“Well, sorry.” He slides in deeper and pauses there. “But I’m going to draw this out before Jack gets his turn.”
I hear Jack grumbling as Arthur reels his hips back, then pushes in agonizingly slow. He feels so good, so pristine, that I’m clutching him tight as he gives me more, and then a little more, when all I need is to be filled.
“Arthur,” I whisper, clinging on with all my might. “Please, I need you.”
He lets out a bleat and sinks in up to his balls. I feel them, furry and soft, against my ass as he settles there, seated right where he belongs.
Arthur is panting, and that’s when I realize that holding himself back is taxing him. He’s wound up tight but keeping his hand on the reins. I like that I turn him on so much, that he wants nothing more than to plow me like a fresh field, but he’s going easy on me.
“Don’t know how long I’m going to survive this,” Arthur says with an uncertain chuckle, his abs flexing as he draws back and then glides in, returning to that spot where he fits so perfectly
“Well, if you can’t hold out,” says Jack, “you know I’ll finish the job.”
Arthur smirks as he languidly has his way with me. “I bet that would make you extra needy for his cock, wouldn’t it, Bree?”
He slows his pace and reaches down to pet my clit, which sends a shockwave through me. His eyes clench when I do, and he grits his teeth. He thrusts through it, each movement pointed and intentional. But his breathing is growing more ragged, and then his eyes suddenly fly wide.
He literally makes an O face as he comes, his mouth dropping open, his brows going high on his forehead. His cock swells thicker as he buckles forward, thrusting hard once more, his whole body shaking.
I giggle to myself. Arthur really does lack self-control.
I’m much warmer inside now, and I imagine his cum coating me thoroughly. Which, of course, makes me wriggle with how horny I still am. Arthur moans pathetically as I squeeze him, and he twitches inside me.
Nearby, Jack clears his throat. We both glance up to find him sitting against the pillows, stroking himself, a bead of white pre-cum coating his tip. Just the sight of it makes all my muscles tense, and Arthur bites his lip.
“Thank you,” he says to me, leaning down a few inches more to kiss me on the lips.
When he withdraws, cum gushes out. I’m always surprised at how much these satyrs can make. I whimper at the absence of him, right when I was getting so close to my own orgasm, but Jack’s hand lands on my thigh and squeezes.
“Don’t worry,” he says, his brows low as he licks along the seam of his lips. “I’ll take you the rest of the way.”
Twenty-One
Jack
My hunger is immense, almost overwhelming. It grew and grew as I watched Arthur and Bree together, his slick cock shuttling in and out of her, and now it’s a beast inside me ready to pounce.
Never have I craved a woman like this one. Even Marilee, as tied up as my emotions were in her, didn’t turn me into an animal in such a way. My cock is drooling, more than ready to revisit just how wonderful Bree felt the first time I had the opportunity of being inside her.
I’m going to take her in many different ways while I make her scream. She’ll be a puddle of woman by the time it’s Bennett’s turn, I’m committed to it.
I need to show Bree what she’s come to mean to me. She has to believe in me if she’s going to want any more with us. And I think I want more with her.
Which starts here and now with putting a fawn in her belly.
Instantly my body heats. That’s right, I’m going to fuck her and then fill her up, and hope my swimmer is the one that makes it. Yes, I think that would be perfect, if that was my fawn growing inside her.
With Arthur out of the way, now flopped on his side as he gasps for air, there’s an empty place between Bree’s thighs with my name on it.
“How do you want me?” she asks, shifting as if to roll over. But I crave her like this, spread out on the bed in front of me and gazing up into my eyes.
For now, anyway. There are going to be other positions, too.
“I want you just like you are,” I say, holding her in place as I spread her thighs around my hips, then hike up her thigh. Bree inhales sharply as I wrap my other hand around my dick. “Are you ready?”
She nods rapidly, her green eyes huge. Her round cheeks are sweetly pink, too—just the ideal specimen in every way. Her breasts heave with each of her breaths as I guide myself down to where Arthur’s cum is dripping out of her open pussy. The sight of her pink folds, all swollen and leaking, makes me groan.
“I need to be inside you,” I tell her, surprised at the harshness in my own voice. “Right now.”
