I catch my breath and sit up, kissing down Ella's back, along her throat as I stare straight ahead at Preston who is still lying between my thighs. "Fuck her," I tell him. He grabs her arms and yanks her off of me before he flips her over, and slams into her from behind. Her head drops to her chest, her fingers drawing into fists. "Shit," she hisses out in a breath. "I can't..."
"Come now, little lamb, that sweet little cunt of yours can take so much more." I smile when she glances up at me. "I like to watch Preston use you."
My phone rings. I grab it from the nightstand, swiping my finger over the screen before I press it to my ear. "Yes?"
"Two more days, Tobias." Three exhales. "I can hardly contain myself."
I stare ahead, watching Preston drive into Ella, focusing on his thick cock dripping with my come as it plunges in and out of her. "Ah, but the game's not over yet, Three." At the mention of his name I notice Ella's body go rigid.
"But we know how it ends, Tobias, let's not be foolish."
"Nothing's ever final, Three." And I hang up, lying back on the bed as I watch my little lamb joyfully submit to our needs—a willing victim to our perfect little fucked up game.
End of Game of Five
About the Author
LP Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologise for afterwards.
She's a self confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy.
Stevie J. Col
e likes to write realistic stories with raw, gritty characters you should hate but can't help but to love. She's obsessed with rock music, loves sloths, and has an unnatural obsession with British accents.
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