Chapter 1: Introduction
I didn’t hesitate. Fiona had spent weeks—hell, maybe months—teasing me, tormenting me, acting as if she was immune to me while my Build Desire slowly chipped away at her defenses. But now, here she was, standing in front of me, her breath uneven, her pupils dilated, her body betraying every last ounce of restraint she had left. She wanted this. She wanted me. And I wasn’t going to make her wait any longer.
I tightened my grip on her chin, tilting her head just enough to force her to meet my eyes. “You’ve never had a man you wanted to submit to before,” I said, my voice low, steady. “But you do want to submit to me. Don’t you, Fiona?”
Her lips parted slightly, as if she was about to deny it, but nothing came out. She swallowed hard, her throat working around words she wasn’t quite ready to say.
Isabella, still wrapped around her from behind, let out a pleased little hum against Fiona’s neck. “Mmm… she does want it,” she whispered, her voice filled with amusement and something darker, something satisfied. “She just doesn’t want to admit it.”
I ran my thumb along Fiona’s lower lip, watching as her breath stuttered. “Say it, Fiona,” I commanded softly. “Tell me what you want.”
Fiona let out a slow, shaky exhale, her body visibly tensing and then relaxing all at once, like she had finally given up fighting herself. “I want you,” she whispered. “I want you to take control of me.”
A slow smile spread across my lips. “Good girl.”
Her eyes widened slightly as a shudder ran through her and I didn’t miss the way her thighs pressed together at those words of mine. Oh, she liked that.
Isabella giggled, clearly catching the reaction as well. “Ohhh, Fiona” she purred, nuzzling against Fiona’s neck. “I think I just learned something about you. I knew this was in you. All that teasing, all that pushing Drew away… you were just waiting for him to be bold and take from you what you really wanted to give him.”
Fiona scowled, but the deep blush on her cheeks, and her lack of denial, told me everything I needed to know. I let go of her hair, sliding my hands down to her waist instead, pulling her flush against me. “I’m going to make you mine,” I told her, my voice low, firm. “You understand that, right?”
She inhaled sharply, her fingers curling into my shirt. “Yes,” she admitted, her voice shaky but full of certainty.
I could feel Fiona’s body tremble slightly at her confession, and that was all the confirmation I needed. She was a dominatrix outside the bedroom, wanting to be in control. But behind closed doors she wanted to be dominated.
Without breaking eye contact, I slid my hand down her body, brushing over her toned stomach, tracing the curve of her hip, then gripping her ass firmly. Fiona sucked in a sharp breath, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt.
I leaned up slightly, my lips brushing just against the shell of her ear. “You saw the bliss that Isabella experienced last night, Fiona,” I murmured. “And I’m going to do the same to you, show you exactly what it means to become my Soul Mate.”
Her breath hitched, and for the first time since I’d known her, Fiona Morales shivered under my touch. Isabella grinned wickedly over Fiona’s shoulder, her hazel eyes alight with excitement. “Ohhh, this is going to be fun.”
And with that, I took Fiona’s hand and led her toward the bedroom as Isabella quickly took her other hand and followed. This time, there would be no teasing, no hesitation, no running, no games. I was going to show her who was boss in the bedroom.
The brightly lit bedroom pulsed with an energy that was both electric and intimate. The air was thick with anticipation, a heady mix of desire and excitement that seemed to cling to every surface.
Fiona, with her fiery red hair cascading in soft waves down her back, stood at the center of the room. Her emerald green eyes sparkled with a mix of nervousness and excitement.
Isabella, her long black curls cascading down her back, stood beside her, a supportive smile playing on her lips. She had a way of making everything feel okay, even when the situation was anything but ordinary.
I walked over to the bed, my footsteps muffled by the plush rug beneath my feet. The silk sheets were cool to the touch as I ran my hand over them, a stark contrast to the heat that was building inside me. I turned to face the two women, my gaze lingering on Fiona for a moment before shifting to Isabella.
