Page 88 of Humility

Leaning over, I kissed her hard, our tongues lashing as I made sure she still had me on her mind. “Good, I like watching you suck cock. Your mouth and throat will be sore. You sure you can handle it?” The fire of challenge was in her eyes, and even though I didn’t think it was possible, I fell harder in love with her.

“Yes,” she said, her voice determined.

Dario and Enzo stripped the last of their clothes off and walked over to join the two of us.

“Stand here.”

They stood shoulder-to-shoulder and stroked their cocks in front of her face. Grabbing her hair, I aimed her mouth toward Dario, and she opened for him. I controlled her head and how much or how deep he got. Pulling her off of him, I did the same with Enzo until the room was filled with grunting and slurping noises.

“Oh fuck,” Dario groaned as I shoved her mouth down until he was in her throat.

“Good girl, Tiger, take him all the way.” I pulled her back, and she gasped and sucked in a deep breath as I smoothed the hair from her face and moved her back over to Enzo.

“Are you going to make Enzo come,” I asked her.

“Mmmhmm,” she mumbled around his cock. I knew he was close when the muscles in his cheek twitched just before he came. Enzo wouldn’t have made a good poker player. I picked up the pace, and he groaned.

I let go of her head and let him take over. Enzo’s hands gripped her hair as he fucked her face hard.

“Fuck me,” he yelled as he came down her throat.

“Good girl,” I praised and pulled her away from Enzo to wipe away the reflex tears and let her rest. “Follow me,” I said to Dario and walked over to the couch. “Sit down.”

As soon as he was comfortable, Jasmine straddled him but faced me. Dario held her steady as her legs shook from the effort expended already. She slowly sank down, and Dario groaned like an animal.

“Oh God,” Jasmine cried, and I smirked. She screamed and came again all over Dario as I undid the nipple clamps and held them out for Enzo to take. Breathless, Jasmine slumped back against Dario.

“Now you’re good and wet for two cocks. Are you ready,” I asked, getting into position and putting one foot on the couch. She licked her lips and nodded. I slowly worked my cock in beside Dario’s, and she screamed. We’d only done this to her a couple of times before, so I took it slow to give her time to adjust. Once I was fully inside of her, I was panting as heavily as she was, my blood pounding in my ears as I remained still.

“Relax,” I said, wrapping my hand around her neck and pulling her up so our lips met and I could suck her bottom lip into my mouth. “Relax, Tiger.” I nuzzled the side of her neck and felt her pulse leaping under her skin. The tension slowly eased, and she molded into my body.

“You ready?” She nodded, but I shook my head at her. “Say the words.”

“Yes, I’m ready.” I held her neck firm and sucked on her pulse as both Dario and I found our rhythm. “Ah!”

Jasmine’s yells filled the room. Her tits were pushed up, and her sensitive nipples rubbed against my chest with every thrust. She was always tight, but with Dario inside of her and his cock moving along with mine, it was a losing battle to keep from coming.

Dario picked up the pace, his grunts loud as he pummeled Jasmine’s tight pussy.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Dario said, his hands gripping Jasmine’s hips as he hammered in like a piston.

“Fuck me!” The extra speed pushed me over the edge, and I came hard. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” My muscles tensed against the sensation of Dario still going and drawing out my orgasm.

“Ah! I’m coming,” Jasmine screamed, and I kissed her hard, loving that I could swallow her pleasure down like it was my own.

“Yes, that’s it,” Dario said and then thrust up hard and froze.

I felt his cock releasing inside of her as well, something that once I wouldn’t have allowed, but time had changed so much. I slowly pulled out, and when Jasmine whimpered, I knew she would be sore. Dario held her up as she slumped into him. There were already red welts and small bruises forming on her skin, and as much as I loved the idea of her wearing my marks, I didn’t want her in pain. She would need extra care tonight, and a different kind of possessiveness filled my chest with the thought of easing every one of her aching muscles.

I undid the straps and cuffs, laying them aside before picking her up off of Dario. She was utterly spent and tucked her head in the crook of my neck as I marched from the office and through the house up to my bedroom.

Dario walked into the bathroom right behind me and, reading my mind, turned on the water to the large bathtub and set out a tub of arnica cream.

“I’ll grab some water and pain meds to be safe,” he said, disappearing.

Stepping into the tub, Jasmine winced as the water touched all the sensitive areas. “Easy, I’ve got you,” I whispered, smoothing her damp hair. Nothing could’ve prepared me for how I would feel having her back in my life. Or the panic I felt that her father or Ciro would find us and try to steal her away from me.

Jasmine was sound asleep when I finished washing us clean, massaging her sore body, and rubbing the cream into her skin.