The Perfect Gift

6. Ashton

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Rosie was in sub-space, which was a gift in itself.

My cock pumped in and out of her little ass, my entire body buzzing with pleasure. She felt so fucking good. I couldn’t get enough of her. My blood roared with desire, every nerve, muscle, and ounce of my soul screaming to fuck her. To breed her.

Hawk’s cock was still in her mouth, her throat occasionally constricting as she swallowed. I could see the veins along his shaft straining, his balls heavy. I wasn’t sure where he got the fucking patience, because I sure as hell didn’t have it.

Her head rested against his thigh, her fingers intertwined in the blankets as she took my cock. Our skin slapped together as I fucked her harder.

Greg’s groaning behind us grew louder. He moaned like a little bitch, the pathetic cuck he was. Probably trying to hump the air with his stupid cock, watching us breed his wife.

Fuck. She was turning me into a beast .

I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her off Hawk. She squeaked as I held onto her, changing positions while my cock was still inside her.

“I want to look at him while I fuck her,” I grunted to Hawk.

He nodded, making room for me as I turned her face towards Greg. Greg strained against the tape and lights, but then froze when Hawk and I looked at him.

“Keep doing that and I chop your cock off with my ax,” I threatened.

Greg went very, very still.

Hawk grabbed a pillow and slid it under her hips like a gentleman, always the sweet one between the two of us. My breath hitched as he knelt behind me, running his hands up my body as I started to plow into her again.

His calluses made me shiver. “Fuck, Hawk,” I groaned. “Stop distracting me.”

“No.” He kissed the curve of my neck, his beard sending more trembles through me. My eyes closed as the pleasure of fucking Rosie and the pleasure of his touch danced together, rough and smooth, sweet and harsh?—

Rosie gasped, her ass pushing back to meet each thrust. Our bodies melded as she raised her gaze to her husband.

He watched the three of us with helpless fury. The Christmas lights made me grin, but that grin faltered as Hawk knotted his fingers in my long hair and gave me a tug the way I loved.

Fuck. Between the two of us, I was more dominant. When he did this—when he touched me like this—it was done from a place of submission, a rare show of it from a man I’d seen split countless trees with a mere swing of his ax.

He was stronger than a damn bear, but knew how to use that strength to be gentle.

And to pull hair.

And to fuck like a god.

“God damn it,” I growled. “Where are the condoms?”

He smiled against my neck. “I’ll find them.”

Rosie whimpered as Hawk got off the bed. I was so fucking close to coming inside her, but I wanted to wait until Hawk rejoined us, so…

I stopped thrusting.

“What’s wrong?” Rosie panted.

“Don’t move a fucking muscle,” I whispered. “We’re waiting for Hawk to find the condoms.”

She flexed the muscles of her inner walls, milking me. Fuck. I swatted her ass with a growl.

“ Rosie .”

A soft giggle left her and she tossed me a coy smile over her shoulder. “What? You can’t last that long, Ash?”

Fucking hell, I was going to crack. I grabbed her hips and leaned down, growling in her ear. “Keep talking shit, and I’ll throw your ass out in the snow.”

She flexed her damn cunt again, over and over, milking me like a damn brat.

I pulled out of her, enjoying her cry as I rolled her over onto her back, wrapping my hand around her throat. Her nipples hardened, her lips still holding a red smeared smirk, even as I thrust back into her ass again. Hawk’s cum dripped out of her, mixing with the lube as I fucked her, squeezing the sides of her neck enough to steal her breath.

“Fucking brat,” I growled. “Your wife is a whore, Greg. She likes to be fucked like one.”

My nostrils flared as I looked up at him. His face was flushed, his eyes burning with a mix of lust and hate. I could see a cum spot on his pants and smiled, taking the degradation a step further.

“Your husband is such a cuck, little Rosie,” I said. “He came watching you get fucked by two strangers. This must be a dream come true for him, huh? Knowing you’re finally getting satisfied.”

Every little sound from her mouth was twisted with a ragged breath, her eyes on me.

“Find the damn condoms, Hawk,” I growled. “I’m about to fill her.”

Hawk stepped over to Greg, grabbing his jaw. “Did you forget those too?”

His eyes widened. “Maybe.”

“You useless fuck,” I snarled. “ Fuck .”

“Pull out and wait,” Hawk said. “Unless my cock is just staying in assholes the rest of the night.”

“I’m not pulling out!” I yelled. I was too damn close.

A soft, crazed giggle escaped Rosie and I released her throat, crushing her laughs with my mouth. She moaned, parting for my tongue, swallowing me down as I fucked her, riding her sweet ass straight to the edge.

