Jessica’s Wolves(44)

Remembering what they’d done to her that morning, Charles reached between her legs. When his hand landed on the base of the plug, she squirmed. “You left it in.” He’d only really expected her to put up with their antics until about five minutes after they’d left the house.

“You told me too.” Her eyes were wide.

“We did. And you weren’t too pleased either,” Reese said. “We want you to understand something.”

Jessica’s gaze moved from Charles to Reese.

“We know you’re a strong, independent woman. Hell, you have proven yourself time and again, growing up without your parents, hiding yourself from society, graduating from college, and landing a job without blinking an eye. We were talking earlier, and we want you to know we respect that about you. Admire it even. We wouldn’t want a woman to be mousy, quiet, reserved … someone who doesn’t speak her mind and make us pay attention.”

Charles cleared his throat and nudged Reese’s arm. “What he’s trying to say is we realize we can be pushy and dominant. Hell, it makes my dick hard just thinking about mastering your body, but that relationship between us only extends to the bedroom. When we are having sex, your ass is ours … literally.” He smiled at his pun. “Outside the bedroom, you can be as bossy as you want. We expect it. But in private, we’re hoping you’ll submit to us.”

Charles kissed her lips quickly and leaned back. “Is she going to balk?”

“God, let’s hope not,” Reese communicated.

The sexy woman spread out like a feast beneath him had the reddest cheeks he’d ever seen. And her blush was as sexy as ever. His cock lengthened and nudged her thigh.

When she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, he thought he’d come on the spot.

Reese must have thought the same thing because he tugged that pink, puffy lip out of her grip. “I’ll do the biting around here, if you don’t mind,” he teased.

“Can you agree to those terms?” Charles held his breath.

Jessica nodded.

“I need a verbal from you,” he insisted. “Tell me what you’re agreeing to.”

She gasped and held her breath for a minute, pondering her next words. On exhale, she whispered through barely open lips, “You two are masters of the bedroom. I will submit, but only when it comes to sex,” she hastily added. “It makes me horny just listening to you.”

“Good. I like that.” Reese gave a satisfied grunt. “Can we claim you now?”

“That’s probably the last time we are going to give you much of a choice in bed, babe.” Charles pumped out his chest just a smidge. He couldn’t help it. “We would never hurt you or mar your skin in any way. Don’t worry about that. We just want to make you feel so damn good every day of your life. I promise you’ll never regret this decision for one minute.”

“We need an answer,” Reese insisted.

“Yes, you may claim me.” Jessica physically relaxed, her body sinking beneath them as if once that decision had been made, the stress was alleviated and she could lean back and enjoy the ride. And oh what a ride it would be. Charles had no doubt about that.

*

Reese was filled with relief. Why, he had no idea. It wasn’t as though he’d considered she would react otherwise to this conversation, but nevertheless, he was glad it was over and the goddess he was about to spend the rest of his life with had consented to not only let him and Charles claim her but also to submit to them in every way.

Reese stretched out next to her, trying to accommodate his dick. It was no use. He had to take the shaft in his hand, squeezing to keep himself from coming against her leg.

Charles laughed. “About reached your limit, Reese?”

“I’d say,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

He didn’t speak again but instead relaxed onto his back, flipping Jessica on top.

Charles had to lift her tiny frame, but he settled her over Reese, forcing her to straddle his torso.

Reese wrapped his hand around her head and pulled it in to his chest. If he looked into her eyes right now, he’d come. Her legs were spread so wide to accommodate his torso, and her fine ass lifted into the air, begging to be taken. “Hurry, man.”

Charles grabbed the lube from the bedside table, and Reese watched over Jessica’s head while Charles squirted a good amount onto two fingers and then spread the slippery mixture between Jess’ legs.

She tensed but didn’t say a word.

Reese soothed her with his hand against her head, not letting her lift. Her cheek smashed into his chest, and he could feel her breath each time she exhaled. Warm. Ragged.