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7. Rosie

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I gasped as I felt Greg’s tongue against my sensitive pussy. Every touch was amplified from the orgasms they’d given me and the pounding I’d taken, and his tongue was just another stimulation that stirred up pleasure.

I had to give it to my husband—he was a thorough man when he wanted to be.

My moan was lost to the lumberjack’s ass as I kept rimming him. I felt his rough hands cup my breasts, pushing them together so he could slide his cock between them, his moan mixing with the sounds of Greg’s tongue lapping up their cum.

All of my morals and inhibitions were lost to me now. If they told me to bark like a dog, I would. I’d do anything in order to have their cocks in me again, and that sort of submission had pulled me into a feral state of obedience.

Him fucking my tits made me feel good. It made me feel even better to know Ash’s moans were from my tongue rimming him, from the pleasure I was bringing him.

This was what I’d wanted this week. All the tireless work days, the countless hours of stress, and the distance I’d felt with Greg—I’d hoped this week would bring us closer together. Maybe my holiday wish had come true.

Maybe being fucked by two lumberjacks was exactly what we’d needed.

Ash thrust his hips, fucking my tits harder. He pinched one of my nipples, drawing a gasp from me.

Greg’s moan was drowned in my pussy, his fingers digging into my thighs. I felt his head shoved harder against me, a rough command quipped from Hawk.

Eat.

Not just lick. Not just a little taste. They were demanding he devour me, that he cherish me with his mouth, that he lick up every drop of their cum inside his wife.

My cunt felt properly used, but the feel of his tongue was starting to turn me on again. Occasionally, he’d suck on my clit, drawing a sharp gasp from me before he drove his tongue into me again.

“That’s a good cuck,” Hawk said. “Fuck. Take my cock. Yeah, that’s a good boy. Fuck, you’ve got a good fuck hole, don’t you? Nice and tight and in need of a real cock.”

The sweet one had such a dirty mouth. My ears perked up as I kept listening while focusing on pleasing Ash.

“Push your tongue in,” Ash grunted.

I obeyed him, prodding him, pushing it past the tight ring. This is one of the kinkiest things I’ve ever done.

I was eating him out while being eaten. A wave of joy washed over me, a bone-deep satisfaction I hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

“Fuck, yeah,” Hawk grunted. “His ass is taking me so well. Every —” Greg yelped, stiffening against me. “ Inch .”

“It’s one of the only things he’s good for,” Ash growled. “Cleaning up and being a fuck toy. A little cock sleeve.”

Hawk groaned, the bed squeaking. It began to move with his thrusts, the four of us groaning together as each of us saw to our lustful tasks. Ash rocked his hips, pumping his cock between my breasts as I fucked his ass with my tongue. Greg fucked my cunt with his tongue too, all while Hawk fucked him, the bed frame squeaking with each brutal thrust.

It was a menagerie of festive fucking. Pleasure rushed through me, my hips rocking against Greg’s face as he pushed his tongue deeper, in and out and in and out until I knew his jaw had to be sore. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t stop because he knew if he did, there would be consequences from both Ash and Hawk.

I’d been so pissed off at Greg for the last three days, but the way he was licking me, I was close to forgiving him for not kissing me.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Hawk moaned.

Ash made a strangled sound. I dug my nails into his thighs, burying my face completely between his rock hard cheeks, giving him the same enthusiasm my husband was showing between my legs.

“Fuck!” Ash roared, his body shaking.

Hot cum splattered against my skin, his hips jerking as he came all over me. Greg’s yell was lost between my thighs as Hawk groaned, the slap of their skin amplifying until Hawk gasped, making all sorts of lustful sounds as he came too.

Ash slid off me, collapsing to my side with a moan.

I licked my lips, laying my head against his shoulder. “Did I do good?”

“You’re perfect,” he rasped. “But you already know that, don’t you?”

I smiled. I did. For a moment, I let the mask drop, giving my husband a look of concern.

“Okay?” I asked.

Greg nodded, resting his head on my lower stomach. “Good. Intense.”

Hawk pulled out of him slowly and then ran his hands down Greg’s body, massaging his muscles for a second of tenderness.

But the night wasn’t over yet. And the four of us were clearly enjoying the charade too much to let it all end quite yet.

“I need a minute,” Ash said softly.

“I’ll take the cuck to the shower,” Hawk said.

Before Greg could protest, he was lifted like a princess. I stifled a giggle as Hawk carried him to the bathroom door. My eyes closed as I curled into Ash. We heard the shower flip on, followed by a couple of baritone chuckles.

I looked up at Ash, admiring him. The sharp angles of his face, the gleam of sweat along his skin that made him glow. His long blonde hair sprawled out around him.

He opened one eye, looking at me. His lips tugged into a smirk. “Can I help you?”

I smiled. “I’m just looking at you.”

“I know. I can feel it. Two pretty eyes on me, always watching like some little pervert.”

Being called a pervert by him sent a wave of heat through me.

