The Perfect Gift

5. Rosie

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rosie

Lipstick smeared Hawk’s cock as I pulled back, groaning as I looked up at my husband. His cheeks were red, his gaze pinned on the three of us.

I had a sexy lumberjack on each side of me, their cocks hard. My pussy was wet and facing my husband, my body naked except for the fishnets and heels.

Ash reached down and pinched my nipple, drawing a sharp cry. The moment my mouth opened, Hawk shoved his cock back in, holding my head as he used me, thrusting in. Out. In. Out. I couldn't remember the last time I’d been used like this, but it was everything I wanted.

“Good girl,” Hawk huffed.

“Stop praising her,” Ash protested.

Hawk chuckled and pumped faster, a groan leaving him. My eyes rolled back as he took control, my fingers working my cunt, pleasure rippling through me.

A hand suddenly grabbed my wrist, tearing my hand away from my pussy. I groaned in protest as it was brought to Ash’s cock, closing my fingers around the base. I stroked him as I sucked Hawk, working them both.

Be a good girl, and they’ll let me come.

I felt Greg’s gaze on my pussy as I pleasured Hawk and Ashton. I focused on my task, my head spiraling further and further into a daze.

A sharp slap on my pussy pulled me right back.

Hawk yanked out of my mouth, letting me yelp as Ashton slapped my pussy again. The sharp pain heightened the pleasure, my cries growing louder. Slap, slap, slap.

“Fuck!” I yelled.

“Such a dirty mouth,” Ash said. “Fuck her dirty mouth, Hawk. Now.”

Hawk grunted and guided his dripping cock between my lips. “If you bite, there will be consequences.”

He thrust hard in the same moment Ashton slapped my pussy repeatedly. My squeal turned into a moan as cock filled my throat again, my hips thrusting, attempting to twist away from the pussy slaps. They weren’t having any of that though, and soon their strong rough hands clamped down on my body, holding me in place, forcing me to take the pleasure and pain they were giving me.

“Our little fuck toy needs to get filled,” Ash growled.

Hawk pulled back, stroking his cock. “I want her.”

“Take her pussy, save her ass for me.”

He nodded. I fell back against the mattress with a moan, the bed shifting as Hawk kicked off his jeans. He knelt down between my spread thighs, looping a finger in the black netting of my tights.

“Fuck,” he mumbled. “Look at how gorgeous this cunt is. Too good for your husband, that’s for sure.”

“No,” Greg moaned. “Don’t fuck her. Please don’t!”

“She wants it,” Ash purred. “Doesn’t she? Tell him, Rosie. Tell him this is all you want for Christmas.”

“This... this is…” I trailed off, my brain short circuiting.

Ashton ran his hands up my body, cupping my breast and teasing them. I whimpered as he moved, kneeling above my head, his cock hovering above my face.

“Tell your husband all you want for Christmas is our cocks,” Ash demanded. “Tell him.”

“All I want for Christmas is their cocks,” I rasped.

Hawk nestled his cock against the seam of my pussy, dripping his pre-cum on me.

“Again,” Ash growled. “Say it again, Rosie.”

“All I want for Christmas is their cocks.” My pulse raced as Ashton slapped my cheek with his cock, twisting my nipples.

“Ah-ah!” I screamed. “Oh god?—”

Hawk shoved my knees back to my shoulders and thrust into me. I screamed as he groaned, his cock spearing me. It was larger than anything I’d ever taken before. Even some of the toys I owned didn’t feel like this. He went still, giving me a few moments to adjust around him as the pad of his thumb circled my clit.

“Fuck,” I whimpered. “Fuck. I’m so close. Stop edging me!”

Hawk laughed, a baritone, warm sound that filled me with pleasure. “No, baby, we’re not gonna stop.”

He removed his thumb and pulled his cock back. I moaned as he thrust in, taking me deeper, filling every inch of me.

Ash leaned forward and slapped my pussy again. My screams grew louder as they found a brutal rhythm, every thrust coupled with a spanking that had me falling for the edge. I panted and yelled, my voice growing hoarse as I lost myself to the two of them.

“Please,” I begged. “Please let me come. Please. It’s all I want. All I want are your cocks, please, please, please ?—”

“Come,” Ash demanded. “Come on another man’s cock, angel. Come for us .”

His breathy command shot straight through me. I arched as my orgasm took over, all thoughts disappearing as my body responded to the pleasure pounding through every muscle. I shook beneath them, my fingers gripping the blankets.

“Fuck,” Hawk moaned. “I can’t hold out.”

“Fill her up,” Ash grunted.

I melted beneath him, on cloud nine as Hawk gave a few more strokes and then drove in deep, hot cum erupting inside me. A soft sigh of relief left me, the feeling of being bred by him all too satisfying.

Ash moved back and then leaned down, brushing his lips over mine. Our kiss deepened as I gave in, our tongues wrangling as Hawk grunted, his cock still hot inside me.

“Good,” Ash murmured, kissing me again before sitting back. “Show him.”

Hawk and I moaned as he pulled out of me. He moved to the side and shoved my thighs apart, his cum dripping out of me.

Greg’s eyes widened.

“Look at her,” Hawk said, his voice gruff. “This is how you’re supposed to breed your wife.”

“But don’t worry,” Ash chuckled. “We have so much more to give her. By the time you get her back, she won’t need your cock at all.”

I held my husband’s gaze for a moment, reveling in how speechless he was.