“Are you ready for this, Fiona? Are you ready to join the harem?” I asked, my voice steady and calm. I wanted her to know that there was no rush, no pressure.
This was her moment to decide, to choose, to embrace what she truly desired.
Fiona’s eyes met mine, and I saw a flicker of resolve in her gaze. She nodded, her voice steady as she said, “I am.”
Isabella’s smile widened, and she gave Fiona a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. “Then let’s make this official,” she said, her voice filled with warmth and excitement.
I moved closer to Fiona, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it—the moment I had been waiting for, the moment I had dreamed of since the first time I laid eyes on her. I reached up, cupping her face in my hands, my thumbs gently caressing her cheeks.
Her skin was soft, warm, and she leaned into my touch, her eyes never leaving mine. I could feel her breath, shallow and quick, against my lips as I leaned in, my mouth hovering just above hers. I could taste her anticipation, her desire.
Then, slowly, I closed the distance between us, pressing my lips to hers in a soft, gentle kiss. She responded immediately, her hands coming up to grip my wrists, her body pressing against mine. I could feel the heat of her, the curve of her hips, the softness of her breasts against my chest. I deepened the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, tasting her, exploring her.
Fiona melted into me, her body molding to mine as if we were two pieces of a puzzle finally locked into place. Her hands moved from my wrists to my shoulders, then up to my neck, her fingers tangling in my short buzz cut.
Isabella watched us, her eyes dark with desire, her breath coming in soft pants. She reached out, her hands finding Fiona's hips, pulling her back against her own body. Fiona gasped into my mouth, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing into Isabella's touch.
I broke the kiss, my lips trailing down Fiona's neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. She let out a soft moan, her head falling back against Isabella's shoulder.
Isabella took advantage of the position, her lips finding the curve of Fiona's neck, her hands roaming over Fiona's body. I could feel Isabella's touch, light and teasing, through Fiona, her fingers brushing against my chest, my stomach, before moving lower.
She found the hem of Fiona's shirt and pulled it up and over her head, revealing her creamy white breasts and her bright pink nipples that were hard and erect. Isabella's hands found Fiona's breasts, cupping them, her thumbs brushing over the hard nipples. Fiona moaned, her body arching into the touch.
Isabella's hands moved lower, tracing the curve of Fiona's hips, her fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her spandex shorts. Fiona gasped, her body trembling as Isabella's fingers brushed against her clit.
I could feel the heat radiating from her, the wetness seeping through her shorts. I stepped back slightly, my eyes roaming over her body, taking in every curve, every line. She was stunning, her creamy skin flushed with desire, her chest heaving with each breath. Her nipples were hard and erect, begging for attention. I reached out, my fingers brushing against the soft, pink tips, and Fiona let out a soft moan, her body arching into my touch.
I leaned down, my lips capturing one of her nipples, sucking it into my mouth. Fiona cried out, her hands gripping my shoulders, her body pressing against mine.
I could feel her heart pounding, her breath coming in quick gasps. I switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, my tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, my teeth grazing it gently. Fiona's moans filled the room, a symphony of desire and need.
Isabella, not wanting to be left out, moved her hands to Fiona's waistband, hooking her fingers into the fabric. With a swift movement, she pulled down Fiona's shorts, revealing her smooth, waxed labia and the thick patch of fiery red pubic hair groomed into an arrow that pointed down to her slit. Fiona stepped out of the shorts, kicking them aside, her body now completely bare before us.
Isabella's hands roamed over her hips, her ass, her thighs, her touch light and teasing, driving Fiona to the brink of madness. Fiona's breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. She spread her legs slightly, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm, as if begging for more.
I moved my lips from her breasts, trailing kisses down her stomach, my fingers following the path of my mouth. She shivered beneath my touch, her body arching and writhing. I could see the wetness glistening on her inner thighs, the way her clit was swollen and begging for attention.
