Page 50 of The Ties That Bind
Brie held her breath as he ramped up the speed of his thrusts. Rather than fucking her deeper, he concentrated his efforts on stimulating her G-spot.
“Oh God, oh God…” she whimpered as her thighs began to shake.
“Come for me, téa,” Sir commanded.
Her body responded to his command, stiffening as the tidal wave raced toward her. This orgasm was so powerful, she momentarily lost herself in it.
Sir grunted in satisfaction as he knelt on the floor next to the bed and buried his mouth in her mound, licking her freshly-come pussy.
“Fuck, you taste good…”
Brie’s thighs continued to tremble as Sir repositioned himself and thrust his shaft into her again. The sexy sound of skin slapping against skin filled their bedroom as he pumped his seed into her, enjoying his own release.
Her cries of pleasure came out in mewing gasps as she floated on the sub high caused by the unique threesome.
“Didradost moyasurvive?” Rytsar teased.
Sir swept a strand of hair from her face and smiled. “She’s still flying.”
“Good.”
Sir joined Brie on the bed, wrapping his arms around her. “It was a spirited fucking.”
Rytsar chuckled. “Da. I feel as ifradost moyasucked the life out of me.”
Brie nodded. She had felt the same intensity with Sir.
“I’d say your new toy was a success,” Sir murmured, kissing Brie on the neck.
“Agreed, comrade.”
Brie let out a sigh of contentment, snuggling against Sir as she enjoyed the pleasurable haze of her sub high while listening to the two men talk.
“Moy droog, while I was impressed by the number of donuts you sent, I was not prepared to receive a new box every week. Are you trying to make me fat?”
Sir chuckled. “I figured you could learn how to share.”
“Never! I’ve had to increase my exercise to account for them.”
“That’s your solution?”
“When it comes to donuts, I have no wish to share,” he growled.
Sir snorted. “You remind me of a dog with three tennis balls in its mouth.”
“While it may be uncomfortable,moy droog, you’re looking at one contented animal.”
“You or the dog?”
Brie could imagine Rytsar’s smirk when he answered, “Both.”
“Would you like me to stop the shipments, then?”
“Nyet!I count on my daily Blueberry Bourbon Basil donut to keep me sane.”
Sir began stroking Brie’s hair, a smile playing on his lips. “Fine, I’ll keep the supply chain coming.”
“Good.” Rytsar suddenly let out a frustrated sigh. “Sadly, I must go. I need to shower before my meeting.”
