Breaking Perfect (21 page)

She waited as he slowly fed his cock down the back of her
throat. Taking one last breath of air she felt him reach the deepest point and
she swallowed. Mason groaned long and hard then retreated. He did this a few
more times and Liberty grew more comfortable with it, knowing he would never
hold himself there for more than a couple seconds.

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.

Mason paused and Liberty let out a protesting moan. Sean
watched as Mase slowly reached for his wife’s shoulder and leaned down to her
ear. Mason softly whispered, but Sean heard every word.

“Liberty, we’re being watched.”

Liberty stiffened and slowly raised her head. Her deep blue
eyes, now the color of stormy skies, found Sean’s immediately. Her cheeks were
flushed and she nervously licked her lips.

Looking back in Mason’s eyes, Sean knew he was too far gone
with lust to be thinking clearly. He was being completely driven by the
eroticism of the moment. He’d always been a bit of an exhibitionist.

Mason gently pulled Liberty up by the shoulders and kissed
and licked her neck as he held her up for inspection. Her arms crossed over her
small breasts and Sean could see where Mason’s fat cock filled her little
pussy. She was shaven smooth and her folds glistened with arousal. The vein on
Mason’s cock bulged and curved to remain inside of her in this upward position.

Liberty panted and gazed seductively at him. By the looks of
things, she found the idea of being watched erotic as well, but also struggled
with it, as a hint of panic infused her stare. Knowing Mason, he wouldn’t allow
her to hold any shame in moments of intimacy. What happened next validated
Sean’s suspicions.

Mason’s hands went to Liberty’s and he gently eased them away
from her breasts. He used one hand to circle her wrists and pull her arms down.
“Show Sean your pretty tits, Liberty.”

Liberty responded to his direction. It was a beautiful
display of submission. One that Sean found intoxicating. His cock lengthened a
little more and he reached down to adjust himself. Mason still seemed to follow
a dominant no shame policy.
 

Mason transferred both hands under her arms and guided her
limbs around his neck. The caress caused a tickle of chills to chase over
Liberty’s flesh and Sean could actually see her nipples ruche a bit more. They
were beautiful, small, tight, and, as he already knew, deep pink. He swallowed.

Mason’s fingers went to those perfect little nipples and
pinched them between his fingers. Liberty moaned long and deep. Her head fell
back on Mason’s shoulder and her eyes shut. She was drunk on passion, totally
gone. Sean had never imagined Liberty appearing so free and unrestrained. It
was beautiful.

Mason played a little longer with her breasts, still seated
deep inside of her, then he whispered, “Liberty.” Her eyes opened only into
drowsy slits. “What if I told you I wanted Sean to suck on your pretty
nipples?” She moaned. “Would you do that for me? I know you’ll enjoy it. Sean
has such a nice mouth, don’t you think?”

Liberty arched, her cunt sliding down further over Mason’s
slick cock as he held her to him. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes, Mason.”

Mason looked back to him and raised an eyebrow as if to ask
what Sean thought about that. Sean shook his head. He couldn’t. Liberty was
Mason’s wife! He’d already been tempted by her beauty once. He couldn’t allow
himself to do this. But oh, he wanted to. His cock throbbed and he touched
himself again through his briefs. Mason’s eyes zeroed in on the movement and
Sean watched as he thrust one long stroke deep into Liberty’s pussy. She cried
out and writhed in his arms.

Sean was frozen in place. This was wrong.

“Come here, Sean.”

The command in Mason’s voice both excited and irritated Sean.
He was weak when Mason used such a tone with him, and yet control had been
something they each battled for in their relationship. Two alpha males, each
struggling to be on top. Sean usually wound up being in control, requiring
Mason’s complete trust and surrender. Trust he had forsaken the minute he
walked away from their relationship. He took a step forward and halted.

Mason pacified his whimpering wife, who was teetering on what
was sure to be an explosive orgasm, by ramming his cock into her a few times as
he waited for Sean. Mase’s uncivilized grunt that followed each thrust enlightened
Sean to just how sweet Libby’s little pussy was. Mase cupped and plumped her
breasts as if offering them to his friend.

“Tell Sean what I want. What you want to give me, Liberty.”

Her head slowly tilted forward from where she’d been lolling
on his shoulder. Lustful blue eyes stared into his. “Please help me, please my
husband, Sean. Please come touch my breasts.”