I could smell her arousal, sweet and intoxicating, filling the air around us. I looked up at her, my eyes locked on hers as I pushed her down onto the bed and slowly lowered myself to my knees, I gripped her inner thighs, my thumbs brushing the soft skin of her inner thighs, teasing her.
Fiona's breath hitched, her eyes widening as she realized what I was about to do. She bit her lower lip, her body tensing slightly, but not pulling away. Isabella, climbed onto the bed taking off her own shirt and shorts as she crawled on her knees until she was behind her. She sat behind Fiona and scooted forward, raising Fiona's head and resting it on her stomach. Isabella leaned in, her lips brushing against Fiona's ear. "I want you to watch as he tastes you, Fiona," she whispered, her voice low and husky.
"I want you to see what he does to you, how he makes you feel."
Fiona's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. I could see the desire in her eyes, the need, the want. She was ready, and I was more than eager to give her what she craved.
I leaned in, my breath hot against her inner thigh. She shivered, her body arching slightly as if begging for more.
I ran my tongue along her inner thigh, tasting her, teasing her, making her wait.
Fiona's breath hitched, her hips bucking slightly as she tried to urge me closer to where she wanted me most. I could feel her desperation, her need, and it only served to fuel my own desire. Isabella's hands roamed over Fiona's body, her touch gentle and soothing, until she found her breasts and cupped them. She pinched Fiona's bright pink nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, rolling them between them as she pinched them.
"Beg me to taste you," I said. "I want you to tell me how desperate you are to feel me lick you, to kiss you, to suck on your clit. Tell me." I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. I wanted to hear her say it, to admit her desire, her need for me. I wanted to hear her beg.
Fiona's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting mine. "I want you to taste me, Drew," Fiona whispered, her voice shaky but filled with determination. I want you to make me feel things I've never felt before. Please, Drew, please," Fiona begged, her voice barely a whisper, but filled with desperation and need.
A slow smile spread across my lips, my eyes never leaving hers. "Good girl," I murmured, my voice low and husky and once again she shuddered as I used that phrase. "I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before. I'm going to make you mine."
With that, I leaned in, my tongue swirling around her clit, teasing her, tasting her. Fiona cried out, her body arching off the bed, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her.
I could feel her body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I took my time, my tongue exploring every inch of her folds, tasting her, teasing her, driving her wild.
Isabella's hands continued to focus on Fiona's breasts and nipples while her lips brushed against her neck, her ear, her shoulder. She was whispering to Fiona, soft words of encouragement, of praise, of desire. I could hear her voice, low and husky, filled with lust and need.
I could feel her body quivering beneath me, her hips bucking against my mouth as I continued to tease her, to taste her, to drive her to the brink of madness. "That's it, Fiona," Isabella whispered. "Look at how much he enjoys tasting you. Let go and let him make you feel good. You know you want it. You know you need it."
Fiona's breaths came in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling as she struggled to hold back the orgasm I could feel building within her. She let out a soft whimper, her hips bucking against my mouth. I knew she was close so I inserted two fingers into her pussy and began to stroke them, in and out, feeling for the firm rough patch that signified her G-spot.
I found it, and I began to stroke it with my fingers, her moans and whimpers filling the room. I could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around my fingers, her body trembling with need. Her muscles clenched around my fingers as I continued to fuck her with my fingers, her body trembling with need.
Fiona's breath hitched, her back arching off the bed as she cried out, her body convulsing as the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her. I could feel her pussy clenching around my fingers, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
I didn't let up for a second, continuing my ministrations, as her orgasm rolled through her body, her hips bucking as I pressed my face against her pussy.
I wanted to feel her come undone. I wanted to hear her scream my name. So, as she began to come down, I attacked her pussy once more.
I wanted to make sure she had no time to recover, no time to think, no time to do anything but feel. I wanted her to be a slave to her own pleasure, to my touch, to my tongue, to my fingers.
I could feel her body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I continued to lick and suck on her clit, my fingers still buried deep inside her, stroking her G-spot. She was close again, so close, and I wanted to quickly push her over the edge once more. It didn't take long.