His hand settled over my pussy and I immediately spread my legs for him. He yanked me closer to his hard body, two fingers circling my clit lazily.

“Ash,” I rasped.

“Shh,” he hushed. “Take it, angel.”

“I thought you needed a moment?—”

“I did, and now I want to make you come again. Then we’ll take a shower and continue with turning your husband into a cuck and you into our perfect gift.”

Yes, sir died on my lips as he circled faster and harder, rubbing my clit without mercy. I squealed, writhing against him helplessly, but he wasn’t letting me get away.

“Keep fighting me, angel, but it won’t help. I’m going to make you come and you’re going to take this, even if you don’t want it.”

My gasp was clipped by a scream as he kept going, driving me to the edge with a force I couldn’t resist. Pleasure careened through me, exploding as he moved his fingers faster, the roughness of his fingertips coupled with the intensity of his gaze?—

“I’m so close,” I cried.

I shouldn’t have been able to come again. I’d lost track already at this point of how many things we’d done this night already, my head spinning as I felt the mounting pressure.

“Just take it,” he growled. “Don’t fight it.”

I couldn’t fight this if I tried. The pleasure was too great, the rush too all encompassing. A squeal peeled from lips, my voice a hoarse cry as I arched against his hand, coming for him the way he commanded.

“Good,” he said softly. “You did so well for me.”

Praise from Ash washed over me like a cool running stream, invigorating every part of me. I breathed out, trembling beneath him as I rode out the waves of my orgasm. I collapsed, every muscle languid and my mind riding the euphoric high.

“Three days without even a kiss,” he chuckled. “Greg is so cruel.”

“He is,” I rasped in agreement.

Ash kissed my forehead and then scooped me up against him. He carried me to the large bathroom, our gazes falling on Hawk and Greg in the large shower. Glass walls fogged up with steam, but we could still see the shadows of their bodies. Soft moans intertwined with gasps and slaps of skin together.

“Where do you get the stamina?” I murmured.

“Chopping wood,” Ash teased.

He opened the shower door and let me down, the two of us fitting in with Hawk and Greg. My cheeks flushed at the sight of my husband pinned against the wall, his eyes dazed as Hawk thrusted in and out of him, all while milking his cock with his fist.

Ash pumped a few squirts of body wash into his palms and lathered them up, pushing me under the streaming hot water. I sighed happily, tipping my head back as I ran over my muscles, washing away everything.

He massaged my muscles as he washed me down. I couldn't help but smile as I listened to my husband get fucked by Hawk, the two of them taking their sweet time as Ash and I washed ourselves off.

Steam swirled around us, and I found myself grateful that the cabin had such a large shower. Perfect for four people, just like the giant bed.

Ash knotted his fingers in my hair, giving me a gentle tug as he took my place underneath the hot water. I wiped my eyes, seeing the streaks of mascara, and then looked up at him. I knew he loved it when my mascara ran.

With a groan, Hawk finished inside Greg, pulling out of him and letting his cum drip to the tiled floor. Greg let out a sigh, relaxing against the wall with heavy eyes, his cheeks flushed from the heat of the water and from being used.

“Get out of the shower,” Ash growled. “Go get on your knees in the living room and wait for us. Actually, get us each a glass of water, and then get on your knees.”

“Yes, sir,” he said.

He slid past me, our eyes locking for a moment. I saw a hint of amusement there and narrowed my eyes on him as he got out of the shower.

“You’re going to leave me with two strangers?” I called. “Just like that?”

Hawk snorted as he washed his body down with soap. “Are we still playing?”

I threw my hands up in mock frustration, but I couldn’t help but smile. It was getting harder and harder to keep role playing. This always fucking happened to us when we set up?—

Greg poked his head back in the shower. “Wait, so are we still playing?”

“Yes, Greg!” Ash yelled. “Get your naked cuck ass to the living room!”

“Yes, sir.”

He disappeared immediately. Hawk chuckled and stepped behind me, kissing the curve of my neck. My breath hitched as I leaned back against him.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Thoroughly fucked,” I sighed happily. “Used. Wanted.”

Ash flipped the water off. “Out with the two of you. Dry off and go to the living room, drink your water, and wait.”

“Yes, sir,” Hawk drawled, opening the door for us.

I shivered as we stepped out. He grabbed a fluffy towel and wrapped it around me before using another to dry my hair a little. I wrinkled my nose as he wrapped the towel around his waist, water droplets clinging to his dark chest hair.

He was unbelievably hot.

I swallowed hard, my eyes widening as I looked at him, drinking him in the way I had Ash. The two of them next to each other always made my heart skip a beat. It was like the moon and the sun standing in one room.

My gaze roamed over his broad chest and shoulders before flickering to Ashton as he stepped out of the shower.

He pitched a brow. “Keep looking at me like that, angel, and we won’t make it to the living room.”

I smiled and tightened the towel around me.

“I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” I said.

“That’s okay. You’ve got two lumberjacks who can carry you.”

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