Chapter 128: I Love That You Need Me To Cum

I wanted to mention what happened earlier, but the timing felt wrong. Bringing it up would have been incredibly insensitive. I felt my erection pressing against my pants when he finally let me go. I hurried upstairs because I needed to relieve the pressure before I could even think about sleeping.

When I got into the shower, I lubricated my dick with oil and started masturbating. My hand grew tired, but I couldn't get any relief. I was tired and frustrated by what happened with Amelia. Did she really think we would push her away because of her past? Honestly, it didn't bother me. Her boyfriend was a bastard who neglected her. I'm not saying what she did was right, but who could blame her? She thrived on the attention, even if she wouldn't explicitly ask for it. I knew that from the first time we fucked her; she responded to my attention in the most delightful way. The thought of her body beneath mine sent pleasure shooting through me, and I thought I would cum, but I came up empty.

“What the hell,” I muttered, adding more oil to my dick. It was frustrating that I needed their touch, but the thought that my body needed them lessened the frustration. I was about to give up when I felt a hand on my back. I knew it was Donald almost immediately. He slid his arms around me and wrapped his hand around mine, which was pumping my dick.

“V, didn’t you tell me you needed this, babe?” he said into my neck. I groaned and leaned my head back into his shoulder, dropping my hands. The sensation that shot through me had me staggering against him, and I came almost immediately as he sucked hard on my neck. I'm sure he left a mark. Relief washed over me after I came down from my high. He hummed, placing small kisses on my neck and shoulders.

“I love that you need me to cum; it’s been the same for me,” he whispered.

“You and Amelia, my body belongs to you both, and you two are the only way I can satisfy my hunger. I will never be able to go without you both again,” he said.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as our lips met. I was still hard; the orgasm only took the slight edge off. I needed more of him. He backed me out of the shower briefly, breaking our kiss to grab a towel before he had me on my back on the bed. Our kiss deepened as he straddled me, his dick grinding against mine. I took control. I needed him so badly; if he got any closer, I would explode. I kissed down his body until I reached his large dick and immediately took it into my mouth. If someone had told me one day I would be addicted to another man's dick, I would have called them crazy, but now I can't deny it.

“Oh, fuck yes, your mouth is incredible, baby,” he groaned, sitting up on his forearms so he could watch me.

I had him all the way to the back of my throat and still managed to wrap two hands around the base of his shaft. I could cum from the sensation alone. I bobbed my head up and down, using my tongue to add extra sensation. The urge to gag was a little less than last time, so I pushed him deeper into my mouth.

“Tuck, baby. Oh yes,” he pushed, taking one hand to the back of my head and gripping a painful fistful of hair. The painful sensation was so foreign, but my body loved it. He took control, thrusting hard and deep into my mouth, making me gag, but I loved it. I reached down and stroked my dick in time with his thrusts.

“I am going to cum, your mouth is heaven. Damn it,” he moaned. I rolled my eyes up to see the euphoric look on his face before his eyes rolled back and my mouth was filled with his cum. I don't know how he swallowed all my cum before, but I made a mess; cum shot out of my mouth as I spluttered around his dick.

“Fed,” he moaned. My eyes watered, and I knew my face was a complete mess. I released my still-twitching dick.

“Damn, baby. You’re gagging from my cum dripping down your throat. A night I didn’t think I needed,” he said.

He watched me use a towel to wipe my face, and I was about to lie next to him when he tossed the lube bottle to me.

“Are you done?” he asked almost teasingly. I smirked; he had a lot of stamina to be able to fuck all day long. I shook my head, smirking again.

“Then put some lube on your dick and fuck me,” he said, and my eyes widened; my dick jumped with excitement. He’s going to let me fuck him? He chuckled at my surprised expression.

“You think I’m going to let you have all the fun and not want to join in?” His smile burned away any nervousness.

Honestly, I didn’t think I would be fucked in the ass, but the sensation was one I would never tire of, and he was a big man, and my body still craved every delicious inch he gave me. I popped the top of the lube and coated my dick. I slowly pumped it up and down, watching his eyes follow my hand as he sat down on his lap. I added more lube to my fingers before washing down and spreading his legs so that his asshole was exposed. I brushed a lubricated finger over the puckered hole and then another. I pushed my fingers in slowly, past the resistance, and felt his muscles clench around them.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped.

When my fingers were buried all the way in, I pulled them out and repeated it again. I watched as his dick grew hard again, and I could tell he liked the feeling. The hidden sensation that most men never get to experience, but it was pure bliss, and I was happy to be able to give it to him. I added another finger, and he cried out, reaching for his dick and pumping it in time with my fingers.

“Holy shit, that feels amazing, baby,” he groaned.

“Tuck, I need your dick,” he said in a commanding tone. I loved how fucking dominant he was and that he takes what he wants without shame. I removed my fingers and positioned myself between his legs. I pushed them up more, loving to see him spread open for me. I held onto his legs as they were in the air and pushed my painfully hard dick inside his hole. The overwhelming sensation of the tight grip of his ass as I pushed in had my eyes rolling back. His loud moans filled the room with anguished pain and pleasure.

“Tuck, you feel amazing,” I groaned as I pulled out and back in, pushing deeper.

He was in another space as I fucked him slowly, each thrust pushing in deeper and deeper. I released his legs and leaned down, our chests pressing together. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. I pumped in and out slowly, our lips connected so that we were fully enwrapped in each other. We fucked, kissing our lips and necks and pulling each other’s hair, groping each other’s asses until he started trembling again and came between us. I followed him over the edge, filling him up until my cum began to spill out of him.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he whispered into my neck after our collective moans turned into pants.

“Yes,” I mumbled. I was dripping with sweat and now needed to shower again.

“We both do,” I pulled out of him, and he groaned. I put a towel under his ass, and it caught my cum that was sliding out, and gosh, the sight was hot. I helped him up as we walked to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and walked him in. I stepped out to turn on the bath and rejoined him in the shower, helping him wash his body. I loved rubbing down his body; he was sculpted to perfection, and I love to study his body.

“Would you do it again?” I asked after we had both rinsed off and we shared a few kisses. He raised an eyebrow.

“Of course, why would you think it wouldn’t happen again?” he asked as we headed to the tub, and I shrugged.

I feel like I am surprised daily by this man; he was open to really exposing all aspects of this relationship, and it was refreshing. I settled back in the tub, and he climbed in, placing his back on my chest. I fucking love bathing after sex, and I am glad they both indulge me.

Amelia walked in a few minutes after we got in the tub and quickly joined us. This was just everything to me, having them both.