“Look at that princely cock waiting for you, princess. He wants to breed you like the prize you are. Now use that pretty mouth.”
In a split second, I feel her wet warm mouth surround me and I let out a sigh. It feels amazing, but I want her pussy. I want to fill her up with my cum again and again. Of course, Marco must know this because he taunts me.
“Her mouth is just as good, right, prince?” I let out a whimper, then I feel cool, fine metal chains drag across my nipples, sending my senses on high alert. Cora works me with her hands now. One massaging my shaft with her mouth and the other playing with my balls.
Marco drags the chain flogger over my skin, down one arm, circling the inside of my elbow and forearm. This mix of sensation and pleasure is taking me too close to the edge, too fast. I can’t blow now. Not yet.
“Stop,” I pant, and I immediately feel the loss of both of them. I don’t care how desperate I sound when I say, “I don’t wanna come yet.Pleasedon’t make me come yet.”
“Don’t worry, prince. Show me you can be an obedient little whore, and I’ll reward you.”
Fuck, I love when he calls me a whore.
I sigh. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now sit on his face and grab the headboard, princess.”Fuck yes.“Prince, snap your fingers if you need to stop. Show me now.” I obey and snap both hands as Cora settles her plush pussy over my face. She must be wearing her panties still because I can feel her use one hand to slide them over. “Very good. Now make that sweet cunt ready for our cocks.”
“Yes, Sir,” I mumble through her folds. I love how soft she is. I love the way she tastes and the way she clenches when I nip at her clit. And Ilovethat I’m being made to do this. Like I’m just a plaything—created only to serve.
Cora mewls and sighs above me, and it only encourages me. Then I hear Marco bark, “Count to thirty, you slut.” Followed by a thuddy—Crack.
“Yes,” she screams out. “One.”
Crack.Crack.
“Two, three.”
I don’t bother speculating what he’s using to beat her or where, because all I can focus on is her succulent, little pussy riding my face as it tightens with every hit. By crack number twelve, she’s already coming, her thighs squeezing my head like a professional wrestler.
Unable and unwilling to stop, I keep flicking my tongue against her, suckling at her more. More. More as Marco keeps up his beating.
“Twenty-eight,” I hear her cry through my thigh earmuffs. “Twenty-nine—yes.” I feel her convulse against my lips as I suck her. “Thirty,” she sobs.
Then all at once, I feel Cora lift off my face and she gasps. “Sir,” she exclaims as I feel a set of feet on either side of my hips, pressing into the mattress.
“You’remineto use. If I wanna haul you off and place you on his cock, then I will,” he seethes, and before I can even shiver at his rough tone, Cora’s cunt is enveloping my aching erection. My needy fucking erection that I think could cry tears of joy at finally being inside her.
I let out a low moan as I work my hips deeper into her. “Fuck, yes, baby. Oh, thank you, Sir.”
“Are you ready to open your next present, prince?” he asks, and I feel my mask being removed. When my eyes adjust, I see a blissed out and ethereal Cora sitting astride me, wearing a soft, pink, lace bodysuit with a ribbon tied between her breasts.
“Oh my god…” I breathe, as she slowly pulls at the ribbon, seductively biting her lip as she watches me. When she pulls it free, her big, delicious breasts fall out and my mouth waters at the sight. Those dusky pink nipples, so hard and waiting to be played with. “You’re so beautiful, Cora. God, I wanna touch you so bad.”
“Allow me,” Marco says, ditching the last of his clothing and climbing behind her. His hands find her chest as he lifts each breast, kneading them. Cora throws back her head against his chest as she begins to ride me. I watch him pinch each pink bud between his fingers, directly sending a clench around my dick.
“You’re going to let us breed you, princess.” He nuzzles into her ear, then moves one of his hands to her stomach. “You’re going to be round with our baby. Your tits are going to be full with milk to feed our baby. And we’re gonna keep breeding you over and over andover,” he growls, as I watch her tremble then nod.
Then I see him drop his hand to move the crotch of her panties, but he finds a set of snaps and rips them open. Finally, he lines himself up against me—against her, too. “You’re gonna take both of our cocks andallour fucking cum, and you’re gonna give us a baby. Got it?”
Then I feel him push inside her. “Yes, Sir,” Cora groans.
“God, look at you.Ungh… taking both of us. That’s it. Good girl. Lean forward and grab onto his shoulders.”
She obeys and smiles at me. “Breed me.”
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: How did I get so lucky? How did I go from being a tortured soul, pining for my best friend, confused and heartbroken from my mystery woman-turned-boss, to being so profoundly loved and cared for by each of them? These two souls speak to mine. To have to choose between them would be to choose death. I cannot have one without the other.
Now here we are, trying to sew our lives together even stronger by making a family.
