He starts grinding into me in a slow, hard, circular motion that matches the way he’s fingering my clit. Everything tightens and I feel the spasms deep inside of me. The buildup has me whimpering. I’m helpless, the warmth spreading over my body. The bastard winks at me right before he takes me to the edge.
"Yes!" I cry out to answer him.
Oran continues his amazing torture until I’m sure I’ll pass out. It’s like he told himself if he’s getting me off only once, he was going to make it epic.
Turning my head, I see Jagger approaching. I need to pay him back for my pretzel position. He pulls off the condom but I see that he’s still rock hard. I turn back to Oran and he kisses the corner of my mouth and pulls out slowly just to tease me.
“Thank you for that. It was hot.”
I smile because I’m too tired to speak. These assholes had a ‘no cuming with my wife’ rule which means they have to switch back if they plan to cum.
“Go back to your wife, you slut,” Jagger mouths to Oran but I don’t have time to laugh because he snatches me off the ground and throws me over his shoulder.
The moment the door to our room closes Jagger pulls me down his body until he slips into me raw. I cry out because he and Oran are really trying to break my pussy. I get a flashback of what Oran said when I joked about the threesome.
“You must not like walking.”
“Fuck you’re so wet and tight from cuming,” he groans.
Jagger grabs my ass and walks into the bathroom with me clinging to him still impaled on his dick. He turns on the shower then steps under the warm spray.
“See? Consideration. After I fill you with my cum, we can wash it off immediately.”
I snort because I don’t have the energy to debate which is good because Jagger fucked me in the shower like a beast until he came.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Karessa
I openmy eyes to find Jagger smiling down at me. He must have worked out this morning because his hair is damp, he’s naked, and he looks fully alert. I’m sore from the night before. Being passed from Oran to Jagger was damn good but taking on both of them is not for the faint of heart. Still, Jagger knows he’s teasing me with his nudity although his smile doesn’t hold a hint of seduction.
“Hi,” I murmur because I don’t have anything else right now.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers as he pushes my hair out of my face.
I giggle and cover my face. I know my hair is a total afro at this point but that’s not what causes my reaction. It’s the tone of his voice. I can’t explain it but it gives me butterflies and makes me giddy. I’m not sure if it’s because I love him or if it’s something he’s doing. I get goosebumps when his fingers run down my arm.
Sighing, I roll over and he pulls me into a spoon. His beard scrapes my skin when he drops a sweet kiss on my shoulder. It’s one of Jagger’s things. Shoulder kisses: I love it.
“How’s your pussy?” he asks with a smirk.
“Sore, but I think you already know that. I see what he meant when he said I must not like walking.”
Jagger shrugged. “We went easy on you two.”
“In what country?”
“You wanted a threesome, Sweet Baby. We simply shared you.”
“What’s the difference,” I ask because sharing is required for a threesome.
“A threesome would entail both of us focusing all of our sexual energy on you at the same time until we’re tired.”
I flinch at the thought.No thanks.
“And your pussy needs to work because our babies are going to be so cute.”
I roll my eyes but I don’t know why but every time he brings up babies I end up in my feelings. Not in a bad way. It’s just amazing that the man who I didn’t marry under normal circumstances is the only person who’s expressed the desire to procreate with me. Those losers I’ve chosen on my own never even wanted to discuss the future. Jagger pulls me closer, drops his chin on top of my head, and laces our fingers.
