by Sara Cate
Avery moves just like I do, rubbing herself on Chloe’s stomach as she reaches in between us and rubs her fingers over Chloe’s clit. Her red hair cascades between her perky tits, while beneath her Chloe writhes in need, moaning, and crying out from the intense pleasure every time Avery rubs her.
“Don’t be shy Zane, don’t hold back. She’s on the pill, her momma put her on when she turned fifteen. Better safe than sorry.” I get into my own rhythm, gripping Chloe’s hips tightly, and positioning her at a better angle. Avery climbs off, bringing her mouth down to Chloe’s tits and sucks them, her gaze never once leaving mine as she takes turns bringing them to her lips. “Let’s bring her over the edge together Zane, our little girl deserves to come for her daddy. It’s all she’s ever wanted.”
In that moment, Chloe’s gaze meets mine, and the look of pure ecstasy in her eyes is like nothing I’ve ever seen. She’s so beautiful, blond curls around her shoulders, big blue eyes watching me with heated desire, her pretty little mouth forming the perfect O shape as she pants breathlessly for me. What I could do with that mouth.
“Come for me Chloe, come for me baby girl,” I mutter and my good little girl obeys, her pussy clenching my dick, pumping me as she convulses before me. I do the same, shooting my cum into her before falling forward and resting my head on her chest.
“My god that was so much fucking hotter than I was expecting.” Both Chloe’s gaze and mine shoot to Avery, who’s panting and as she looks between us.
The look of arousal in her eyes is mesmerizing. I need to fuck her, more than I need to fucking breathe.
Without untying Chloe’s hands I reach out and grab Avery, picking her up, and slamming her against the wall beside the bed.
“Fuck!”
I take her mouth in a frenzied kiss, all my pent up energy ready to go once again. My cock is so fucking hard. This woman is intoxicating.
“Yes Zane,” she whimpers against my lips, her pussy rubbing along my cock. “Fuck me like you really need to. You don’t need to go easy on me like you did with Chloe. I can handle it, I’m not a fragile little doll who deserves to be taken care of. Fuck me like you’ve wanted to since the moment you saw me.”
I look over my shoulder and find Chloe is now watching us, her hands still tied above her head. She nods, begging me to do what Avery asks. “Fuck her Zane. I want to see you fuck her the way I wish I could.”
Nothing could prepare for what it feels like to be inside of Avery. Every muscle in my body contracts the moment I thrust inside of her, begging to never leave her warmth. Her body feels like heaven in my arms, every inch of her is pure ecstasy. The sounds she makes, the looks she gives, the way her body reacts to my touch, it’s indescribable. How could this eighteen year old girl make me ache the way no other woman ever has?
“Zane, god you feel,” she cries out, her words dying on her lips as I plow into her forcefully, and repeatedly, while her back continuously slams against the wall. I bring one hand behind her head, curving her neck to the side to give my mouth the perfect angle to bite down and suck on her skin. My left hand holds her ass in place, digging into her, grabbing on for dear life.
“Fuck, Avery. You’re fucking perfect. I never thought it could feel this good.” Unable to control myself, I turn us toward the bed, pulling out of her just enough to set her down on the bed and pull her toward me, as I thrust back into her. “This is going to be rough and quick, baby. I won’t last long so I need you to meet me with just as much force.”
“Yes,” she purrs, rocking her hips to meet mine, her ass slapping against my thighs. She comes in no time, and I follow her, coming for the second time within minutes. What are these two doing to me?
I collapse in the bed beside Avery, listening to their ragged breathing and panting, my cock already hard once again, “You two are going to be the death of me,” I mutter under my breath and I hear them giggle beside me.
“It’ll be our little secret, old man,” Avery slurs, in an intoxicated haze. “I’m just glad we got it all on tape.”
Chapter 12
CHLOE
I fucked Zane Anderson. I came for Avery Taylor, multiple times. My stepdad, my best friend, and I have fucked on almost every surface of this entire house, countless times, each time better than the last. Coming here, I never expected my wildest fantasy to become a reality, but now that it has, I don’t think I can ever go back.
