All Chapters of Lovers In Disguise: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

straddling me, my cock still inside of her. Still trying to regain her senses after her orgasm, she sagsagainst my chest, and I use that as an excuse to further shift her around on my lap so that I can freelyslam my cock up into her. The moment I start fucking her again her breathless pants turn to nearanimalistic grunts, her fingers digging into my upper arms to find purchase. Grabbing her ass to keepher where I need her to be I keep going like that for a few more thrusts, then stop, stealing her breathaway with my tongue invading her mouth. I keep kneading her ass roughly as our kiss turns tosomething more resembling sucking and biting, but when she tries to move her hips, I force her tokeep still a little longer.Taking the obvious hint Jazz joins us again then. With Bella all over me I can't see him, but I feel hisknee bump against mine, then his fingers pushing into her through the thin wall of her pussy. Bella'sresidual moaning rises in pitch, and I think I fe

I give that some thought, mostly to humor him, before I can't hold a chuckle back in. He looks irritatedat first but then joins in, shaking his head."Man, I know just how soap opera that sounds! But seriously, what shall I do?""Just be yourself," I reply sagely, then snort and go back on that. "Just your non-deceiving, not toomuch of an asshole kind of self. And no grand gestures, those really never work out."He nods, agreeing with me, before he turns the motion into a shrug."Well, you asking Bella if she'd marry you kind of did work out for you."I chuckle, shaking my head."Last time I checked we're not engaged anymore, whatever the fuck that even means, so I'm sure thereare a lot of women between ages five to a hundred who would disagree with you.""You're still together, madly in love, apparently both secure enough in your relationship to fuck thesame guy, and in Bella's case, abuse me as a bed warmer, to me that sounds a long way towards'working out', if you

"How about a more hands-on example?""Sure."Trying hard not to grin I catch his gaze, then force myself to lose all the friendly playfulness that hasbeen in the foreground of our conversation the whole time."Get up and strip."Jazz looks a little perplexed but after a moment's hesitation he obeys, shedding his clothes without aword of protest. I'm amused to see that he's getting hard already, although the cool temperature of theroom is obviously taking its toll, too. I remain seated, even lean back in a relaxed manner as I look upat him where he's standing naked before me, physically imposing but not in the least bit towering overme.Tuning my voice to a more conversational timbre, I ask him the quintessential question."Why did you just do that?"He blinks, then even looks a little pissed, but his uncertainty about my motives is so obvious."Uh, because you asked me to?""Sure, but was that your only driving force? I mean, what made you get up and strip?""I gue

myself respond to him, forcing me to take a step back if I want to avoid pressing my hard cock againsthis ass. As used as I am to Bella's slight form by now the contrast is even more obvious, and I have toadmit, I've missed the challenge of being in control of someone I can't just pick up and throw over myshoulder, or hold down easily with just the weight of my body.Jazz is close to reaching his orgasm soon, and just when I'm wondering if he'll ask for permission tocome or not, he utters a low "Please!""Please? Please what?""Please let me come?"It's more a question now than before, and for neglecting to call me 'Sir'again I leave him hanging for a few more minutes while I add more of a squeeze to my even pumping,but then relent."Come."And he does, almost immediately, hot streams hitting his stomach and dribbling over my fingers.Locking his muscles Jazz remains standing still then, his loud breathing echoing through the room.With my cock so hard it would be

The morning of Thanksgiving I wake up unusually late – probably due to our nightly exploits – andalone. I bide my time stretching and rubbing the grit out of my eyes before I take a piss and don boxersand a t-shirt in what feels a now supercilious attempt at modesty.I find Bella and Jazz in the kitchen, one cooking, the other making a nuisance of himself. Unable tohide a grin I cross my arms over my chest and lean against a storage cabinet, just watching them for aminute or two as they bicker. From what I can glean from Bella's huffed and angry comments she'strying to prepare a casserole, but Jazz keeps stealing the ingredients, and neither shouting at him northreatening him with kitchen utensils seems to help. The whole scene looks straight out of someslapstick comedy but is so essentially them that it's less cheesy but highly amusing. My badlysuppressed laughter finally gives me away and they both turn in weirdly synchronized motions to lookat me.Walking over t