“Tell him what you want, angel,” Ash murmured.

“I want them to breed me again,” I rasped. “All night. I want them inside me, not you.”

“Good girl,” Hawk praised. “Turn over on all fours.”

I groaned as I rolled over, his cum dripping down my thighs. I got onto all fours and looked back over my shoulder at my husband again, holding his gaze as Ash got up off the bed.

Hawk shifted positions and slid in front of me, propping himself up with the pillows. His cock lay against his muscled thigh, the veins thick and glistening with our cum. I leaned down, dragging my tongue over one of his balls, sucking him gently into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

I could feel Ash’s gaze on me as he spoke. “Keep sucking his balls, angel, I’m going to find some lube. Where’s the lube, Greg? I want to fuck your wife’s ass.”

“Uh—it’s—uh?—”

“Speak up.”

I kept sucking Hawk obediently as I listened to Ash and Greg’s exchange.

“It’s…”

“Where is the lube?” Ash growled.

I paused in my sucking and looked back at them, narrowing my eyes on Greg. “Did you not bring lube? After promising me a week of fucking?”

He squirmed in his chair. “I…”

“I have some in my bag,” I snapped. “With my vibrator.”

Ash made a tsking sound. “This fucker. Sorry you married him, angel, he can’t even pack lube. What kind of husband does that?”

Greg opened his mouth to speak, but Hawk snapped his fingers. “Shut up, Greg.”

His lips closed, and he gave me an apologetic wince. That only pissed me off more.

Hawk chuckled and gently took my chin, bringing my attention to him. “I’m angry for you, angel. It’s Christmas Eve. He took you to a cabin in the woods, promised to fuck you senseless, and forgot the lube.”

“I always have to do everything,” I mumbled.

“Not when you’re with us,” Hawk said gently.

“Nope,” Ash said. “When you're with us, all your hard work will be rewarded. Unlike Greg, who’s a fucking idiot.”

I nodded, closing my hands around the base of Hawk’s cock. He whimpered as I started to stroke him, his shaft hardening in my grip as I lowered my lips to his balls again. I licked and sucked, pleasing him as Ash shuffled around the room.

“Found it,” Ash said.

The bed rocked as he knelt behind me, the lid of the lube bottle flipping open. I licked my lips and then looked back at him, my heart hammering at the sight of him. He looked like a viking god, his cock hard as steel and ready to take me. His bun had come unraveled at some point and his long blond hair fell in waves around his broad shoulders. His eyes darkened as he licked his lips.

“Normally I’d clean you up first, but that’ll be a job for Greg,” he said.

“The only thing he’s good for, really,” Hawk chuckled.

Ash grinned as he poured lube on me. I squeaked from the coolness of the gel, but he used his fingertips to work it in, warming me up. I released a slow breath, closing my eyes as I forced my muscles to relax.

Otherwise, there was no way he’d make it fit.

“Fuck,” he mumbled. “You’re so fucking tight. Relax.”

“I’m trying,” I grunted.

Hawk chuckled. “She’s doing her best, Ash. Look at her.”

“Mmhm. She needs to do better.”

“Open your mouth,” Hawk said.

I did what he asked and he pushed his cock between my lips, shoving into my mouth. I started to bob my head, but his hand settled on me, holding me in place.

“Stay,” he said. “Relax. Just keep my cock in your mouth.”

A muffled moan left me as I did as he asked. It was like a cock pacifier, and damned if I didn’t sense every muscle in my body relaxing.

Ash’s chuckle echoed from behind me as he pushed two fingers into my ass. I moaned louder, feeling my muscles stretch. He took his time, adding more lube until he was able to pump them in and out of me with ease.

The taste of Hawk’s cock soothed me. I whimpered, constricting my mouth in a sucking motion as I took him deeper, holding him there. His rough fingers gripped my hair, keeping me still as Ash pulled his fingers free, replacing them with the head of his lubed cock.

“Breathe through your nose,” Hawk instructed.

He sounded so gentle for someone who had my throat full of his entire cock. I breathed in slowly, my eyes closing as Ash thrust forward.

Fuck. Fuck, he’s too big.

“Relax,” Hawk murmured.

I did the best I could for both of them. I sucked him again, dragging in a breath as Ash eased forward, filling me further. My moan resonated around us, every breath full of Hawk’s woodsy scent, the feeling of being stretched turning me on.

Waves of fresh need curled through my body, gripping me with the same hunger Ash and Hawk had for me.

“Does Greg ever fuck you here?” Ash grunted.

I shook my head slightly. Hawk’s cock lurched in my mouth, growing harder.

“Fuck me,” Ash muttered, pumping harder. “She’s so goddamn tight. Fuck. Fuck. God, Greg, you’re one lucky son of a bitch.”

A squeal was stifled as he fucked me harder, his gentleness melting away. Every thrust reverberated through my marrow, my eyes closing as my mind spun to a place of pleasure and submission.

I belong to them. The thought ran through my mind repeatedly, a mantra of masochism.

“Such a good girl,” Hawk praised.

“She’s a fucking whore,” Ash growled, emphasizing his words by slapping my ass.

“God, she’s sucking my cock so well. Doing exactly what we want and need.”

“She’s cheating on her husband. Getting fucked by two men who want to pass her back and forth like the little Christmas toy she is.”

I was so fucking wet. Their praise and degradation bounced back and forth. I belong to them. I belong to them.