The intense chemistry and connection we share will never be broken.
Jase will never love her the way I know he loves me.
He chose me in a way he never chose her.
What good is having a man if he’s forced to be with you?
She might think she’s won, but she’s lost. She will always know he’s unfaithful and that he’s still in love with me. She will always know he’s incapable of loving her.
It doesn’t sound like much fun.
He may no longer be mine, but at least I know what we had was real.
So, I stop fighting, going placid in his arms.
If this is the last time I get to be with him like this, I am not going to deny myself what I need right now.
I will fuck him one last time, and then I’m moving on and shutting him out completely.
His fingers trail up my leg, and he moves my thighs apart while keeping me on my side, rocking his erection against my ass through our clothes. Closing my eyes, I succumb to the myriad of sensations rioting in my body. A whimper escapes my lips when his hand continues its upward trajectory. Brushing his fingers against my lace-covered pussy, he rubs me aggressively through the flimsy material for a couple minutes, rocketing my arousal into the stratosphere.
Cool air wafts over the bare cheeks of my ass when he lifts my dress from behind and pulls my panties down. Shoving them to my knees, he leaves them there, like a restraint, as he repositions my legs so he has access to my weeping cunt. The arm around my waist moves lower, joining his other hand as he parts my pussy lips with his thumbs before driving two fingers inside me.
I can’t see his wicked smile, but I know it’s there as his fingers glide easily through my slick channel. Wrapping my long hair around his fist, he tugs my head back slightly, enough to grant him greater access to my neck. I keep my eyes closed as he peppers kisses along my neck, my collarbone, and the swells of my ample breasts.
If he insists on doing this without looking at me, I’m going to do the same—we can pretend together.
A grunt tumbles free from my lips when he tweaks my nipples through my dress, sending darts of desire shooting to my core. He tugs roughly on the hardened peaks and a pleasurable painful sensation ricochets across my sensitive skin. I’m not even aware I’m rotating my hips and riding his hand until he adds another digit and increases his pace. My climax is already building because Jase is just that good. Releasing my hair, he continues pumping his fingers in and out of me as his thumb makes circles on my swollen clit, swirling my juices around my tightening bud as I chase a familiar high.
I shriek in surprise when his free hand lands on my bare ass with a sharp slap. My pussy throbs with need, pulsing and gushing as he lands a succession of hard slaps on my ass. I’m not in the least bit surprised when his thumb presses against my puckered hole because Jase is a big fan of anal.
Memories of better times flip through my mind on a loop. Happy times spent with both my guys in bed as we explored and fucked for hours, none of us ever getting enough. Our insatiable fucking never satisfying us for long.
I come apart at the seams, shattering completely the instant he plunges two fingers all the way into my ass. My pussy clenches around his fingers in my cunt while I tighten and pulse around the digits in my ass. I’m a writhing mess of hormones and incoherent mumbles as he works my body like a pro.
I don’t even hear his zipper lowering in my blissed-out drunken state. A scream rips from my mouth when he thrusts his cock in me in one claiming stroke, pushing so far inside it feels like he’s nudging my womb. He’s half draped over my back as he fucks into me, pushing my body farther into the bed with my face mushed against the comforter. The angle is a little awkward, but the constriction of my legs makes him seem fuller and bigger inside me, his thrusting tighter, hotter, and so much more.
“Yes,” I hiss, rocking my ass back against him as he drives his big dick into my cunt in a feverish pace, rutting in and out like a wild savage, brutalizing me in a way that speaks volumes.
This is an elevated form of hate fucking. And. I. Am. Here. For. It.
He slams in and out of me over and over, and I’m moaning and whimpering like this is the first time I’ve had sex. Sex is always phenomenal with my guys, but this is next level.
Why does his dick feel so much bigger at this angle? And is that…?
A primitive groan filters from my mouth as I feel the additional friction sliding against my inner walls, and it clicks into place. “You got your dick pierced,” I rasp, reaching back to grab hold of his ass because I need to be touching him. “I never thought you’d do it.” I squeeze his ass as I pivot my hips, as best as I can from this angle, working in sync with his rough thrusts. I feel impossibly full, and the sensations his magical cock is evoking in me is out of this world.
In the past, I have suggested the guys get some metal in their cocks, but neither Chad nor Jase seemed interested, so I hadn’t pushed my agenda. Now, I wish I had pushed harder, because ho-lee fucking shit, nothing feels better than this. “Oh my god, Jase,” I pant when stars burst behind my closed eyes. “That feels incredible.”
A dark chuckle ripples through the air, raising goose bumps all over my arms. My pulse picks up, and my heart beats faster against my rib cage as an ominous sense of dread sweeps over me.
I stop moving.
Stop breathing.
His hand wraps firmly around my throat as he presses his mouth to my ear. “Wrong dick. Try again.” His warm breath fans across my earlobe while his fingers grip my neck painfully.
This cannot be happening.
