Page 119 of Not A Whisper

“Sh, don’t say it,” Jason snaps, his voice twisted in pain. “Or I might cum before I’m buried deep in your delightfully wet pussy.”

Grant pads over, watching us with heavily hooded eyes. He stops in front of us and smiles. The expression is slightly bemused.

“You know,Ididn’t realize how much you wanted kids, Jay.”

Jason eyes him, a lazy smile hanging from his lips as he pulls away from my breast. “Guess you never asked either.”

Grant hums thoughtfully. “I’ll make sure you get as many as you want.”

Grant surprises me by reaching out to grab a handful of Jason’s curls to jerk back his head before swooping down tocapture Jason’s mouth. Jason groans loudly at the same time I do. A hard shiver rocks my whole body, and for a second, I think I might fall apart on Jason’s fingers just watching them.

I grind against Jason’s hand, chasing the need to cum with desperation. At the same time, I reach out and tug down the zipper to Grant’s jeans. My thumb brushes over the tattooed words “Briella’s Husband” lightly before reaching into his pants to grab his hardening dick. The two of them break apart, breathing heavily. At the same time, Grant pulls his hips back effectively pulling his dick free of my hand. He looks down at me, his expression full of contempt… kind of. His eyes flash with amusement and hunger. The warmth in them is a stark contrast to the cool look of indifference.

“Does my doll want to play?”

I nod, the heat in my veins choking me with its intensity. God, I need to cum so badly, it’s no longer funny.

“Ask me then,” Grant snaps. “Ask to touch and play with my cock. I’m busy, dollface. I didn’t come up here to play.”

Excitement fills my veins. He wants me to beg? I can beg. I can be his good doll. Licking my lips to wet them, my eyes shift from his face to his dick, then back up to his face.

“Please, Grant. Play with me. I need you and Jason.”

Grant reaches down and strokes himself as he grows harder. Jason’s fingers slow, teasing me with their soft, unhurried caresses. My body trembles now. Arousal has soaked through my panties and is now drenching the crotch of my pants. If we don’t hurry, I might combust.

“You do? It doesn’t sound like it. Why do you need us?”

“I need you both to fill me up. I’m starving for you.” I hold his gaze as I suck in a deep breath. There’s a word I’ve been hesitant to use, one that’s been sitting in the back of my throat. Over the course of the week, it’s grown heavier, nearly choking me. All it wants is to be let out. To roll off my tongue andbe thrown out into the universe. I suppose now's as good of a time as ever. “I need myhusbands.”

Both Jason and Grant both make a strangled sound, the latter flinching before his face twists with pain, longing, and delight.

“Damn it, dollface,” he growls through clenched teeth. “Fuck. Fine, suck my dick like the perfect little doll… no, the perfect littlewifethat you are.”

At my grin, Grant lets out a shaky laugh. But as I lean toward his jutting erection, he pulls away.

“Onlyif you allow Jason to cum inside that sweet cunt of yours.”

I grin, happy to oblige withthatrequest. I reach down to free Jason’s dick from his pants as he pulls his hands out of mine, but he grabs my wrist to stop me. My eyes jump to his face. His hazel ones sparkle.

“Turn around,” he orders.

With a frustrated growl, I do as requested. While I stand, I shimmy off my leggings and underwear, discarding them off to the side. Jason pulls his dick free. Eagerly, I lower myself onto him. We both let out breathy moans as my body stretches and sinks onto him. My arousal makes the motion easy. When I’m fully seated on Jason’s lap, I have to give myself a moment to acclimate to the thick stretching. My breathing is loud, but it’s echoed by the man who I’ve impaled myself on. Jason’s hot breath hits my neck as he reaches down to grip my waist.

“Legs on either side of mine, dollie,” Jason says, his voice strained.

I do as requested. Jason spreads his legs wider, pulling my legs even further apart. The move exposes me completely to Grant who steps directly in front of us. His eyes trail down me. With pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted, and hunger etched into his face, Grant brings his dick toward my face.

I lick my lips eagerly, staring at the pink, bulbous head that houses a single drop of precum at the tip of it. Just as I open my mouth to take him inside, Grant yanks his hips back again.

“Start riding, Jason. Get his lap utterly soaked with your juices, dollface.” His eyes flicker behind me to Jason. “Youcan thank me for getting our wife knocked up by sucking my dick.”

Jason groans. “Lean forward and grab his thighs, dollie.”

Feeling full and stretched, it takes a moment for my thoughts to clear enough to understand his request. With a shallow nod, I reach forward, gripping Grant’s thighs, just a few inches above his knees. Bent over as I am, nearly in half, and with my legs spread wide, Jason’s dick feels overwhelmingly incredible. I choke as I attempt to move my hips. I can’t thrust or even buck against him like this, but I can grind.

And oh my fucking god does it feel magical.

“Yes,” I gasp, eagerly chasing the crackling of pleasure that comes with the friction.

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