She asked so prettily Sean found himself moving forward. Mase
smiled slowly at his progress. His hands coasted over her small breasts and up
the length of her thin arms. He unlatched her arms from around his neck and
held them out to the side. She looked like a pagan sacrifice upon a cross.
Mason was offering her to him.

Sean dropped to his knees. He could smell the scent of her
arousal dripping down Mason’s cock and heavy sac. God, he wanted to lick it up,
but he was only invited to play with these pretty tits. His hand slowly reached
out. His fingers were actually shaking. A breath away from her heated flesh, he
paused. He looked into Mason’s gaze and the other man smiled.

“Touch her, Sean. Help me pleasure her. I want to make her
come, but not yet. First I want her begging for it.”

Sean pushed out a shaky breath and tried to make his
heartbeat slow down. He reached forward and slowly ran the tips of his fingers
over the soft curve of Liberty’s breast. She sighed, and Sean reveled in giving
her what she asked for.

His thumb traveled down the upturned slope of her breast and
pinched down hard over that small, cherry tip. Liberty hissed in a breath
through her teeth and looked at him in question.

“Sean isn’t as gentle as I am, Liberty. Do you still want him
to touch you?”

Sean waited. He wasn’t a gentle lover, thus his preference of
male lovers. Well, one male lover. He’d done a lot of experimenting in his
younger days and traveled through different scenes, only to surrender to the
idea that he would likely always be a loner.

“What do you want, Mason? If it pleases you, it pleases me.”

“I want Sean to suck those pretty tits.”

Sean waited and Liberty looked up at him, so God damn
beautiful he wanted to take her and run away with her. “Please suck my breasts,
Sean.” Je-sus-Christ. There was no refusing a request like that.

Sean’s weight rested on his knees as he leaned in and inhaled
the soft, clean scent of her skin. His tongue extended and flicked over one
nipple. Liberty gasped and arched, begging for more.

Mason pulled her arms tighter to her side, which caused her
chest to expand toward his mouth. “Sean is in charge of your pleasure, Liberty.
Only me and Sean.”

Sean looked up at Mason and he nodded. That was all the
permission he needed. His large palm went around Liberty’s slender waist and
flattened on her back, bringing her front to his mouth. The heat of Mason’s
chest scorched the back of his hand and familiar smells of long ago clouded his
mind. He pulled the little tip of Liberty’s breast into his mouth and sucked
the bud hard between his lips, adding the slight pressure of his teeth.

She cried out and her body moved as Mason pumped inside of
her, twice, hard. “Prettiest little nipples you’ve ever seen, aren’t they,
Sean?”

Sean groaned his admiration. “They sure are. So tight and
pink. Makes me want to stretch those little breasts tight around my cock and
fuck her there.”

He sucked the other nipple into his mouth and sat back to
admire the two wet tips. They were slightly redder than they had been. Mason
released her arms and they fell to her sides. His hand fed through the space
over her hip and traveled down to the delta of her pussy.

“And here, Sean, look here. See how she keeps herself so
smooth and pretty for me.”

Sean grunted in acknowledgement and agreement. “Very
beautiful.”

“Liberty, how would you feel about Sean licking that sweet
little clit of yours while I fuck your pussy nice, slow, and deep?” She began
to pant and moan. “I think that’s a yes. What do you think, Sean?”

“Let’s see.” Sean took the tip of his finger and swirled it
over her breasts and down her narrow torso. She was so soft and delicate,
hanging by a thread on the verge of complete ecstasy. His finger eased over her
smooth mound and he noticed the tiny tip of her clit peeking past her flesh
stretched taut over Mason’s wide cock. God, he wanted them both.

His finger pressed over her clit as if he was flicking a
switch and she jerked in Mason’s hold.

“Can you take it, Liberty? If it’s too much, we’ll stop,”
Mason whispered. She breathed hard and Sean flicked and toyed with her clit.
“Tell me, Liberty. Should we stop?”

“No!” she answered almost frantically.

“Do you want to feel Sean’s mouth on you there?”

“Yes, please.”

“Then ask him nice.”

Sean saw the battle she faced to simply open her eyes and
form words. When she looked at him breath slipped past her pouty, full lips and
a trickle of cum slipped over the head of his cock. The tip of her pink tongue
licked over the full curve of her lower lip and she swallowed.

“Sean, will you please lick my pussy?”