Dawson
We really did exhaust her, and she was probably going to be really sore tomorrow. But, I knew there was a glass c*ck that was kept in the freezer, to help ease the soreness the next day that the boys used when they had a particularly rough night. I’d ease it into her p*ssy to help with the soreness and the puffiness of her sweet little p*ssy.
I turned on the shower, put a small bottle of lube on a tiny shelf, and as I held her and adjusted the temp, I took off her shoes and choker. I saw the huge ass hickey Ford left right above it and chuckled. Hope she wasn’t too pissed about
that in the morning.
“Isha baby, can you hear me?”
“Mmmm,” she responded.
“If I showed you my medical report on my phone, would you believe I was clean?”
“Me too, got tested after I found out about Jason and Madilyn,” she mumbled.
“Can I go raw in you? I won’t c*m, I just want to feel you around me.”
“I’m on the shot,” she whispered, her head lulling on my shoulder.
F*ck this girl was perfect, did she just give me permission to c*m in her?
“Are you saying I can c*m in you?”
“Mmhmm,” she answered. My whole body shuddered. I’ve never in my life gone raw in a woman before. The anticipation made my c*ck rock solid.
I knew there were cameras in all four corners plus some all over the shower embedded into the walls. The shower was huge with a long bench on one side. There were many showerheads and I turned a knob to get the others going. I turned her in my arms as I sat on the bench. I eased my c*ck into her groaning, spreading her legs over mine and widened them. I saw the camera right in front of us.
I sat there for a minute, enjoying the feel of her tight wet heat. She was already panting as her head laid back on my shoulders. I brought my arms around her and palmed her gorgeous breasts. I squeezed and kneaded them, her hips started rocking and I smiled. My needy girl. I knew she was sore as f*ck, but she wanted it just as badly as the rest of us did.
“Feel good?” I asked her.
“So good,” she whimpered.
I plucked at her hardened n*pples, pinching them and twisting them between my fingers lightly. She circled her hips, whimpering as I played with her n*pples. I took one hand and skimmed it down her stomach and found her hot puffy p*ssy. I spread her lips with my fingers and took my pointer finger and tapped on her clit. Tap, tap, tap, until she convulsed. Her p*ssy fluttering around my c*ck, I growled low into her ear, her whole body shivered. I put my hands under her thighs and lifted her. I could feel the grip of her p*ssy. It was so swollen. I dropped her back down and she moaned. She needed to be slicker for what I wanted to do. I grabbed the bottle of lube and positioned the tip and the top of her p*ssy and squeezed. I knew the camera would capture the lube sliding between her puffy lips. I held them open with the fingers on my other hand.
I put the bottle down and took two fingers to make her more slippery. I even shoved one inside of her to coat her around my c*ck, and then I coated my thick base so she could take all of me.
I reached under her thighs again and lifted her.
“Much better,” I whispered. I didn’t want to hurt her more. She was just so d*mn tight.
I moved her up and down for the camera, her moans echoed around the bathroom. She reached up and behind her and
clasped her tiny hands around my neck. Her t*ts bounced all around as I increased my speed. Up and down, up and down until I couldn’t take it anymore, and I held her up and then jack hammered into her. Her scream of pleasure made me go harder. She liked it hard. I noticed which was good, because we all loved to f*cking pound an ass or p*ssy. I was trying my hardest right now not to c*m because she felt so f*cking good.
“Dawson, oh my God, Dawson. So, good, your c*ck is so f*cking huge.” She yelled, as she came all over my c*ck.
Well, f*ck no man could withstand a woman praising his c*ck, I f*cked her hard for another ten seconds before I burst.
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“F****CK! BABY!” I shouted. “It’s never been like this. Oh, f*ck Isha, f*ck” I think I sobbed a little because it was a f*cking experience c*mming in my girl raw. My whole body shuddered as I held her down on me. She rolled her hips, making my eyes roll into my head. F*ck my d*ck was so sensitive. She reached down and started massaging my balls. D*mn that felt good.
“Did you give me all of it?” she asked.
“All of it baby, I am now utterly spent. I’ve never came so much in one f*cking night. You’re just that temptingly beautiful.”
She leaned back and sighed against me.
“You make me feel so good, Dawson. You all do. You make me feel pretty and special.”
“You are special, baby. And you are more than just mere pretty, Isha. You are so f*cking erotically stunning. And it’s not just your looks. You’re smart, witty and kind. And there’s still this innocence about you that drives me wild, and I just
want to take care of you and protect you with everything I have.”
“You’re like the werewolf books I read. You’re an alpha male.”
I chuckled, “We all are baby. You won’t find another bunch of guys that will put themselves in front of you to shield you
from harm.”
“I like the sound of that. I don’t think I’ve ever had any man since my father and papa died, shield me from harm.
Although I do think if I were with Mac and Jack they would. But that’s probably because they wouldn’t want Savvy sad if something happened to me.”
“Who are Mac and Jack?”
“They are my really good friend Savvy’s husbands.”
“So, you really do have a friend in the poly lifestyle, and they’re married?”
“Well, she’s married to Mac, but then they had a ceremony for all three of them after. She told me all about it, and it
intrigues me.”
“Interesting, and do they have kids?”
“Yeah, two, a little girl named Willow. She’s 4 and a half and a little boy named Axel he’s 3.”
“And does she know who the father is of each child?”
“From what she told me, they both claim them, but the kids are splitting images of their dads with their mom’s hair. Willow is Jack’s and Axel is Mac’s.”
I was acutely aware my d*ck was holding my c*m from seeping out of her, and although she said she was on the shot, birth control isn’t one hundred percent: The image of her round with my baby had my d*ck becoming rock hard.”
“Again?” she squeaked.
“My poor baby, are you hurting?”
“A little,” she hesitantly said. I chuckled.
“Don’t worry, there is no way I can c*m again. You just have this effect on me. Since I met you, I swear I have a permanent
hard on.”
She giggled and then full out laughed. I couldn’t help the joy that came over me at her happiness. I did that.
“Come on, baby. Let’s dry you off and make those three shower.
I pulled her off my c*ck and we cleaned up. I ignored my hard on, but her eyes wouldn’t leave it. I made it jump a couple of times and she giggled.
We got out, dried off. I grabbed her shoes and choker. I helped her dress and she helped me while we waited for our
guys.
“Did you have fun?”
“I had the most fun,” she said with a beaming smile.
“I’m glad, baby. Will you come home with me tonight? I want to hold you.”
“Yeah, I’d like that very much,” she said.
“Isha, do you want kids?”
“I do so much,” she said.
1 held that information in the back of my mind, something to think about for our future.
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