The Perfect Gift

9. Rosie

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rosie

I immediately stiffened, which didn’t help Hawk and Greg out at all. Both of them groaned in protest as my inner walls tightened around them, their cocks pulsing inside of me.

I couldn’t help it. A third cock?! I wasn’t sure I would be able to do it.

“I’ve never taken three,” I whined.

“You will tonight, angel,” Ash said. “You’ve been thoroughly fucked in every hole tonight. I intend to stuff you one last time like the slut you are. Then, I have a little treat.”

A treat?

Was it bad that I immediately perked up at the thought of a treat?

Not that I had a choice anyways now.

I was helpless to the two lumberjacks. I was handcuffed, so I couldn’t use my hands for anything. I had two cocks inside me already, stretching me more than I’d ever had before. Pleasure rocked through me, my entire body a live hot wire.

Every breath made me want to orgasm. Every movement or moan sent me closer and closer to the edge. There was a pressure building inside of me and I was so close to coming, I wasn’t sure how long I would last.

Ash didn’t care.

Lube dropped onto my ass, followed by his fingers working it into me. One, two, and then three, until Greg and Hawk were writhing too.

“Fucking Christ,” Hawk growled. “I can feel your fingers.”

“You’re about to feel my cock too.”

A mix of nerves and anticipation rolled through me. I started to tense, but Ash slapped my ass with a growl.

“Don't tense,” he said.

“Please don’t,” Hawk groaned beneath me.

I raised my head to look up at him, holding his bright blue gaze. He was hanging on by a thread. I wasn’t sure Greg was any better off.

Ash was pushing us in every way possible.

I wanted this more than anything else. I’d never taken three cocks before, and while it made me nervous, I wanted the feeling of all three of them inside of me.

Greg gave a light push, his cock gliding against Hawk’s, drawing another grunt from me. Ash stepped over us, holding his hand against my back, lining the head of his cock up with my asshole. He took his time, making sure the lube was abundant, and slowly eased forward.

I let out a low hiss, my pussy and ass stretching to accommodate the three of them.

I never felt so stretched or full before.

Fuck. Oh god. It was so much. It didn’t matter that I’d already taken Ash there earlier, it was something else entirely while my pussy was stuffed with two other cocks.

“Ash,” Hawk moaned. “I’m gonna lose it.”

“Fuck her,” Ash grunted. “Fill her. You too, Greg. Fuck your wife like a good little cuck.”

They didn’t need to be told twice. I gasped as Hawk’s bulky arms wrapped around me and he thrust up hard, a scream tearing from my lips as the three of them started to fuck me in tandem, my body and mind pulled into a frenzied sexual stupor.

“Fuck,” Hawk growled. “Move faster, cuck.”

Greg thrusted faster, his cock moving against Hawk’s.

I’m so close. The pressure continued to build and build, my breaths turning to pants as they fucked me. A cry tore from my throat as my orgasm took hold, hot liquid gushing from me as I came.

“She squirted,” Greg moaned, fucking me harder.

“Merry Christmas to us,” Hawk said with one final thrust.

I melted against him as he came. Greg released a moan, following both of us, coming fast and hard. The two of them kept their cocks buried in me as they filled me.

Every muscle in my body was relaxed. I sucked in a breath as Ash kept pumping in and out, wondering how he could possibly last so long after the three of us had finished. My hand cuffs clicked and I realized he’d unlocked them for me, allowing my arms to fall around Hawk’s barrel chest.

“Fuck,” Ash gasped.

With one more driving thrust, he buried himself deep and started to come, panting as he pulled out, hot spurts landing on my lower back. I whimpered, vacant of any thoughts. I couldn’t even form a sentence at this point.

All I knew was I’d been thoroughly devoured and fucked the way I’d wanted for Christmas.

It was the perfect gift.

Ash stepped to the side and sank to the floor next to us with a grunt, stretching out. Greg and Hawk each pulled out of me, and then suddenly I was cradled between Hawk and Ash on the rug, the fire warming our languid bodies. Greg settled on the other side of Hawk with a happy sigh.

I reached over Hawk, finding Greg’s hand. He slid his fingers against mine, giving me a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“I love you,” I whispered. “All of you.”

“No, no,” Ash said. “No breaking our roles yet. You haven’t gotten your treat yet.”

I lifted my head, pulling my hand away from Greg, who snorted in response. “Treat?” I asked.

Ash opened one eye to look at me. He pointed at the couch.

I’d seen it earlier, but had completely forgotten about it.

The strap on.

I’d wanted to peg Greg for years.

Years.

And now…

“Yes,” I said immediately.

“If you have the energy,” Ash said.

“I will find the energy.”

One way or another. Even if my mouth, pussy, and ass were all sore, my muscles like Jello, and mind blanker than fresh snow.

“I need like five minutes before anything else happens,” Greg said.

“Five minutes,” I chimed.

“Long enough for me to force water on all of you,” Ash said.

I wrinkled my nose. Hawk sighed dramatically. “We already had some.”

Ash shook his head and sat up, his long hair curling down his muscled back. He gave us a lop-sided grin. “You will drink the water, or…”

“You can’t threaten me with anything, my cock is done for the night,” Hawk snorted.

“Well, there’s always tomorrow, darling.”

Hawk held up a middle finger, but then rolled to the side and sat up. “Water it is. And maybe whiskey while I watch Rosie peg Greg.”

Greg groaned. “You just like saying ‘peg Greg’.”

All of us grinned.

“I mean, it’s a nice rhyme,” I said.

He rolled over onto his back with a sigh. “You know I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

“Even let two strangers in to fuck your wife,” Ash said.

Hawk smirked as he stood up. He held out of hand for Ash, pulling him to his feet.

I licked my lips as I watched them go to the kitchen, admiring both of their bodies without an ounce of shame. They got us each a glass of water and poured a couple glasses of whiskey as well.

It was only a few moments of rest, but I took it, leaning against Greg. He kissed my forehead and let out a soft hum.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Throughly fucked,” I said. “Eager to peg you.”

He shook his head and relaxed against me. “Go easy on my poor ass.”

“Not a chance. We can stay in bed all day tomorrow.”

Hawk and Ash returned to the living room, each of them settling into the sofa next to each other.

I raised a brow at the two of them. “So you're just going to watch?” I asked.

Ashton gave me an amused smile as he took a sip of whiskey. “Yep. Drink your water like a good girl and then fuck your husband, Rosie.”

“Yes, sir.”

I did my best to drain my glass and then got to my feet, setting it on the coffee table. I then picked up the harness from the cushion, inspecting it.

I’d never worn one of these before. A wave of excitement rolled through me.

I’d done so many kinky things in the last few years, but for some reason, pegging Greg had never come up. It was kind of silly at this point, considering all we’d done together. But I loved that we were getting to experience something new.

Mostly, I loved that I was going to peg my husband.