She sank her teeth into my bottom lip and the pain went straight to my cock. I grunted, the taste of blood bright on my tongue. With one final thrust to the hilt, I came hard, filling her with every drop I’d been saving since the moment she’d swallowed me down in the kitchen.

“Fuck,” I rasped.

Rosie leaned up and sucked on my bottom lip.

“You’re something else,” I snorted, kissing her hard again.

“Don’t go getting soft on me,” she mumbled, reminding me of where we were, and what we were doing together.

“I found the condoms,” Hawk announced.

“Great. Slap one on and fuck Greg while he cleans our girl up.” I slowly pulled out of Rosie and then grabbed her thighs, pushing them back until her ass was up in the air.

“What are you doing?!” she squeaked.

“Giving your husband a Christmas cream pie,” I said.

I held her in place, enjoying the way she squirmed as Hawk ripped open a condom and rolled it over his cock. He licked his lips and stepped behind the chair, grabbing Greg's hair and yanking his head back.

“I’m going to untie you,” he said. “And if you try to run, you won't see the sunrise. Yes?”

Greg nodded eagerly. “Yes,” he asked.

“Good boy.”

I scoffed. “No, no,” I snapped. “Don't you dare praise him. He doesn't get any sort of good boy or good man or anything of the sorts. He forgot the lube. He's a worthless piece of shit married to one of the most beautiful women in the world, and he's squandering all his luck away by not using her the way she deserves.”

“You have a point,” Hawk agreed.

Greg whimpered, his attention sliding over to his wife. Hawk leaned past him, snatching up my knife from the floor and using the blade to cut off the duct tape around Greg's wrist and ankles. He immediately flexed his hands and feet, staying still as Hawk started to unbind the Christmas lights.

The moment he was free, both of us were ready for him to run. Part of me wanted him to run. The thought of chasing him down, dragging him back to this bedroom, and fucking him hard as a punishment sent a silent thrill through me. I liked to chase. If there wasn’t a snowstorm outside, then I’d take him out there anyway.

Greg breathed out slowly and then slid to his knees on the floor. He met my gaze, waiting for his next command.

Hawk smirked. “See? He can be good.”

“He’s a fucking pathetic piece of shit,” I said. “Are you gonna clean up the mess we made inside your wife?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” I asked.

“Yes, sir?”

I nodded, liking the sound of that. I was in the holiday spirit, being generous by allowing him to even address me.

Hawk gave his cheek a light slap. “Get up on the bed.”

Greg got to his feet, and bent over the bed, his ass presented to Hawk. I lifted Rosie with ease, repositioning her so her ass and pussy were right there for Greg to lick up.

“Fuck,” she rasped. “I can feel it all.”

I smiled. “Yeah, angel, we filled you up real good.”

Greg was still dressed in his suit. The front was covered in a stain from him coming, his muscles shivering as Hawk grabbed hold of his tie.

“Stay still,” Hawk chided.

He went still, closing his eyes as Hawk began to use the knife to cut his tie away. He then yanked off his suit jacket, throwing it to the floor. The knife dragged down the front of his shirt before he grabbed a fistful, popping the shirt buttons with the blade. Beads of sweat formed on Greg’s forehead from the threat of being cut to ribbons.

Hawk was rough with him, occasionally slapping his cheek, murmuring about how useless he was. I chuckled, my cock stirring at the sight.

“Your husband is useless,” I told Rosie.

I had her head right below me now. My cock glistened, still slick from my cum. I cupped her breasts, teasing them as I waited for Hawk to finish stripping Greg.

The Christmas lights cast an array of colors over the floor, glittering in the room. Greg finally stood naked before us, too fit and handsome for such a pathetic man.

I grabbed Rosie’s fishnet wrapped calves and pulled them back towards her shoulders, her pussy and ass right there for her husband to devour. I adjusted my position and knelt over her face, my cock nestling between her breasts, my ass right over her mouth.

God, she didn’t even hesitate. Her tongue rimmed my ass, a bolt of pleasure rushing through me.

“That’s right, angel,” I huffed. “ Fuck .”

She was the perfect Christmas present. There wasn’t another woman in the world I wanted more than Rosie. My eyes closed as I reveled in the sensations, my thoughts short circuiting because fuck this felt good. How was I supposed to tell Greg what to do when her tongue was on my ass, my cock between her tits, and she was making me feel so good ?

“Keep going,” I huffed. “Greg, I want you to eat your wife out like it’s the last meal you’ll ever get.”

“ Yes, sir. ”