“How do you feel?” Trey asks, his fingers trailing up and down her back. Wes sits on the side of the bed staring at Jessa while I remain standing, staring down at the ruby red ass print that I just graced her with.
“Like I was thoroughly fucked by three of my favorite men.”
Chuckling I say, “Because you were, now get up before I decide to spank your ass until it’s bright red. You need to eat something.”
“But what if I want you to spank me?” she teases, wiggling against Trey’s body. I pull back and land a hard slap against the other ass cheek, the sting of the slap zinging across my palm.
“Don’t test me, Princess, do as I tell you.”
Wes chuckles from his spot on the bed and I lift my gaze to his.
“You’re like the dad of the group, always making sure we follow directions, eat enough, sleep enough…” My face deadpans.
“Shut up, before I steal her away and you have nothing but your fucking hand to fuck for the rest of the week.”
It’s Trey’s turn to laugh now, and he does, bouncing Jessa’s body up and down with the motion.
“She belongs to us, which means none of us can steal her away and stake claim. Isn’t that right, Princess? You need all three of our cocks to curb your sexual needs? You need my brothers and me to stretch you. Claim your little holes until you’re dripping with our cum.”
Lifting her head from his chest, she nods. “Yes, I do. I need all three of you. So no fighting, there is enough of me to go around.”
And fuck if she isn’t right, there certainly is enough of her pretty little ass to go around. She’s all we fucking need, the missing piece to our demented puzzle.