Page 172 of Crucible
She sobs into my mouth and starts bouncing on my dick again.
Our knees dig into the sleeping bag as I return her eager thrusts. Across from us, Seth is sprawled out with his softening cock lying on his thigh. He watches us swap his salty cum through lowered lids, his glistening abs contracting as he tries to catch his breath.
“You’re a fucking slut for our cocks, aren’t you, Aurelia?”
Her inhale is sharp, and then she’s nodding rapidly. “Oh, God, yes,” she admits on a gasp. “Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“Are you our whore?” I ask her. When she nods, I decide that’s not good enough. I stop fucking her and tighten my arm around her waist so that she can’t use me, either. My voice isthicker with my complete obsession for her as I ask, “Are you my girl, Goldilocks?”
“Yes, Khalil.” She turns her head to nuzzle her face against mine as the rain relentlessly patters the tent. “I’m your girl.”
“For how long?”
“Always.”
“And forever?”
When she nods with her eyes closed, I know she’s close to giving me what I want. I start fucking her again. And harder this time. I screw another orgasm out of Aurelia, and she passes out in my arms before the last wave passes.
Taking full advantage, I kiss her sweaty shoulder before bending her over. Her soft cheek rests on the bedroll while I lift her hips a little. When she’s in the perfect position for fucking, I pull out before slowly easing back inside.
I fuck her with a few shallow pumps to make sure she’s well and truly out of it, and then I snap my hips and see stars the moment my balls touch her pussy.
Throwing my head back, I mindlessly pound in and out of her.
I’m rough.
Maybe too rough, and that’s what makes it so perfect.
I fuck her however the hell I want. She’ll be a little in the morning, but I’ll take care of that, too. I’ll always take care of her needs.
Unfortunately, I’ve been edging myself the entire time Seth and Aurelia played, so I don’t last.
The tent opens just as I’m dumping my load inside her unprotected pussy, and when I look over my shoulder, I see Thorin stalking inside. He’s soaking wet from the rain, and it looks like the walk hasn’t done shit to his mood or pent-up energy.
Finished coming, I roll over onto my back and leave Aurelia where she is.
Face down, ass up.
My hand pets her flank appreciatively while Thorin’s gaze beelines to her pussy, his blue eyes flaring with heat when he notices mine and Seth’s cum seeping out.
“Don’t waste it,” he snaps.
Rolling my eyes, I reach over and plug her cunt with two fingers to keep our seed from spilling out.
Kinky, paranoid fucker wants her knocked up badly.
It doesn’t matter to Thorin who gets it done. He wants her barefoot and pregnant and completely at our beck and call.
Aurelia still has no idea.
She doesn’t know the half of what she’s signed up for, but she thinks she does, and it almost makes me feel sorry for her. We’re all too much of a selfish bastard to warn her.
“How was your walk?” Seth asks as he crawls into one of the sleeping bags.
Thorin quickly sheds his wet clothes. “Almost froze my nuts off.”
“Lucky you. We’ve got the perfect place to warm your cock.” Seth reaches over and draws Aurelia into his arms. He kisses her forehead and then shifts her around until she’s facing him. Lifting her leg in invitation, he props it on his hip. The position leaves her pussy exposed. Room enough for Thorin to slot his cock right in.