Fiona's body was already primed, her nerves already on edge, and I could feel her building toward another orgasm. Her moans filled the room, growing louder and more desperate with each passing second. I could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around my fingers as she approached the edge of ecstasy. Her body arched off the bed, her back bowing beautifully as she screamed my name, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. I continued to alternately lap at her folds and to suck her clit but her convulsions made it impossible to keep my fingers in her pussy as I worked to draw out every last shudder and gasp from her body.
Her body was trembling, her legs quivering as she slowly came down from her high, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I could feel her body relaxing, her muscles unclenching, her breath slowly returning to normal. I gently pressed my lips to her inner thigh, a soft kiss, a gentle caress, before I slowly pulled away, my eyes never leaving hers.
Fiona's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting mine. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, her body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. She looked sated, satisfied, and utterly beautiful. She looked like a woman who had been thoroughly loved.
I stood up, my body aching with need, my cock throbbing with desire. Isabella, still behind Fiona, leaned in to whisper something in her ear. Fiona's eyes widened slightly, and she nodded. Isabella smiled, her eyes meeting mine as she gave me a knowing look.
I watched as Isabella climbed off the bed and walked over to me. She reached up, her fingers brushing against my cheek, her eyes filled with warmth and desire. "You're amazing," she whispered, her voice low and husky. "Fiona is lucky to have you."
I leaned into her touch, my eyes never leaving hers. "And she hasn't even been introduced to my cock yet," I replied, my voice steady and sure. Isabella smiled and raised my shirt, taking it over my head and off of me, then she pulled my shorts down, by massive cock springing free as I watched for Fiona's reaction to my size.
I watched her eyes widen, her breath hitch, and her lips part slightly as she took in the sight of me. I could see the mix of apprehension and excitement in her gaze, and it only served to fuel my own desire. Isabella continued to stroke my cock and balls as she turned to the bed and crawled back up on it. She positioned herself behind Fiona, her hands roaming over Fiona's body, her touch gentle and soothing.
"I think it's time for you to her what her heart desires, Drew," Isabella whispered, her voice low and husky.
"If she wants my cock, I want to hear her say it. I want her to tell me where to put it," I said in reply.
"I want her to beg for it. I want to hear her say the words that will make her mine." I wanted to make sure she was ready, that she understood what she was getting into. I wanted her to know that there was no turning back, not from this moment, not from this decision, not from me. I wanted her to know that once she said the words, she was mine, completely and utterly.
Fiona's eyes met mine, her gaze steady and sure. She licked her lips, her breath coming in soft pants as she nodded. "I want your cock, Drew," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but filled with determination. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me yours.
I want you to fill me, to stretch me, to make me feel you deep inside me. I want you to fuck me, Drew. "Good girl," I murmured, my voice low and husky.
I watched as her body shuddered as I again praised her for being a good girl, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she anticipated what was to come. I positioned myself between her legs and grabbed her ankles, pushing them back towards her ears, raising her hips.
"Hold her ankles right here," I told Isabella. She grabbed Fiona's ankles from me and held them back to the side of Fiona's ears as I scooted up and placed my cock on top of Fiona's plump labia that had now turned from a creamy white to a blushing pink in color. I began to slap my cock on her labia firmly.
The sound of my cock slapping against her wet flesh filled the room, a primal, erotic symphony that sent shivers down my spine and made Fiona's breath hitch in her throat. Her hips bucked slightly, her body begging for more as I continued to tease her, to torment her, to drive her wild with desire.
As I kept slapping her labia with my cock I spoke to her, "Tell me where you want me, Fiona," I commanded softly, my voice steady and sure. "Tell me what you need."
Fiona's breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly as she understood what I was asking. She licked her lips, her body tensing with anticipation. "I want you inside me, Drew," she whispered, her voice shaky but filled with determination. "I want you to fuck my pussy. I want to feel you stretching me, filling me, making me yours." "Good girl," I murmured, my voice low and husky.
