Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

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I watched his eyes widen.

The farther I stretched my legs out, the more he could see the bruises, scratches, and other injury marks along the undersides of my thighs, quite close to my buttocks.

"Did you say something?" I asked, watching him stare at my legs.

"Um, yeah." He cleared his throat as he opened the tube and squeezed out a little cream.

Then he did something I hadn’t expected him to do so quickly.

He took one of my legs and adjusted himself between them while sitting on the couch.

He tucked that leg under his arm, keeping it stretched out.

He placed my other leg over his shoulder as he reached for a scratch high on my inner thigh, right near my bikini line.

I felt his finger press against the bruise and then begin rubbing it in circular motions.

"Jaguar, were you saying something?" I asked him again.

But this time, he didn’t even respond.

He reached under my thighs with both hands and pulled my body forward, bringing me closer to him.

I ended up with my head resting back against the couch.

His fingers hovered around my bikini line, a little too close.

His jaw clenched before he pulled his hand back.

Then he lifted both my legs, brought them together, and held them against himself.

I had no clue what he was doing until he raised both my legs into the air and moved them toward the side where the couch armrest was, positioning me so that my buttocks were completely exposed, with my legs stretched up close to my ears and my backside directly in his view.

I felt very exposed, but I didn’t stop him.

He grabbed my hand and placed it under my thigh, helping me keep myself in that position.

Then he squirted out some cream and placed his hands along the creases of my ass cheeks, rubbing my ass.

But this wasn’t where he wanted to massage.

I could tell because both his thumbs started moving closer and closer to my panties.

I didn’t question him, not even when he slid both thumbs under my panties, coming directly into contact with my pussy.

However, my body flinched, and he stopped.

"There’s a bruise there," he uttered, his eyes watching me with thirst.

There was silence between us.

"Do you want to—-"

I didn’t even finish the question before he nodded.

I rested my head back, and he got his answer.

I felt his fingers move along my lower back, pulling my panties down before slowly lifting them away.

He brought my legs forward, slipped the panties off, and tossed them aside.

Then he took hold of my legs again and pulled them toward either side of my head, making my back arch forward, my ass clench, and my pussy push outward from the pressure.

I watched his eyes linger on my pussy for a while.

Then I felt it, his finger touching it.

I turned my face to the side, holding my breath.

He started to massage it with one finger.

My pussy was pressed tightly, and he massaged it with force, applying pressure.

Then, with two fingers, he began to part the folds, massaging them in a circular motion and moving his fingers between my pussy lips, toward my center.

My back arched, and one hand moved to my mouth as I started biting my finger.

He shifted to one finger and kept rubbing his middle finger up and down my pussy until I felt pressure at the entrance.

He held his fingertip against it and slowly pushed in just a little.

"Ohhh!" I gasped, biting my bottom lip.

He could feel the heat rising inside me.

My eyes were tightly closed, and I thought he would continue massaging me with his fingers until I felt his breath against my pussy.

Before I could even understand what he was doing, I felt his tongue lick me from bottom to top with so much pressure that it slipped between my pussy lips.

At this point, I had to bite my fist to stop myself from gasping too loudly.

He pulled his face away, and this time, he spread my legs wide, resting one over the back of the couch while the other remained down.

With his hands on my thighs, he pushed them apart as far as he could before lowering his face again.

He licked me a few times with just the tip of his tongue.

My head snapped toward the door. Thankfully, he had locked it.

Then he nuzzled in, his nose touching my pussy as he began to slide his tongue into my opening.

"Oh, Jaguar," I moaned, bringing my hands to my breasts this time.

One of my hands slipped inside my robe and touched my bare breast.

Then I moved my other hand inside as well, cupping both breasts beneath the robe and touching my nipples, noticing how hard they were getting.

The tip of his tongue slid around my entrance.

He licked me there for some time before moving his tongue upward and reaching my clit.

He started teasing it with his tongue, holding his thumb just above it and rubbing the area while his tongue continued licking and teasing my clit.

My body started to convulse and move like a fish out of water.

I grabbed either the back of the couch or my own legs while his tongue continued teasing my clitoris.

Then he tilted his head and began kissing and sucking one of my pussy lips, taking it between his lips.

I was losing my mind, getting more and more aroused.

He pulled away and then moved on top of me.

His breathing was so ragged that I swear my nipples hardened just from hearing him breathe like a bull.

"There are a lot of wounds down there," he breathed against my lips, his hand moving between my legs and cupping my pussy as he began to rub it.

"Let’s treat them," he breathed on my face.