I let out a chuckle. “That’s the point, baby.”
“You want more, Pickle? You want Ford to fuck you while you suck my cock?”
She doesn’t speak, simply nods as she presses her head back into the pillow, her mouth slightly open as she whimpers in need. It’s time I take charge then.
“Jacob, lie down on your back. Dylan, on your knees between his legs and put that ass in the air for me.”
I lean back on my heels, while they eagerly get in position, slowly stroking my cock, knowing that in just a few precious seconds I’m going to be buried deep inside my girl.
“I’m already so fucking close to the edge, it’s not going to take me long.” Jacob’s voice is husky with desire.
“Me either. My girl’s ass rubbing against my cock taunted me all night, teasing me relentlessly.”
Dylan, being the cheeky temptress she is, does just as I say, wiggling her ass once she’s between Jacob’s thighs, and judging from the sounds he’s making, her mouth is already on him.
I scoot up behind her, admiring the way her ass moves as her head bobs up and down. Gripping my cock, I run the head through her wet slit before lining it up at her hole and thrusting inside.
I pause once I’m fully seated inside her, allowing her time to adjust to my size, before fucking her with all I have. She begins rocking her hips into me, only heightening my pleasure and hers, until we’re all floating in the surreal pleasure of our release.
We collapse on the bed in a heaving mess. She sucked Jacob dry, but my cum is still leaking out of her. One day far into the future, I want to see her pregnant with our kids.
Our kids. Mine and Jacob’s. Because I don’t see a world where we’re not all together.
Matthew.
Then there’s him. I’m not sure how he fits into the grand scheme of things. I’ll leave that up to her. But if he makes her happy, and she wants him, then I’ll do whatever she wants. Sharing is caring, after all.
“I don’t want to go home,” she whispers as I stand to get a rag to clean her up.
“Why?” Jacob asks.
“I don’t want to face Matthew. It’s too much to deal with.”
Jacob pulls her closer, as she rests her head on his chest. He whispers something for only her to hear and I allow them this moment. Heading into the bathroom, I get two washcloths, wetting them lightly. I clean my cock before stepping back into the bedroom.
“Here,” I say loudly, holding out one to Jacob.
Climbing back on the bed, I roll Dylan away from him, opening her legs and cleaning her next. When I’m done, I toss the rag on the floor. I’ll pick it up later and wrap it in a towel. Don’t want the housekeeper picking it up with her hands. I do have some respect.
Jacob sits up, pulling the blanket around him, covering his junk.
“Umm, why don’t we all get dressed for this conversation? We can order some breakfast.”
They both nod in agreement, taking their time getting off the bed. I step over to my abandoned clothes on the floor and put them back on. No need to shower since I’m putting on the same clothes and I kinda like the smell of sex lingering on my body.
Once dressed, I grab the phone and dial room service, ordering food and coffee.
“Okay, Pickle. Tell us what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours. Why don’t you want to face your futurestepbrother?” I can’t help but note his use of the word. I wonder if he’s thinking the same thing as me.
She sits across from Jacob and me, her head down and her hands on the tabletop as she picks at her cuticles. “Because of that; he’s my stepbrother, or he will be. He kissed me in front of everyone including the two of you.”
I can’t watch her suffer any longer.
“Kitty, he’s not your blood brother. I’ve seen the looks he’s given you and it’s definitely not brotherly.”
She looks up, her red-rimmed eyes staring intently at me, before shifting to Jacob.
“This is just too much. Just tell me I don’t have to go home yet.”