I could see the effect my praise had on her, the way her body responded to my words, the way her breath hitched, and her eyes dilated. I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance, feeling the heat and wetness radiating from her. I looked into her eyes, making sure she was ready, making sure she understood what was about to happen.
"Are you ready?" I asked her, my voice steady and sure.
Fiona nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but filled with determination. "I'm ready."
I pushed the head of my cock against her entrance, feeling her body tense slightly as she prepared herself for what was to come. Heat radiated from her pussy, her wetness made it easy for my to slide inside, with only a momentary resistance delaying me. I push forward, slowly, gently, half inch by half inch, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me.
Fiona's breath hitched, her eyes widening and rolling back into her head as she moaned in a delightful mix of pleasure and a bit of pain as I entered her.
I could feel her body stretching to accommodate me, her walls clenching around my cock as I slowly inched my way deeper inside her. I took my time, savoring every inch, every sensation, every sound she made. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of desire and need that only served to fuel my own.
Isabella watched us, her eyes dark with lust, her breath coming in soft pants. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Fiona's ear, her voice low and husky as she whispered words of encouragement and praise. "You're doing so well, Fiona," she murmured. "You're taking him so beautifully. Look at how much he enjoys being inside you.
Look at how he fills you, stretches you, makes you feel things you've never felt before. You're incredible, Fiona. You're amazing." Fiona's breath hitched, her body tensing as she took me deeper, her hips bucking slightly as she adjusted to my size. I could feel her body trembling, her muscles clenching around me as I continued to push deeper, deeper, until I was fully sheathed inside her.
I paused, giving her a moment to adjust, to breathe, to feel. Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting mine, and I could see the pleasure she was feeling in her eyes, the sheer intensity of the sensation.
I leaned down, the change in position giving me another half inch of penetration and I felt my cock bottom out in her pussy, her body went rigid and she groaned as the head of my cock pressed gently against her cervix. My lips brushed against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice low and husky.
Fiona nodded, her breath coming in soft pants. "Oh gods, Drew, yes," she whispered. "I just need a moment to adjust. I've never had a man this deep, pressed on my cervix like this. It feels really pleasant like this."
I smiled, my lips brushing against hers once more before I back up, my eyes never leaving hers. "Take all the time you need," I murmured. "I'm not going anywhere."
She let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing slightly as she took a deep breath. I could feel her body adjusting to mine, her muscles slowly unclenching, her breath returning to normal.
I took my time, savoring the moment, savoring the sensation of being inside her, of feeling her body wrapped around me. I could feel the heat radiating from her, the wetness that coated my cock, the way her muscles clenched and unclenched around me.
Fiona's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting mine, and I could see the pleasure she was feeling in her eyes, the sheer intensity of the sensation. "I'm ready," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but filled with determination.
I leaned down, my lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss.
"Good girl," I murmured against her mouth. Her body responded to my praise, her hips bucking slightly, her muscles clenching around my cock. I could feel her body adjusting to mine, her breath coming in soft pants as she prepared herself for what was to come.
"Fiona," I began. "Do wish to become my Soul Mate and join Isabella in my harem?"
Fiona's breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the weight of my words. "Gods yes, Drew. I want to be yours, completely and utterly."
Isabella squealed in delight. "Yes!" As she calmed down a bit she exhaled and explained the ritual to Fiona, "This is a bit of a ritual to activate Drew's Soul Mate power that will bind you to him. Just follow his lead and repeat the vow he does just switching names. After the vows he will fuck you until you cum and then he will cum inside you. Be ready, his cock spits a flood of ropes with pressure behind them."
"I remember, Isabella," Fiona replied. "I did watch him do the same to you last night," Fiona whispered back to Isabella.
I kept my cock buried to the hilt and began the ritual by reciting my vow to her. "I confess to you, Fiona," I began, my voice a low whisper, "I want you and want to be your Soul Mate. I want to be bound to you till death do us part."
