Page 12 of If He Wanted To, He Wood

“Pretty good. I learned something about myself last night.”

“Is that so?”

“I want all of you at once.”

“Bad girl, you are, but I can’t wait. We have gifts to do, the dinner you want to cook and the super fun cock moulds,” he says with lack of enthusiasm.

“I think I’m the best girl around,” I say, as I finish plating breakfast, and the other guys come into the kitchen for coffee.

“You absolutely are such a good girl,” Bruce says. His eyes burn into me, and his words make heat crawl through me. I settle at the table, and we eat breakfast. This may be one of my favourite Christmas mornings yet. I go to clean up and Ash waves me away so that he can do it. I’ve been spoiled, and it’ll suck to go back to the way it was before.

When I pull out the boxes for the moulds to read the directions, it doesn’t seem hard, although it may be for them. We'll begin with gifts, then spend the day cooking and making these. I want to give them a wonderful Christmas dinner, and the turkey is already in the oven.

“I’m so excited about this, I can barely contain myself,” Forrest says sarcastically.

“Think about how hard I have to make you for this to work,” I wink. I move to our mini tree, pulling out the three packages. I know my gifts are simple, but it was the best I could come up with.

“We each get a new shirt?” Bruce asks me.

“You each get a new shirt and a date with the best girl,” I smile meekly.

“I know, it sucks. I’ll do better next year, it’s not like I could get much. Fertilizer, super grow nourishments? There weren’t a lot of options,” I explain.

Forrest hands me a box from under the tree. It’s wrapped nicely, so I gently tug at the paper pulling it out until I find the prettiest bird house. A square base with a small pole leads up to a bark-covered birdhouse adorned with forest items. It's beautiful and he made it just for me. I hug him and smell his fresh laundry and cedar scent as his hands grip me.

“It’s just a silly birdhouse. It is too easy to impress you. What did that chump get you last year?” He asks quietly.

Truth is, Edward forgot to get me anything last year and wouldn't have taken the time to make me anything.

Bruce leans forward, handing me his box. It’s a wooden tree he’s whittled. It’s so soft I can’t believe that it was once a rough stick. As I move from one lap to another, I feel Bruce’s strong hands run up my back and circle around as I cling to him. Ash hands me his box last and he’s made me a little trinket box out of branches and foliage. Each gift is from their hearts, each one is beautiful, and I’ll cherish them forever.

When I stand up, I wrap my arms around Ash and hold him tight. His hands caress my back and lower to cup my ass. I laugh and we break our embrace. Everyone loses their pants to do the next activity.

“Let’s work on these moulds. The mix looks so fun. I can’t wait to stick my dick in there,” Bruce grumbles as he stirs his. I read out the directions, they have to stay hard for four minutes, and the silicone goes in the mould for four hours.

“Show us with your fingers how you plan to use these,” Ash tells me. They’re all watching as they stroke their hardening dicks. I hook one of my legs over the arm of the chair, while I stare into Ash’s eyes. I suck my fingers, and push them into my pussy. My eyes roam from Ash to Forrest and land on holding a gaze with Bruce as I fuck myself. They each hold still in the moulds, unable to stroke until the timer goes off just before my orgasm.

“Stop, be a good girl. Not now, wait like us,” Bruce sternly says, as I pout. He shakes his head and they work on getting the moulds set up to sit for four hours. I wait for them in the bedroom as they clean up.

Sixteen

Bruce

Tasha’s pretty lips wrapped around my dick is incredibly hot, and I watch as she pulls it out of her mouth and leisurely teases my length with her tongue and swirls around the head. She is the perfect amount of give and take. I couldn’t have imagined ever finding such a delectable woman who could treat me like I’m one of the most important people in her life.

As I grip her soft hair with my fingers, I rock into her mouth at the pace I want. I’m thinking far too much at this moment and I’m going to lose my hard-on. I watch as Ash manhandles her into the position he wants, and pulls her onto his hardness, but she loses touch with my cock as she settles on him and starts to ride him. Those blue eyes filled with need stare into mine, and she slides her mouth back on my cock.

The way he exudes power and dominance is always something I’ve been jealous of, but I’m happy enough to play her daddy when it’s just us. Her groans vibrate around my cock as he slides into her faster. Forrest lays in front of her, licking her clit and waiting for her to squirt. Everything we have found here with Tasha is everything I’ve ever wanted, and I can’t wait for next year.

When I pull my dick out of her mouth, I stroke it using her spit. I get off the bed and watch as the others get situated. Ash slips out of her dripping pussy to slide into her back entrance. Her body tightens up and I know this will hurt her. Forrest works his magic, sliding his fingers into her, finding the spot he knows best, and she relaxes as she squirts over his face.

“Such a good baby girl. Relax for us. You can take Ash in your ass, I watched it last night. Be a good girl now and push out so he can push in, and I’m going to fuck your pretty little pussy,” I whisper in her ear. She takes his length into her ass, and Forrest moves so I can push into her wetness. I take care to slide the pad of my thumb over her clit. I want her to lose control, to become a puddle of orgasms.

Finding the right rhythm with Ash, we fuck her together and she reaches out for Forrest, pulling him to her mouth. As I watch her be such a good fucking slut, I reach the edge of orgasm, and I pull out to jerk my load over her tits. Forrest quickly replaces me, sliding his girth into her wetness, I watch her eyes roll back in her head and hear her screaming orgasm. I dip my finger into the warm come that I left on her chest, bringing each scoop to her mouth. She licks each finger clean and I gaze into her eyes.

“Good girl. You look fucking incredible with so much cock in you. How do you feel?”

“So wonderful daddy, I love your come and I love all of you,” she whispers. My heart swells with her words, though it could just be sex talk. The words have the same effect on the others as they find their release. I walk to the bathroom to get her a cloth. Washing her is one of my favourite parts. I love taking care of her. Once she is cleaned, I braid her messy hair into low double braids. I wrap the blanket around her trembling body and watch as her eyes close.

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