Page 152 of Say So


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This had become our unspoken routine. Ocean would take one or both of us before he started and ended his day. My personal favorite was when he tracked down one of us during the day. Those secret rendezvous were rare since he was hardly home.

The war with his father was still ongoing, neither side making much progress. Some days, Ocean didn’t come home at all, but at least Hunter and I had each other.

I knew that’s what would happen now.

Ocean would fuck me and then leave me here, spent and dripping to curl against Hunter for warmth while he left us safe and sound to put himself in danger again.

Ocean flexed his hips when my thoughts caused my pussy to resist him a little, and then we both let out a moan when he finally sank that last impossible inch inside.

I loved these slow, leisurely morning fucks.

No matter how busy Ocean’s schedule was, he always made time to show me how much he needed me. Sometimes, we’d make love. Other times, he’d take me on a hike, teach me how to play chess, or sit and let me read to him until I fell asleep in the middle of a chapter.

Feeling my need grow, I pushed my ass back against him, and Ocean responded with a thrust of his own.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned hoarsely.

Together, as if we had all the time in the world, we moved under the sheets as one, our heavy breathing penetrating the early morning quiet and the scent of our sex mingling with his and Hunter’s.

It was perfect.

Exactly how it was always meant to be.

Hunter and I were never meant to be apart; Ocean and I wouldn’t have been able to resist each other forever, which meant the two of them would have destroyed each other over their shared obsession.

Feeling my orgasm rise, I reached out for something to hold onto, to anchor me to this plane so that I didn’t float off from the ecstasy, but instead of the bedsheet, my fingers met soft skin.

Hunter.

The princess palace, where we’d gone to bed last night without Ocean, was still cloaked in shadows when I finally opened my eyes. The first rays of morning light had already begun to penetrate the dark, so I could just make out Hunter’s sleeping form. She was lying on her back with her thick thighs still gapped open, the slip she’d worn to bed bunched around her soft middle, leaving her pussy and breasts bared.

Her hands were still bound and stretched above her head with the rope tying her wrists together. I shivered at the sight of her splayed out and vulnerable with her pussy on display and Ocean’s nut still drying on her thighs.

How long had they gone at it while I slept beside them, an unconscious witness to it all? They had obviously only just finished, but still, Ocean needed more.

Hunter’s heavy tits bounced with our movements, but she didn’t wake. My pussy tightened around Ocean as I reached for her, but Ocean yanked me back with a growl, possessive of both of his spoils. Wrapping his hand around my neck, my mouth fell open when he tightened his grip and picked up the pace, fucking me harder and staking his claim.

I knew it was coming.

Ocean always got like this whenever Hunter and I fooled around. The jealousy between the three of us excited me to the point that I’d find myself giving in to it more often than not.

Like now.

Poking the bear, I moaned, “Oh, God. Hunter.”

Ocean cursed before flipping me onto my stomach and yanking my ass in the air. “Who?”

I could feel his monster dick looming near my entrance like a threat.

“Ocean,” I moaned shyly this time.

My fingers and toes curled into the sheets when he re-entered me, digging his fingers into my hips to keep me still as he used me.

Resting my head on my arms with a smile, I happily let him.

After Roshaun was murdered, Ocean moved us far away from the city and into this beautiful ranch home in the middle of nowhere. This large plot of land was only a short hike from one of the many bluffs overlooking a massive lake, and I couldn’t love it more.

Ocean was out again while Hunter and I were on the back patio overlooking the pool and open fields. We were sharing a bag of grapes and gossiping about one of the bitches we used to work with.