She smiled at me, her eyes filling with tears of joy at my words. Then she responded with her vow to me. "I confess to you, Drew," Fiona began, her voice a low sultry whisper. "I want you and want to be your Soul Mate. I want to be bound to you till death do us part." Fiona's voice was steady and sure, her eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the weight of her words, the sincerity in her tone, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
"Fiona, my love," I whispered, my voice low and husky. "You are mine. You are mine to protect, to cherish, to love. You are mine to command, to please, and to satisfy, you are my good girl."
I said that last part to see how she would react and she shivered and her pussy clenched around my cock as the words rolled off of my tongue. With that, I began to fuck her with long, slow strokes, placing my thumb at the top of her slit, pressing down and rubbing her clit with slow sensual circles.
I could feel her body responding, her hips moving in sync with mine, her breath coming in soft pants every time I reached the end of a stroke. Withdrawing until only my head was left inside, a pant and when I buried myself to the hilt, another pant. Each pant was punctuated by cute little moans that told me how much pleasure she was feeling.
I leaned down, my lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss as I continued to fuck her. I could feel her body responding, her hips moving in sync with mine. I could feel her body trembling, as my thumb continued rubbing her clit in slow, sensual circles. I could feel her body building towards another orgasm, her muscles tensing, her breath quickening, turning into shorter sharper gasps, her moans turning to whimpers.
My tongue slipping into her mouth, tasting her, exploring her, as I continued to fuck her. I could feel her body responding to mine, her hips bucking against me, her muscles clenching around my cock as I continued to thrust into her.
I rose back up and quickened the pace of my thrusts, keeping them long, but pistoning my hips faster and pounding them into her.
The room was filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, the wetness of her pussy coating my cock. I could hear her moans, her whimpers, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she approached the edge of her ecstasy.
She cried out, her body arching off the bed, her hands gripping on my thighs, her nails digging into my skin. The pain was a delicious contrast to the pleasure I was feeling, and it only served to fuel my own desire.
Her body was trembling, her muscles clenching around my cock as I continued to pound into her. I could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around my cock as she approached the edge of her ecstasy.
The ritual demanded that before I could paint the inner walls of her pussy white, she had to have her orgasm with my cock inside her first. I needed to get her there first, and began to press my thumb harder against her clit, rubbing it with more pressure, and more speed. I could feel her body responding, her hips bucking against me, her muscles clenching around my cock as I continued to thrust into her. "I want you to come for me. I want to feel you cum all over my cock. I want to feel your muscles clench around me, milking me, begging for my cum. I want you to give me your orgasm, Fiona. Now."
Fiona's breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly as she took in my words.
I could see the effect they had on her, the way her body responded to my command, the way her breath hitched, and her eyes dilated.
"Please, Drew," she begged, her voice barely a whisper, but filled with desperation and need. "Please, make me cum."
Fiona’s voice was a desperate plea, a whimper of need that sent a surge of power and desire through me. I could feel her body trembling beneath me, her muscles clenching around my cock as I continued to thrust into her, my thumb pressing against her clit with relentless pressure and speed.
Fiona's body was a symphony of sensation, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her moans filling the room. She was close, so close, and I could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around my cock as she approached the edge of ecstasy.
I leaned down, my lips brushing against hers in a fierce, demanding kiss.
I could taste her desperation, her need, her desire, and it only served to fuel my own. I broke the kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I looked into her eyes. "Come for me, Fiona," I commanded, my voice low and steady. "Give me your orgasm.
Fiona's eyes widened slightly, her body tensing as she took in my words. She let out a soft whimper, her hips bucking against me, her muscles clenching around my cock as her orgasm exploded. Her body convulsed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. I could feel her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me, begging for my cum. I could feel her body trembling, her muscles tensing as she rode out her orgasm, her moans filling the room.