I never understood why people were so sex crazed, but that’s just because I never knew how good it could be. I’ve never had sex with anyone other than Zane, but I can’t imagine it gets any better than this. Besides, Avery claims he’s a fucking God, so there’s that.
We spent all Christmas morning in bed, taking turns going down on each other, fucking in every position possible, and taking breaks only to devour countless sugary treats. Who knew Zane had such a sweet tooth.
Well he’s enjoyed indulging in the two of us, and might I say we are pretty sweet.
I feared that watching my best friend have sex with the man I’m in love with would be hard to do, but it’s been quite the opposite.
I can’t get enough of it, and I’ve realized that is because I love Avery just as much. The three of us are the perfect trio, and I never want this moment to end.
“This truly has been the best Christmas ever,” I mutter out loud to no one in particular. Avery, Zane, and I are snuggled up on the couch by the fireplace, drinking hot cocoa, and watching the best Christmas movie of all time, Elf.
“Seriously,” Avery adds as she wiggles on Zane’s lap, “If I knew this is what Christmas was all about, I’d have celebrated it all along.” I know she’s only joking but the scowl upon Zane’s face shows he doesn’t find the situation amusing. He’s been distant all afternoon, the wheels in his brain clearly turning and coming up with worse case scenarios for what went down between us. Regret is etched onto the corners of his worried eyes, guilt evident in the way his lip keeps twitching when Avery moves.
“Zane,” I whisper, bringing my hand to rub against his thigh. I feel him stiffen beneath my touch, his gaze glued to the television although he’s not really watching. “Do you regret it?” I ask, though I’m unsure I can handle his response. He slowly turns to face me, the unique green shade of his eyes darkening as he contemplates my question.
It’s evident he does, only I’m not sure which part. Does he regret giving in to his darkest desires, or only that he enjoyed it so much.
His fingers reach out to caress my face, his thumb tracing my bottom lip as I instinctively lick it. “I could never regret what happened here.” He pulls Avery further into his lap, his free hand wrapping around her waist and holding her in place. “You two are everything I never knew I was missing. Am I questioning every one of my morals, yes, but I’ve come to the realization that morality is overrated. We were born to give into our desires, created to push boundaries and test limits. Destined to break every damn rule set in stone.”
Avery climbs off of him, onto the couch on all fours. Her hands reach for his already rock hard erection, “Amen to that. Sex is human nature, to crave this type of affection from someone you’ve loved your whole life is the most natural thing. Some would call it taboo, but I call it innate behavior.”
I follow her movements, doing the same on the opposite side, Zane’s hips lift forward and Avery begging to tug his shorts down, his monster cock springing forward, the head glistening with precum. What I’d do for another taste?
Avery reads my mind, wrapping her hands around it and licking him from top to bottom, Zane groans, as Avery’s lips come down around him and release him with a pop. She keeps moving, taking him all the way back, her eyes slightly watery from how big he is, but she doesn’t stop, nor does she doesn’t gag.
Zane cups her tits, pinching her nipples as she continues to suck him into her mouth. I cup his balls like she showed me, reaching down, and sucking them into my mouth, just as he reaches to pinch my nipples too.
“Yes, fuck baby. Y
ou two are trying to fucking kill me,” he groans.
“Death by blow job,” Avery whimpers, “Can’t think of a better way to go.” Zane’s hands wrap around us, our asses up in the air giving him the perfect angle to rub our pussy’s from behind.
“Oh god,” I cry out, already on the edge.
“So fucking wet,” he groans, moving his hips to meet Avery’s greedy mouth. He continues to rub us, smacking as he groans loudly, so close to release. “I’m going to come. Let me go Avery.” She shakes her head, wanting to swallow every ounce of him. Zane comes hard and loud, shooting into Avery’s mouth. Cum drips from her lips as she releases him. Licking her lips, she leans over him, coming toward me.
“Taste him Chlo.” She grabs my neck and kisses me harshly, spitting into my mouth. I can taste him, salty, warm, and so fucking good. “I saved you some,” she says, releasing my lips.
“That was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Zane admits, bewildered by her actions.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
I blush, still in shock at the event’s that have taken place this week. This is better than any fantasy, more perfect than any of my wildest dreams. Avery Taylor and Zane Anderson are mine, I’m never letting them go.
