Brooklyn giggled, hurrying forward and giving my arse a shove to make me roll all the way onto my front and I cursed as I gave in, moving onto my knees before her and bracing my forearms on the mattress.
I refused to look at Mateo who I could feel smirking at me once more, focusing instead on the feeling of Brooklyn climbing onto the bed with me, her fingers roaming over my arse cheeks before one rounded my body and found my cock.
I groaned as she pressed herself against me, my thoughts not lingering on the thick length of rubber which I could feel resting against my thigh while I focused instead on the grip of her hand around my shaft.
She began pumping her fist, her other hand moving down my spine just as Jack squirted the lube over my arse. I grunted at the coldness of the liquid, but Brooklyn began to massage it into my skin, her fingers moving to my hole and pushing in just as she upped her pace on my cock.
I groaned as she began to move them. Fingers I could do. Fingers we’d done before many a time after she figured out how to use them to make me come so hard I damn near blacked out.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, Hellfire,” she purred in my ear and the longer this sweet torment went on, the more I found myself liking the idea, nodding my head in agreement as she shifted her hips and the strap on shifted between my arse cheeks.
Brooklyn moaned in excitement, removing her fingers and pressing the head of the rubber cock to my arse just as I started to question the life choices that had gotten me to this point.
“Hang on a-” I began but my words were drowned out by Brooklyn’s moan as Jack turned the vibrate function on and the fucking sex toy got to work on her as well as me.
Brooklyn didn’t hold back, her hips driving forward much in the same way as I liked to slam mine down when I was taking her, and my eyes flew open in alarm so that I met Mateo’s gleeful gaze right as the fucking thing sank deep inside me, and my damn breath was stolen from my lungs.
“Jesus,” I gasped and Brooklyn fucking spanked me, drawing back before driving the thing in again.
My hands fisted the sheets and I tried to look away from Mateo, but I was locked in the trap of his dark eyes, the evil little smile he was giving me making me feel all kinds of ways in combination with the vibrating rod of fire which was currently pounding in and out of my arse.
Brooklyn moaned louder, spanking me again and fuck me, I wasn’t sure if I liked it or hated it, or what way I was feeling about it, but every time she pumped my cock in time with her thrusts, I was only left more confused.
I managed to draw in a shaky breath as I started to get used to the feeling, finding pleasure among the discomfort and bite of pain which I mighta been able to get a taste for, if I only got into the rhythm of it.
“You must be feeling so empty, chica,” Mateo said loudly while I still worked to breathe between thrusts and couldn’t do any more than curse him within the confines of my head. “I bet Jack could help you with that.”
“Yes,” Brooklyn panted and I started shaking my head as I realised what he was suggesting, but no one seemed to be interested in me or what fresh fuckery was happening down here at the bottom of the heap. “Fuck me, AJ, fuck us both.”
“Rook,” Jack replied like a cunt because I knew he knew there wasn’t a world in which I wanted to feel the power of his thrusts driving that rubber cock into my arse, but as I tried to bark out a command for him to stop, Brooklyn got him to spank me instead. And holy fuck, that bastard had a good swing on him.
I needed to take back control of this situation, I needed to finish my woman and stop this madness before it got any more out of hand.
I started driving my arse back into her thrusts, making sure those vibrations were working hard on her clit and making her moan even louder while I took the rubber cock deep inside me, all the way to my shadowy soul and beyond, where nothing had ever ventured before.
I was an old man these days, I shouldn’t have been risking my heart on rubber cock acrobatics like this and yet here I was, letting my wife peg me while I forgot to breathe, and a Mexican bastard who I had never liked grinned at me like the fucking Cheshire Cat.
My attempts to finish her worked beautifully, the sounds of Brooklyn coming filling the room, and somehow while she thrusted herself into me and pumped my cock in a firm demand, I found myself coming too, a strangled cry escaping my lips which sounded nothing like I’d ever heard before.
It was incredibly intense, the pleasure and pain, my arse gripping the fucking strap on like a vice and my cum spilling all over the sheets while I listened to her come for me too. I didn’t even know what I felt about it. Was I having some kind of sexual awakening, or was this a new nightmare which would draw me from sleep in the dead of night? It was all very confusing.
I was just glad that it was done and I’d given my girl the birthday dream she’d wanted.
But instead of her drawing back, Brooklyn slumped forward, her body pressing mine down flat onto the sheets where we fought to catch our breath together and that thing remained lodged in my arse, making a little home for itself there like a bird roosting through a cold winter night.
I panted beneath her, sparks dancing behind my eyelids at the intensity of my climax and in that moment of blissful uncertainty, a giant clambered onto the bed.
“Hold on, Bessy,” Jack growled, slapping my arse where it poked out from beneath Brooklyn and making me curse. “We aren’t even close to done, yet.”
“You can talk?” I yelled angrily as all the times Brooklyn had insisted that her and Jack had a secret language came to mind and I realised it had never been a figment of her imagination at all. “You sneaky motherfucker, I’m going to-”
My breath catapulted from my lungs as Jack slammed his cock deep inside Brooklyn’s pussy, the force of his thrust driving the rubber strap on to all new depths within me and making my entire body tense beneath the weight of the two of them.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Brooklyn cried in ecstasy while I was left struggling to take the weight of him beneath her.
Mateo’s deep laughter filled the air and I managed to glare up at him from my position at the bottom of the sex pile, a snarl on my lips and a promise of death in my eyes.
“I forgive you, bastardo,” Mateo said with a big fucking smile which I planned on slapping clean offa his face if I survived this. “For stealing my house and torturing me. This moment makes it all okay.”
He laughed again and I took a swipe for him, but he just caught my hand and held it tight.
“You can squeeze my fingers if it helps,” he chuckled. “And when it’s done, I’ll admit we really are family and forget our feud at last.”
“Deal,” I hissed, though I wasn’t certain I would survive this at all.
I gritted my teeth and squeezed his hand so fucking tight that I was likely to break bones, holding his gaze while I was pegged by the love of my life as she took the cock of the violent criminal we’d set loose on the world.
And if that wasn’t a happily ever after, then I didn’t know what the fuck else one might look like.
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