EroticReverie

Sebastian Mack

After fingering her pussy and eating her out so she can cum again, we're laying in bed, my cock satisfied with our little fucking romp. I hold her close to me, her hot ass tucked against my dick, as I spoon her and we lay there talking. Eventually she turns around so we can face each other, and I smile as she talks, she tells me about a foot job porn she watched last week and I laugh as she tells me she was doing research for me. 

I lift my hand and tuck her pretty fucking hair behind her ear and kiss her nose.

"You're too fucking cute sometimes, you know that?" I say and she smiles. 

"Yeah I know" she says with a sarcastic shrug and bats her eyelashes dramatically. I laugh and grab her chin and lift her mouth , and kiss her , slowly, purposefully.

"i fucking love you" I whisper to her. 

"I fucking love you back" she says and I smile at her.

It was important to me, after our more depraved and dirty sex, that even though I fucked her nice after, I needed to lay here with her, so she knew I didn't actually think those things of her. That Peach was plenty of fucking things, but a fuck toy, wasn't one of them. I knew she knew I'd never actually think of her as a whore, she knew that me and the other felt like she was a god damn blessing. But even still, I never wanted to give her reason to think I didn't truly respect her and love her. I dont know why, but sometimes it felt like I could lose her at any second. Maybe because the life she was letting all of us have with her, was too good to be true. I had fear that she'd run off away from us. That maybe somewhere deep down, she didnt want to be shared with five men. Maybe she thought we were all pigs and fucking perverts. Which, granted, we were fucking men, so yeah, we could be pigs, and we were definitely fucking perverts, but we truly fucking LOVED her. We were so fucking in love with her, and I think that's what was so scary for me. That I'd never loved a girl like I loved Peach. None of us had. And none of us ever would love another woman the way we loved her. It was impossible. It was like she casted some fucking spell on us when she came into our lives. She made us all instantly protective of her, made us all instantly know that we'd put our lives on the line for her. She was special, so fucking special, and precious. And I was the one who crossed the line first with her. I couldnt help it. I fucking loved her so fucking much, and needed her so fucking bad for so long. Sure we never talked about wanting Peach while she was underage, but...I was only a fucking man. I couldnt help the intrusive thoughts I had of her every fucking night, tugging away at my cock like a fucking thirteen year old boy, unable to take my fucking hands off it. 

she lays there, scratching at my short full beard, and I smile as she scrunches her nose.

"Such a teddy bear" she says and I chuckle softly. 

"Is that what I am?" I ask. 

"Mmmhmmm" she says and pushes up and leans over my chest, resting part of herself on my chest as she runs hers finger along the side of my beard. 

"A sexy fucking teddy bear" she says and I laugh and she smiles and leans down and kisses my mouth. 

I loved that she thought of me like that, even though we both knew I was the one to get downright fucking filthy with her. I loved that she still saw me for the way I truly felt about her. 

"Papa bear" she whispers and I groan slightly. 

"dont start with that shit" I say and she giggles and bites her lip. 

"Why not? Papa bear doesnt want to play with me today?" she asks and I groan. 

"oh my god" I sigh and push my head back as she moans and gives me a pouty little lip.

"Papa Bear doesnt want his little girl?" she whispers. 

"Peach" I groan. 

"Cmon, you're the only Papa Bear I've got" she pouts.

"Jesus fuck woman" I groan and grab her throat and her eyes widen and light up.

"Yes papa" she moans and I groan, my cock harder and harder the more she fucking talks and I growl at her. 

"You make me such a bad fucking man sometimes Peach" I growl at her. 

"fuck your baby Papa bear" she moans. 

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I splash water on my face , as Peach sits on the toilet peeing and then wipes herself and then turns on the shower and I just watch her. 