I continued to thrust into her, my hips moving in a steady rhythm, my thumb still pressing against her clit, prolonging her orgasm, drawing out every last shudder and gasp. Her body was slick with sweat, her skin flushed with desire, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as she slowly came down from her high.
I stopped moving, "Let her ankles go, Izzy." I wanted her recovered for the finale. I wanted to pound her doggy style but I wanted to reward Isabella too. I wanted Fiona's face in Isabella's pussy, eating Isabella as I fucked her.
Isabella did as I asked and Fiona's legs came back down and she wrapped her long shapely legs around my waist, keeping my cock firmly buried in her pussy. Fiona lay in Isabella's lap as she caught her breath and asked me a question. "Was I a good girl?" Fiona asked, her voice breathy and soft, her eyes still glazed with the remnants of her orgasm. She looked up at me through her lashes, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips.
I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Almost," I murmured, my voice low and husky. "I still need to cum in you. Do exactly as I ask and you will be a very good girl."
Fiona's eyes widened slightly, her body tensing with anticipation. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
I smiled, my eyes never leaving hers.
"I want you to turn around and get on your hands and knees. I want you to put your face in Isabella's pussy and eat it while I fuck you from behind. I want you to make her cum for me," I paused for a moment, letting my words sink in, letting her process what I was asking her to do. "Do you understand?" I asked, my voice steady and sure.
Fiona's eyes widened slightly, her breath hitching as she took in my words. She bit her lower lip, her body trembling with anticipation.
"Yes, I understand," she whispered, her voice shaky but filled with determination. "I want to make you happy, Drew. I want to be a good girl for you."
I smiled, my heart swelling with pride and desire. "Now, turn around and get on your hands and knees. Let me see that beautiful ass of yours."
Fiona did as I commanded, her body moving with a grace and fluidity that was both mesmerizing and erotic. She turned around, her back arching slightly as she positioned herself on her hands and knees, her ass raised high in the air.
I could see the glistening wetness of her pussy, the way her body was still trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm. Her legs were slightly spread, giving me a perfect view of her most intimate place. Her ass cheeks were full and round, and I couldn’t help but reach out and give them a gentle squeeze, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingers.
Isabella, grabbed some pillows and placed them under her shoulder, "I want to watch you eat me while he fucks you, Fiona. Make me squeal!" Isabella demanded, her voice filled with a playful challenge.
Fiona looked at Isabella, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "With pleasure," she replied, her voice sultry and confident.
I watched as Fiona leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste Isabella's glistening folds. Isabella let out a soft moan, her hips bucking slightly as Fiona's tongue made contact. I could see the pleasure in Isabella's eyes, the way her body responded to Fiona's touch, and it only served to fuel my own desire.
I positioned myself behind Fiona, my cock still hard and ready.
I ran my hands over her ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. Fiona moaned against Isabella's pussy, the vibration sending a shiver through Isabella's body. I could see Isabella's fingers tangling in Fiona's hair, guiding her, urging her on.
I lined up the head of my cock with Fiona's entrance, feeling the heat and wetness radiating from her. I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me once again. Fiona moaned, the sound muffled by Isabella's pussy, but I could feel the vibration, the pleasure she was feeling.
I began to move, my hips thrusting against her, my cock sliding in and out of her slick folds.
Fiona moaned, the sound vibrating against Isabella's clit, making her hips buck and her fingers grip Fiona's hair tighter. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, the wetness of Fiona's pussy coating my cock, and the soft moans and whimpers of pleasure from both women.
I could feel Fiona's body responding to mine, her hips moving in sync with my thrusts, her muscles clenching around my cock. Reaching out, my hands gripped her hips, pulling her back into me as I thrust forward, increasing my tempo, bit by bit. I could feel my big heavy balls swinging, slapping hard against her pussy, pounding her clit as they hit.
