Page 28 of Cookies and Control

It’s darker than my fantasies. It breaks me. My body convulses as my climax rips through me. Rocky holds me up, but my head drops. My cheek brushes the spray whip.

Bull fists my hair. “Suck it, bitch.”

I open wide, stretching my lips around his shaft while Rocky works me through the waves of pleasure.

Sweet cream coats my tastebuds while hints of Bull’s pre-cum add a tasty pairing. I can barely stay focused as Bull works my mouth up and down on his shaft.

They drive me straight through the euphoria, building another orgasm in its wake.

“I love you, Betsy. Merry Christmas.” Bull eases his pace, and I hum an incoherent reply on his shaft. My heart is so full, it’s hard to believe this is real.

Bull’s pace hitches, falling out of sync with Rocky. “This slut’s too hungry. She’s swallowing my co—” A garbled sound crushes the rest of Bull’s words as his body stiffens, his salty release fills my mouth, and I take over my motions because he loses control.

It’s real, all right. The good kind of real.

I’m sucking and working my tongue as best I can for not having practice. I swallow but can’t keep up as my own orgasm is teetering on the point of no return.

His seed dribbles down my chin then I fall apart, choking and gagging on his still-hard shaft.

My body bucks and bright light consumes me for a second, followed by darkness.

“Oh fuck, no!” Bull carefully pushes me off of him, jumps off the counter, and dabs my face with a rag. “Hurry, it’s Mom. She didn’t get out of the car yet.”

Rocky freezes with his cock inside of me. I lean over to see. It’s not a joke. Luckily, with the height of her old Cadillac compared to the kiosk window, she can’t see much.

Bull finds the switch for the fairy lights, shuts them off, and positions himself between us and the window while he pulls his clothes on.

Rocky growls, “She stole enough from me. She’s not stealing this.” He thrusts into me.

I could object. I could promise we’ll resume later. But I agree. We’ve waited long enough. Grabbing the back of Bull’s shirt, I angle myself to bury my face in his back.

Rocky follows my lead, shifting us so my weight presses into Bull as he slams into me.

“Mom’s grabbing her purse,” Bull warns. He reaches backward and caresses my arm. “Alright, Rocky, show this little slut how much you love her or you’re going to have to wait.”

Rocky grabs my hips, pumping hard as his cock swells. He’s filling me, stretching me, using me. Exactly what I’ve dreamed of. What I need. And there’s no faking anything.

Except maybe Bull trying to play it cool as he squeezes my arm.

With a cry, I surrender.

Rocky pistons and says, “I love you, Betsy. Merry Christmas.” His warmth sprays into me, reminding me about the baby that’s already there. Shoot! We still haven’t told Bull.

“Hate to rush this, but pull yourselves together, she’s getting out, and she doesn’t look happy,” Bull says.

Rocky slides out of me and shucks my dress down as I right myself.

“I have something that might make her happy.” I peek around Bull, doing my best to ignore how much cum is sliding down my legs.

Bull smiles at me but says, “I seriously doubt that.”

“She’s going to be a grandmother again.”

Bull’s gaze darts from me to his mom and back again.

Rocky busts out laughing.

Bull asks, “Wait. Are you pregnant?”

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