isPc
isPad
isPhone
The Perfect Gift 10. Rosie 91%
Library Sign in

10. Rosie

“This is the best Christmas.”

Giddiness fluttered in my chest as I stepped into the harness. At some point, most of the fishnet stockings had fallen away, but there were still a few strips that clung to my thighs and calves. I decided to leave them for now, enjoying the feeling of being their slut.

My muscles were sore. My body was ready to either be in the hot tub or bed.

But nothing was going to stop me in this moment.

I picked up the dildo and couldn’t help but make a face.

It was big. And heavy. And bright green like a damn Christmas tree.

I struggled to get the dildo through the harness, but after a few minutes, I got everything secured and…

The power went straight to my head.

Greg’s eyes were wide as I turned to face him, Ash, and Hawk. “I feel like a god,” I said.

Hawk nearly spat out his whiskey. A dark laugh bubbled up. “You look sexy and…”

“I’m frightened and aroused,” Greg admitted, his cheeks red.

“I think that’s a healthy way to feel about your wife,” Ash said.

“Agreed,” Hawk snickered.

“Does this mean I get to peg both of you too?” I asked.

“Nope,” they both immediately said.

“Actually, maybe Hawk,” Ash countered.

“Hey,” he grumbled. “Let’s start with Greg.”

I grabbed the bottle of lube, holding it up to see how much was left.

Between the four of us, we've gone through a significant amount.

Greg grabbed a pillow for the floor, kneeling on it before looking back at me, raising a dark brow.

I smiled at him. Out of all the things we could've done this week, I couldn't think of any other way I would rather spend it. Exploring our fantasies, exploring our kinks. It was what I wanted more than anything else.

And I’d gotten it with three of the hottest men I've ever met in my life, husband included.

His ass faced me as he bent down on all fours, bracing his weight on his hands. I knelt down behind him, running my hands over his muscles, noting the random bruises and marks that covered us both.

I leaned down, kissing him gently along his back, dragging my tongue down his spine. He shivered, a soft moan leaving him as I kissed all the way down to his ass.

I dug my nails into one of his cheeks, kissing him before burying my teeth into his skin like a vampire. He gasped as I bit him, a muffled curse following.

“ Fuck .”

I knew he liked the pain though. I reached between his spread legs, gripping his cock and stroking him slowly, as I continued to kiss and bite.

He began to harden in my grip, not standing a chance against my touch. We’d been together long enough, I knew exactly how to turn him on. The pain mixed with pleasure was enough to do it within moments.

A wave of satisfaction rushed over me. “Keep stroking yourself,” I whispered.

“Yes, angel.”

A sound of approval came from Ash. “Mmm.”

It stroked my ego. I licked my lips as I sat back on my heels, opening the bottle of lube. I applied a generous amount on the dildo, rubbing it up and down before doing the same to his ass.

“Hawk got you ready for this,” I said, pleased by how easily he was taking me.

“He did,” Greg panted. “Fuck, Rosie.”

When I felt like he was thoroughly ready to take the cock, I guided the head to his asshole, enjoying the soft sounds he made. A burst of energy bolted through me, my muscles tensing as I slowly ease forward, taking my husband inch by inch.

There was nothing better than a whimpering man. Well, perhaps there was, but at the moment—I couldn’t think of anything else. I grabbed hold of his hips and thrust forward, the two of us crying out together. I dragged the dildo back slowly, not wanting to hurt him, but he tossed me a challenging glance over his shoulder.

“I’ve been railed by a horny lumberjack today, angel, you’re not going to hurt me.”

He had a point.

“Give him all you got,” Ash encouraged.

“Yeah, angel,” Hawk said. “Give us a good show.”

I wasn’t doing this for either one of them. Or, maybe I was. Maybe it was for all of us.

All I knew was that my hips started to thrust, and all of my attention zeroed in on the way Greg took me, the way the dildo pumped in and out of him. His back muscles tensed, rippling as he braced himself, his gasps timed with every motion.

Fuck. This is so hot. Oh my god, I’m pegging him!

Now what?!

My hips kept moving in a brutal rhythm, my abs starting to burn.

“Fuck,” I mumbled, holding onto his hips.

It was Christmas Eve, and I was finally getting to peg Greg, and I certainly wasn't going to give up so easily. I'd make this last as long as I possibly could.

Hawk and Ash both snickered. I shot them the middle finger and then kept taking Greg, fucking him the way I’d been fucked in the last few hours.

“This is hard work,” I grunted. Jesus Christ, my fucking thighs? My abs? My ? —

“I’m getting close again,” he moaned. “Keep going.”

“Where are your manners?” Ash taunted.

“Please, angel. Please keep fucking me. Please,” Greg whimpered.

All I could do was nod. I was starting to get out of breath. I kept up the same rhythm, even as my muscles threatened to cramp, determined to fuck him the same way I wanted to be fucked.

“Oh god,” I mumbled.

I felt the weight of Hawk and Ash’s gazes on me as I leaned over Greg, moaning as I pumped into him.

“Come,” I gasped. “Come for me.”

“Yes, angel.”

Greg pushed back as I gave one final thrust, and then he moaned as he came once more, his orgasm shaking him. He collapsed beneath me against the floor, the dildo still buried inside of him, the two of us a complete mess.

Ash and Hawk both clapped.

“Well done,” Ash praised, which was rare coming from him. “We finally fucking did it.”

“Barely,” Greg moaned.

I grinned as I slowly pulled out of him and then rolled onto my back, dildo pointing straight towards the ceiling.

“I nearly broke,” Hawk said.

“You did break,” Ash snorted. “But we got back on track.”

I raised my head, looking at the three of them. “Do you know how hard it is to not scream when you realize your boyfriends are out in a snowstorm?”

“Well, you played the part of a resistant wife well,” Ash said, smirking. “And Greg, you really make a good stupid husband.”

“Because I am one,” he sighed happily.

I leaned over and kissed him hard on the mouth. “Merry Christmas, my darling cuck.”

Chapter List
Display Options
Background
Size
A-