Page 29 of Same Girl
That was Fyve’s way. Whereas I generally made love with Chosen, Fyve and I fucked hard and long. But I was certain he knew there was only so much that I could take with both of them inside of me.
“Come on, baby. Give him that ass,” Fyve coaxed, moving aside.
I pulled off Chosen and got onto my knees. He pushed himself inside of my ass again, grabbed my hips, and slowly thrust into me. Fyve grabbed his dick and brushed the head against my lips. I licked away the salty residuals of his cum before I took him into my mouth.
“That’s it, li’l baby. Deep throat that shit,” he coaxed.
I choked on his dick as he fucked my mouth until tears spilled and my throat was raw. Chosen burrowed deeper into my ass, pushing me to give him what I hadn’t let go of. My assholesqueezed tightly around him, compelling him to release, but he refused to let go until I gave in.
The sound of Chosen’s balls slapping against my ass and the deep growls from Fyve’s throat, forced my release.
“Mmmm.” I cried around Fyve’s dick as I released on Chosen’s. When I finished, I grabbed Fyve’s dick with both hands and took him to the back of my throat again, sucking hard and calling another nut forward. Chosen showed no mercy as he pounded in my ass, mercilessly punishing me for not giving him access before now.
“Aww fuck! Sweet baby girl. This ass is everything.” Chosen grunted through clenched teeth as he pulled out, removed the condom, and shot his nut all over my back and ass.
It was only seconds later that Fyve followed. That’s when I knew that no matter how much he denied it, he enjoyed this experience as much as Chosen and I did.
You, Me, And He
Chosen showeredand dressed while Fyve headed to the guest bathroom to do the same. I lay in bed a little longer before Chosen came out and smacked me on the ass.
“I’m going to make you some breakfast before we head to work.”
“Sounds good,” I mumbled before pulling the covers over me and dozing off again. When I opened my eyes again, it was almost twenty minutes later. I jumped up, showered, and dressed before I headed to my kitchen. If I didn’t hurry, I would be late to the shop, and I had an appointment at ten. It was already a quarter till nine.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” Chosen greeted me with a warm smile and a skillet and spatula in his hands. He was barefoot and bare chested, and his jeans hung low on his ass. Fyve was seated at the island, drinking a cup of coffee, and was preoccupied with his phone. He looked ruggedly good in a fresh pair of jeans, his work boots, a tank top, and he had his outer shirt unbuttoned.
Despite the fact that we had already had a rousing round of wakeup sex, my pussy ached, and I wanted to cry, because Lord, if this was a dream, I didn’t want to be awakened.
“Where did y’all get a fresh set of clothes from?” I asked.
They both looked at each other before Fyve answered. “Neither of us planned to be the one you sent home at the end of the night when we showed up here. So although we planned to meet up and talk with you, we both brought an overnight bag in case you told us to stay and sent the other one home.”
“Aww, you two brought a spinnanight bag.” I giggled.
“Sit down, pretty baby,” Chosen commanded, setting the skillet down and grabbing a plate from the counter.
I took a seat and watched him place Canadian bacon, home fries, tomatoes, eggs over easy, and toast on my plate. “Baby, who’s gonna eat all that?”
He chuckled. “Baby girl, Fyve and me have a healthy appetite, so I assume everyone eats like we do. Eat what you can, and I promise we’ll handle the rest.” He winked at me, and there went my heart.
Chosen prepared a plate for himself and sat on the other side of me. The proximity of both men set my body on fire. I wanted to reach out and lick Chosen’s chest and sit on Fyve while he drilled me good.
“How are you feeling this morning?” Fyve asked, setting his phone aside.
“Wonderful.”
“Seriously.” His tone forced my eyes from my plate and up to his face.
“I am.”
“Li’l baby, I know that we sent your body through a lot, and maybe your emotions too. We just want to make sure that you’re really good,” Fyve expressed.
“I’ll be fine. Maybe a bit sore and tired, but I’ll make it through my day.”
Chosen leaned in and brushed my cheek with his lips and nose. I cupped the side of his face and leaned in closer.
“I love you,” he whispered.