My cock is fucked raw, and fucking bright pink, the veins fucking swollen. The fucking she devil, bouncing that fucking cunt of hers on it for over thirty fucking minutes while we role played fahter/daughter.  God, it fucking got me off twice, and her pretty fucking legs had my cum dripping down them.  Yeah, she called Tyson Daddy, but not the fucking way she called me fucking Papa Bear. And nobody fucking else knew about it either. I hated to admit how fucking how it was to pretend I was Peaches father, fucking her and pinning her down and then having her ride the fuck out of me.  The way she sucked her fucking thumb while I fucked her. Jesus christ, it shouldnt be fucking hot, but it was. The way she pretended like she couldnt fucking fit my cock inside her. The woman was fucking out of her god damn mind, and took me right out of my fucking mind with her with that shit. But that's what we did. We let out deepest fucking fantasies out with each other, and apparently Peah's secret kink that she only shared with me, was she liked to pretend to be a little girl while I pretended to be her father.  The first few times I agreed, I wasnt that into it, I felt slimey, and disgusting and it was a line I wasnt comfortable with, but , I didnt want to make her feel judged or feel bad for it. So I kept doing it whenever she wanted, and eventually, I got the hang of seperating the fantasy with reality. and eventually, got really fucking into it, and I think I'd started to like it more than she did. But I was never the one to bring out "Papa Bear" I left that strictly to her. 

She crooks a finger at me and I follow her into the shower. She pulls me under the spray of the water over head and leans her head back and I just watch her as she holds my sides to keep her steady and lets the water fall over her. Fucking angel. That's what she was. A god damn angel, and goddess, and fucking little witch with the way she captivated five different men at once. 

She lifts her head after the water runs over her face and breasts and then blinks up at me, and wipes the water from her eyes and smiles. 

"You're so fucking beautiful" I shake my head at her slowly and grab her face in both hands and lean down, placing a kiss on her forehead and then her cheek, she closes her eyes, and place a kiss softly on her lid, then her nose and then am at her mouth, begging for more of her. She slips her arms around my neck as I lean down for her, and she curves her back, pressing her body into me and I hold her back with one hand, the other sliding down, and cupping her round , hot ass as she moans into my mouth. 

"Sleep in my room tonight" I whisper, she nods. I smile and I pull her closer, loving when she sleeps in my fucking bed with me. If I could give up a week of fucking peach, just to make sure it was my bed she slept in at night, I'd gladly fucking trade that in heartbeat. I loved her falling asleep with me, waking up with me. I loved how she sometimes woke up so fucking happy, and other times a cranky little brat. It was always a surprise with her. Which version of Peach would I get in the morning? Favorite game ever. And I loved every fucking version. 

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I take her to the shop with me after we shower and get dressed, I have a short session with a client, and she liked to hang out sometimes in the tattoo shop. Talk with the other guys and women that worked there. She was good friends with Marcella , one of my most talented artist, a thirty year old woman, covered head to toe in tattoos, only her face bare of any ink. Peach was in love with her. She loved talking to Marcella, and I'd be lying if I sometimes didn't wish Peach loved her a little more, and would ask to bring Marcella home so I could watch them together. Marcella often teases me when Peach isn't around that she's going to steal her away from me. Over my dead fucking body. Marcella knew about the arrangement of Peach and me and the others. Peach had respectfully asked me one day if it was okay to talk to Marcella about all of us, to let her in on our "Secret".  I'd allowed her to, and Marcella had slapped me upside the back of the head the next day telling me that "You dont share a girl like her".  But after awhile Marcella got it, she understood when she'd see Peach drop by with the other guys. How non compettive it was, how happy we all were. More specifically, how happy Peach was. 

I watch Peach as she sits on Marcellas table, and Marcella paints on her thigh with brushes and paint. Peach didnt have any tattoos, and to be honest, I didnt want her getting any. shed never talked of getting any, and I wouldnt stop her if she did. But she was perfect as is. I watch the way Peach smiles at Marcella, and gives a little lift of her eyebrow when Marcella smirks up at her as she slips her hand to Peaches inner thigh as she paints. 

"Watch it." I say, looking up from my station that I'm breaking down and cleaning up. 