"Oh, fuck me, Drew!" Fiona cried into Isabella's pussy. "Your balls are nailing my clit so good!" Fiona moaned, her voice muffled, but her pleasure evident. Isabella's hips bucked, her body trembling as she rode Fiona's face, her fingers gripping her hair tightly. "I'm so close, Drew," Isabella panted, her voice breathy and desperate. "I can feel her tongue, her lips, her teeth. She's driving me wild."
I grinned, my hips moving faster, my cock pounding into Fiona with a ferocity that matched the intensity of the moment. Ripples radiated out from where my hips slapped into her buttocks. The site of it was mesmerizing to me and I marveled at the perfectness of Fiona's ass.
I could feel my own orgasm building, the pressure in my balls growing with each thrust. I reached down, my fingers finding Fiona's clit, rubbing it in tight circles, matching the pace of my thrusts.
Isabella went rigid, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as tremors began to shake her body. She cried out in ecstasy. "I’m cumming! Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!" Isabella's voice was a high-pitched squeal of pleasure, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her. Fiona moaned against Isabella's pussy, her own body trembling as she rode out the waves of Isabella's pleasure. The vibrations from Fiona’s moans sent shivers through Isabella, prolonging her orgasm and intensifying the sensation.
I could feel Fiona's body responding to mine, her muscles clenching around my cock as I continued to thrust into her. I could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around my cock as she approached the edge of her ecstasy once more. I felt my own approaching as well, my balls drew up and the pressure in them built to the point of bursting.
I increased the pace of my thrusts, my hips moving in a steady, relentless rhythm as I pounded into her. The room was filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, the wetness of her pussy coating my cock, and the soft moans and whimpers of pleasure from both women.
"Fiona," I growled, my voice low and husky. "I'm going to cum! I'm going to make you mine!" I pounded my hips into Fiona's ass, my cock sliding in and out of her slick folds with ease. My balls, heavy and full, slapped against her clit with each thrust, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. I could feel her body trembling, her muscles clenching around my cock as she approached the edge of her ecstasy once more. Her moans were muffled by Isabella's pussy, but the vibrations sent shivers through both of their bodies, intensifying the pleasure.
Fiona's body was slick with sweat, her skin flushed with desire. I could see the curve of her spine, the way her muscles tensed and relaxed with each thrust.
Her body was a symphony of sensation, and I was the conductor, orchestrating every note, every beat, every crescendo. I could feel her body responding to mine, her muscles clenching around my cock as I continued to pound into her. My fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as I drove into her with a ferocity that matched the intensity of the moment.
My body tensed as the pressure in my balls and my cock became too much and went over the edge. I made one last desperate thrust, burying my cock as deep as I could inside of her as my first rope exploded into her pussy.
Fiona let out a muffled scream as she felt the hot ropes of my cum filling her, the sensation pushing her over the edge into her own orgasm. The walls of her pussy clenched around me, milking me, pulling my cum deeper inside her. I could feel her body convulsing, her muscles clenching around my cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her moans were loud and uninhibited, vibrating against Isabella's pussy, prolonging her orgasm as well.
I held myself deep inside of her, my cock pulsing as rope after rope of my hot cum filled her pussy. I could feel her body trembling, her muscles clenching around me as she rode out her orgasm.
My own body was shaking, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I poured every last drop of my cum into her. The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the wetness of our bodies, and the soft moans and whimpers that filled the air.
Fiona's body slowly relaxed, her muscles unclenching, her breath returning to normal. I could feel her body still trembling slightly, her muscles still clenching around my cock as she came down from her high. I leaned down, pressing her body down fully onto the bed with my own, keeping my cock buried in her as my hips pressed down on her large round ass. I planted a soft kiss to her shoulder, my lips brushing against her sweat-slicked skin. "You were a very good girl, Fiona," I murmured, my voice low and husky.
I could feel her body shiver beneath me, her muscles clenching around my cock as she responded to my praise. I stayed sheathed in her pussy, my cock still hard and pulsing with the beat of my heart.
Fiona let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing beneath me. I could feel her breath coming in soft pants, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity of her orgasm. I pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder.