Breaking Perfect

Mason began to moan and pant. He said dirty things to her that should have been offensive, but only enflamed her lust more. His thrusts became frantic and his grip in her hair tightened. He began to force himself in and out and Liberty couldn’t tell if he was thrusting his hips toward her or jerking her head down on his cock. Either way, she understood that his control was slipping and he was now literally fucking her mouth and she loved it, loved being able to do this to him, to pleasure him so intensely that he lost a bit of his self-command.

Mason suddenly ripped his cock from her mouth with a popping sound as her lips released him. She panted and looked up at him in surprise. He pointed to the soft white runner. “On your hands and knees.”

Liberty crawled to the center of the carpet and did as Mason commanded. He tossed off his shirt and knelt behind her. His thighs nudged her legs farther apart and his hard cock, still wet with her saliva, fell into the crease of her ass. She stared straight ahead as he rubbed himself up and down her seam there. The tip of his cock paused, resting over the tight rosette of her ass.

“I’m going to fuck you here one day, Liberty, one day soon.” Shivers racked her body as anticipation of that day filled her body and heated her blood. “But tonight I need to feel your tight pussy wrapping around my cock, holding me like a tight little fist.” His hand slid up her spine and over her shoulder. He pressed her toward the carpet. “Rest your head on your arms.”

Her head lowered to her arms. Mason lined his cock up with her wet opening. He chuckled. “It seems my wife loves sucking cock. You’re soaking wet.” He teased her wet folds with the tip of his engorged cock, swirling the tip at the rim of her opening, and she moaned. Fingers gripped her hips and then he slammed home.

He filled her in such a delicious rush of force she screamed out. He wasted no time. She had asked him to fuck her hard and it seemed that was exactly what he intended to do. He pounded into her sex so hard she couldn’t help the cry of pleasure that punctuated each hard thrust. Filled and hot, her body reveled in the extreme bliss of being thoroughly taken by her husband, being owned by him and him alone. His possession was the most invigorating, comforting thing she had ever felt.

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Sean awoke with a start when he heard someone scream. He’d been sleeping fitfully, dreaming of Liberty, well, Liberty and Mase. Frowned into the darkness, he accepted how much staying here with the two of them was costing him. His cock was semi-erect and for the last few days that had seemed to be the norm.

A deep grunt caught his ear and he turned to face the door in the dark. It sounded as if someone were out in the hall. He listened and when he heard a thud he decided to investigate. Carefully navigating through the dark to the door of his bedroom he noticed the hall lights were still on. Glancing at the digital clock on his nightstand he realized he hadn’t slept that long. It was only eleven-thirty at night.

Sean opened the door and the sounds that awoken him were amplified without the barrier of walls. His eyes went wide at the vision that greeted him. A naked Liberty, on her knees, head low, blond curls spilling over her arms and onto the white carpet as her shoulders jolted and her voice cried out in pleasure with each hard thrust her husband pounded into her from behind.

Jesus fucking Christ!

Her long spine trailed down to a perfectly shaped ass. The backdrop to said ass was two beautifully cut hips and a toned abdomen thrusting forcefully against her. Sean’s eyes traveled up the well-muscled torso, noticing every bead and rivulet of sweat that trickled over Mason’s hard abs. Sean’s cock suddenly slammed to full attention.

Mason’s pecs were as sculpted as ever. His lungs expanded in his chest as he fucked his wife hard. Sean couldn’t look away. His eyes molested the other man’s body all the way up to the thick cords of his neck. When he reached his face he froze. Mason, pounding his wife hard, was looking right at him. He tipped his chin up in acknowledgement, a trickle of sweat working its way over the curve of his strong jaw, as he increased his pace and nail little Liberty harder.

Sean looked down at Liberty. She seemed to love it. Sean then looked down at the huge bulge under his briefs. He loved it too.