The Choices Being Made (Book #2, Choices series)

14

"Wh-" Polly started.

"I need to be on top," Mason said. "It's just how I pictured it. It's silly, but it's just how..."

Polly just quickly flopped over and beckoned him over as she spread her legs. "I'll take you any way I can get you, baby."

Mason crawled over her, his hands braced by her ears. Michael took the spot that Mason abandoned and watched him situate himself over Polly.

Mason began to kiss her again, sipping at her lips. Teasing her to follow him as he would retreat. Only to come back for more.

Polly's fingers were laced in his hair as he continued his thrust and parry, dueling mouths and tongues.

Mason began to grind his cock on Polly's slit. Circling her clit with the underside of this shaft. He then pulled back a bit, the tip kissing the wetness of her folds.

"Mason, please!" Polly moaned with need. "Please, baby."

Mason leaned back and angled his cock so it aligned with her slick hole. He then began to bring his weight down on her, allowing gravity to push the mushroom shaped head into her heated core.

"Oh God," he whispered as his head lowered to her neck the further he invaded her pussy. Once he was fully seated inside her, he repositioned himself so that he once again was braced on his arms. He didn't want to put too much weight on her abdomen, and the need to move was too much.

Mason began to move his hips back, allowing the his cock to slowly feel the spongy ridges inside her. Then he slowly lowered his hips to repeat the sensation over his engorged shaft. It was like he was savoring the feeling.

Polly's hands went to his tight ass and squeezed the cheeks to pull him close after another slow retreat. Mason took the hint and increased his movements.

He then press his pelvic bone down and circled his hips, giving short pumps. Polly loved that feeling because the hard ridge of his bone pressed to her clit. Over and over he circled as her breathing increases. "Mason..."

The orgasm came over her slowly, like it was also savoring the moment. Taking its time to fully realize itself throughout her limbs. It sent messages to her body to coil around the man on top of her. To snake her arms and legs over every tone plane. To get as close and as deep as they could get.

And it succeeded. Mason was close and tucked in around her body as his own body shook and released every ounce of pent up need.

"Oh fuck," Mason shuttered as his sweaty brow ran up Polly's neck and cheek. He opened his eyes to examine her face, and all she could see in his bright blues was love.

Polly saw Michael's hand reach up and brush back a stray hair from Mason's forehead.

"Indeed so very beautiful," Michael repeated the word that summed up not only Mason but the love they all shared.

Michael cupped Mason's cheek and then slid his fingers back to be able to pull him closer. Michael gave Mason as long kiss.

He then reached for Polly's cheek and did the same. Mason stood, and Michael gathered Polly in his arms. He rolled her so she was draped on his body.

Mason lay back down. On his side he propped his head on his palm.

Polly could feel Mason's cum leak down to Michael's lower abdominals. She felt boneless but wanted to feel Michael inside her. "Please, Michael," she said near his ear. "Please make love to me."

"Sweet, sweet love?" His teasing tickled her ear.

"I never said those words," she giggled.

"But that's what you are getting," he said as she felt him position her over his cock.

Michael slowly pulled her down on top of him. Between her release and Mason's her pussy walls were coated in a thick cream. It allowed Michael to easily enter and seat himself in the underside of her cervix.

"He is so big, isn't he?" Mason said as he looked into Polly's eyes. "You look so amazingly full as he enters you. It shows on your face each time. It is so exquisite."

"You both make me feel so good, baby," she said softly as she felt Michael begin to move inside her. She hated that he basically did all the work, but her body felt too relaxed too move.

She felt her breasts begin to let down again. Michael was now covered in a sheen of her milk and sweat. She finally found the energy to rise up a bit and look down.

Her hands splayed over her chest as she ran her fingers through the mess, feeling his tightening muscles. She felt like she had marked him, claimed him as hers in that moment.

It encouraged her to sit upright and bounce on his cock. Over and over she forced the large shaft as far as it could reach. She felt the bruising it caused as it hit places not meant for man.

The culmination of feelings both mentally and physically caused another orgasm to take over her body. This time it ripped through her like it was trying to destroy her through pleasure.

Polly's pussy contracted over Michael's cock violently as her breast leaked down her front. Michael's hands ran up her torso and squeezed the full tits before him. They filled his hands and pour through his fingers.

"Shit," he muttered pulling her toward him with his arms wrapped around her middle. With one hand behind her head and the other arm over her back, he eliminated all space between them as he came.

The force of his orgasm caused his cock to thrust further back with stream after stream of cum hitting the back wall of Polly's vagina.

Michael eventually began to loosen his grip on his fiancé. She soon found herself laying between the two sweat, milk and cum covered men. The evidence of their love made them literally dirty, even when their sex was rather clean as compared to other nights of debauchery.

"Merry Christmas," Polly said kissing both men on the cheek.

"No shower?" Michael asked still catching his breath.

"No, I rather like how I feel."

"Mmm. Me, too," Mason said as he pulled Polly closer.

"Fine by me," Michael said as his fingers ran along Polly's weeping slit. "But we must not waste." He took the gathered cum and placed it before her. "Lick."

Polly took his hand in hers and licked his fingers clean.

"Good girl," he said as he nuzzled against her neck and placed his now clean hand on her round belly.