Peach turns her head and giggles.

"Mind your own business." she teases.

"You ARE my business." I remind her. 

"yeah, yeah" she says and smiles at me and winks. I cant fight the little smile I give back and shake my head at her and go back to cleaning up. 

But a few seconds later I look over and see Marcella concentrating, but she Peach biting her lip, and then licking the top of her lip as she watches Marcella paint on her thigh. She was fucking turned on, the little brat. Now I was wondering how many times I'd missed it. Wondered how many time that little minx was getting painted by Marcella at the shop and I'd missed the little tells of her flirting with her, or getting turned on my head. I cock my brow as I watch Peach spread her legs a bit further apart. Marcella stops ,and lets her fingers slip a little further up. Sure she was working up higher on her thigh now, but fuck. They were fucking flirting, more than that. Right in front of me. I wasnt mad, not a single fucking bit, I was fucking turned on, and if she was only mine, I'd fucking tell them to fucking have it right there. 

"Peach." I say. Because, she wasnt just mine. And I knew that if the other guys were here, they'd probably most likely be cool with it. We'd let her do anything she fucking wanted. Aside from fucking any other dudes but us. 

"huh?" she asks , her head lifting and looking over to me. I cock a brow. Marcella looks up too and smirks, and she rubs the inside of Peach's thigh. 

"He's jealous." Marcella says. 

"I fuck that pussy daily. Infact I fucked it plenty before I brought it here for you to drool over" I say. "I'm not jealous."

Peaches jaw drops, a customer getting tattooed by Nial, one of my other artists, chuckles. 

"You're such a man." Peach says. Marcella bites back a laugh. 

"You'd love to watch me drool over it wouldnt you Mack?" Marcella taunts, calling me by my last name. 

She flicks her tongue at me. I narrow my eyes. 

"Alright, time to fucking wrap it up." I wave my hand at them. 

Peach laughs. "I'm not done getting painted." 

"Dont care." I say and walk over, because I wasnt about to embarrass Peach in front of strangers. 

"You've got four other men to think about when you flirt with someone else. While it's hot as fuck watching you two play this little game with each other...you need to talk about that with your other four. Not just me baby" I whisper. 

"And the way you're spreading those little fucking legs for her...you need to watch it." I warn her as I grab her chin. Her eyes going soft, and I can tell I've made her feel bad. Which wasn't the purpose. 

"I'm just saying baby... I dont care if you let Marcella dive between those legs and lick you till sundown..but one of them might...and I know you're only flriting...but...we should talk about it with the others." I tell her. 

She nods. "I'm sorry." 

"Nothing to be sorry about baby" I say and grab her head and kiss her forehead. "Just, chill on it for now...till we talk at home." I say and she nods and Marcella respectfully doesnt tease either of us, over hearing everything and pulling back and starting to put away her paints. 

I see Peach's lip quiver slightly. 

"Babe, don't, it's not that serious..." I say and rub her lower lip and kiss her mouth. 

"I'm sorry" she says again softly. 

"Go to the bathroom, I'll be in , in a minute" I say and she nods, her eyes watering and she hops off the table hiding her face to the side as she walks past the table that Nial is working with his client on and goes to the back room. 

"Mack, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be disrepectful" Marcella says standing up and speaking quietly. 

I shake my head. "You're good, like I said, It doesnt bother me, and I honestly, didnt even notice it before...I mean shit...Id thought about it plenty." I say and she gives me a little smile and shakes her head. 

"But, I dont only have her to think about, and she doesnt only have me to think about, and while Im pretty sure the guys wouldnt think twice about watching her flirt with another woman, or whatever you two were doing over here" I eye her and she bites her lips together. 

"It's just out of respect to them...that I'm gonna need you to chill on it for now. Till we all talk. " I tell her and she nods and puts her hands up. 

"Hands off the boss's girl, got it" she says and I narrow my eyes as she smiles. 

"Thank you" I say. 

She nods and smiles and I walk to the back to get Peach.