“What are we doing, girls?” Zane asks, suddenly serious.
We both snuggle onto his lap, resting our heads on his bare chest. “I don’t know,” I admit. “All I know is I’ve never wanted anything more.” He kisses my forehead, turning and doing the same to Avery.
“Sooner or later, the magic of being alone in the snowy mountains will disappear. The snow will melt, Spring will come, and you girls will leave for college.”
I nod against him, unable to look at him as he contemplates this ending. “We’ll deal with that when the time comes, for now I want to enjoy every moment of it.”
We both look at Avery, who’s gotten up and is now standing completely naked before us. “I just have one itty-bitty question?” she asks, moving to straddle Zane’s lap, his dick lining up with her entrance. She lowers down onto him, his guttural groan reverberating through the room. “What are you two doing New Year's Eve?”
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The end…or is it?
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Baby
Copyright © 2020 by S. Rena & BL Mute
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★ Baby★
A Forbidden Reverse Age Gap Prequel
They say what's done in the dark always comes to light.
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Aston—or Baby as he's called—saw right through the facade. The smiles, despite how weak they were have been my shield.
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Until him...
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Seven years I've suffered and in one night, surrounded by holiday cheer and false pleasantries, my world changed.
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I'm his teacher and it should have never been more than that. But, then again, everyone knows what they say about the word never.
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We crossed a line and now there's no turning back.
Chapter 1
Ivy
I'd rather be someplace else.
Yet, here I am in a room full of people I've never met while wearing a dress that hugs me a little too tight. But I'm supposed to smile and be pleasant, so I do. I pull my shoulders back and force a closed-lip grin onto my face.
With a deep breath, I run my palms over my stomach and inch further inside. I almost declined tonight. But how would that look? Not too pretty if I had to guess. I am new here after all, and when the Dean of the university you'll be working for insists you attend the faculty Christmas party—you do.
You put on your happy face, and you mingle, even if that means stuffing yourself into a pair of Spanx and heels that hurt more than they feel good.
"Ivy, right?" Someone approaches, his hand already extended.
I shuffle my drink into my other hand, raise a brow, and accept his gesture. He's tall and nice-looking but in the creepy neighbor type of way. Sucking air into my lungs, I push my immediate impression of him to the back of my mind, working hard to be unfazed by the aggression in his handshake. Overly eager and sweaty is how I'd describe him.
"Oh, hi. Yes, I am Ivy. And you are?" I ask and subtly massage my wrist from how hard he shook my hand.
"Emmett. Emmett Purington, Physics. We weren't expecting you until after the holiday break." He points and brings his champagne flute to his lips. "Did you come alone?" he inquires and glances around as he does.
Intrusive much, I think to myself, my back stiffening at his question. But I choose niceties and push my desire to tell him it's none of his business out of my mind. So another smile it is; number two-hundred and something for the evening. He continues to ramble, blind to the fact that I've now put my attention on my watch.
"It was supposed to be after the break. But, Dean Murphy thought a faculty Christmas party would be the best time to introduce me to everyone."
"You are faculty." He wiggles his brows and takes another sip.
An awkward chuckle leaves me, and then I bury my expression behind the rim of my drink.
"What do you teach again?" he pivots to stand next to me.
"Serial killers are your specialty, right?"
He points again, and I realize it's his quirk—something I'm sure he feels makes him look cool. Great! Another guy attempting to hang on to his youth. I nod, already wanting to escape this conversation.
I feel out of place here. Especially considering moving to this city wasn't something I necessarily wanted for myself. But I'm here, and the only thing to do about that now is to embrace it. Besides, Dean Murphy met all of my financial demands. I'd be happy about that if it weren't for the fact it was all in favor of Jerry.
"Why serial killers?" Emmett furrows his brows again, tilting his head out of curiosity.
"Why Physics?"
I change the subject, much like I always do when this question comes up. My entire career, people have stared at me the way Emmett is at this moment. Everyone is always curious about the Black woman who's obsessed with mass murderers. Or maybe it's the fact I'm a woman all together? There aren't many in my field of work, not professors, anyway.
"It was nice to meet you, Emmett. If you would excuse me, I need to make a call." I step off before he has a chance to offer a rebuttal.