The Rules We Break 3 - Beg

Jeremy watched Sage enter David’s living room, his brain still not fully accepting that this was actually happening.

He couldn’t believe Sage had agreed to this. She was the woman who needed everything in perfect order. The woman who didn’t want him touring the country once they had graduated. The woman who had their life plan set as soon as they were engaged.

So when she started entertaining the idea of messing around with their neighbor, it felt like a dream. Maybe she was finally starting to loosen up. Perhaps, Sage was finding her wild side again. Jeremy’s heart raced at the thought.

He always felt guilty for wanting more. Sage was perfect, and he loved her deeply. Their life was perfect. A carefully curated construct in a million-dollar home. Safe from any form of danger.

Devoid of any risk and adventure.

And while he was grateful for what they had built together. It often left him gasping for air. But now, seeing Sage alone in another man’s house. It was like a part of him was being resurrected.

It brought him back to the night he had met Sage. His band had killed their set, and through a haze of drugs and alcohol, he approached the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

She seemed so out of place at that dingy venue. She looked like a California model wrapped in a designer dress. She had been staring at him all night, and he had stared right back on stage. She smiled brightly as he approached. Jeremy couldn’t remember a single word he said.

But he remembered the laughter that followed.

And the carnal, passionate sex they had in the bathroom shortly thereafter.

At first, she seemed just as wild as he was. She followed him on tour, joined in on the drinking and partying, and was just as horny as he was.

They would fuck behind venues after shows. In his beat-up car in empty parking lots, in the bedrooms of house parties. She would flirt with men at the bars they frequented, and he would watch while playing on stage.

It was wild, and he loved it.

Then, slowly, the rope began to tighten. Sage wanted to settle down. And Jeremy knew it was reasonable. They couldn’t do this forever, and graduation seemed like the perfect landmark to start growing up.

Still, it meant giving up a major part of who he was, and trading it for a life of corporate ladders he never fully understood. And as the years wore on, they ground Jeremy down. He hadn’t realized how much of himself had slowly eroded away until now.

A spark had followed Sage into that house, and now Jeremy watched it grow.

The view from their bedroom was perfect. Jeremy could see everything. He debated turning on the lights, just to make sure David knew he was there. But that felt weird. So instead, he skulked around in the darkness. Jeremy wasn’t sure if that was any better.

He grabbed a stool from Sage’s vanity as she and David talked. He wasn't sure how he would react if they did something. The idea seemed sexy in theory, and Jeremy’s heart raced as David’s eyes trailed down his wife’s body.

But his stomach also twisted sideways.

And when Sage's fingers rose to the back of her neck. When she delicately undid her dress and exposed her breasts to David. Jeremy felt the world stop.

David was taking a part of her. He was sitting only inches away as Sage peeled the dress off her body, swaying back and forth as it dropped to the floor.

Now, only in her underwear, she turned to face the windows.

She looked up into the bedroom and smiled as she slowly bent over.

Jeremy locked in place as his erection pushed hard against his pants.

She was actually doing it. Sage was letting this man have her, and she was looking up at him as she did.

The reality hit Jeremy like a bullet.

His hands shook as he clamored for his belt and quickly undid his pants.

Sage rose slowly and turned. She spoke to David for a moment. Jeremy couldn't make out what they were saying.

Then Sage glanced back at the windows before stepping between David’s legs and turning slowly. She bent over and wiggled her ass inches away from his face.

Jeremy was disappointed when David didn’t try to grope her. Sage must have told him not to.

David spoke as Sage slowly pushed her ass towards his face. She looked back at him and nodded.

His hands immediately latched onto her, and he groped eagerly. Squeezing hard enough to make Sage jump. Jeremy watched as her eyes closed. As she bit her lip while swaying back and forth. David gripped her hips and pulled her onto his lap. Sage fell back with wide eyes, but she didn't stop him.

With a few more words, David's hands slowly crawled up Sage’s waist.

They stayed there for a moment as Sage slowly rubbed her ass in his lap.

Then, inch by inch, David’s hands rose.

His fingers buried into her giant breasts as he squeezed greedily.

Jeremy’s breath grew shallow as he began to stroke himself eagerly.

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"Let me suck them," David said, squeezing Sage’s breast so hard it caused her to gasp.

"That's something you earn," Sage shot back, grinding her bare ass against his slacks.

David was an animal who gripped her with an immeasurable amount of strength. He squeezed her nipples, gripped her thighs, and bucked wildly when Sage pressed herself into his lap.

Just like her ex used to.

He continued to play with her breasts as he unbuckled his pants.

"Ah ah…" Sage pulled away and turned.

"Jesus, what?" David said coldly.

"I don’t remember saying you could take off your pants."

David smiled. "How else are you going to suck my cock?"

Sage laughed.

"Who said anything about sucking you off?"

David answered by unzipping his slacks. Sage watched as his pants slid down slowly.

“You don’t like being told no, do you?” She said, staring as David's underwear caught against his thick, pulsing shaft.

Without a word, he pulled out his giant cock and let it fall against his bare thigh. It landed with a fleshy thud. Sage wanted to look away. She wanted to pretend it wasn’t anything special.

Instead, she stared wide-eyed. It looked even more massive in person.

It was thicker up close, with a slight curve and a perfectly sized head.

David chuckled as he began to stroke it slowly.

"Uh huh… You fucking like that, don't you?" he said.

Sage tore her eyes off of it.

"Don't flatter yourself.”

David grabbed Sage's thigh with this free hand.

Sage could have stepped away if she wanted. She should have. But David’s giant hand felt good. It felt good when he pulled her close, when his hands found her hips.

When he tried to pull her back onto his lap.

Sage resisted, eyes still fixed on David’s pulsing cock.

"What? You're going to stop now?" David said. His hand found its way to her plump ass. He gave it a firm squeeze.

"I’m not going to fuck you," Sage said with fleeting authority.

"Who said anything about fucking? I just want you to grind against my cock."

"And what makes you think I would do that?"

David smirked.

“Because you want to know what it feels like.”

He pulled her again. Sage inched closer. She froze in place once more, determined not to let David win.

“You really think I’m that easy?” She said.

David rolled his eyes. “What the fuck is your fucking problem? You get off on begging, is that it? Is that what you do with your little husband?"

"Careful," Sage said. She tried to stay strong, but the smug look on David’s face made it clear he wasn’t buying her bluff. He could tell she liked this. And now, he was searching for cracks in her armor.

Without warning, David forcefully pulled Sage onto his lap. She landed awkwardly, her breasts pushing against his face as he adjusted her legs to straddle him.

Sage felt his throbbing cock push against her wet thong.

She gasped as he began thrusting slowly.

Over.

And over.

A soft moan escaped Sage.

“That’s right, you dirty little slut.” David said, squeezing her ass tightly with both hands.

Sage’s skin burned. She hadn’t been called that in years.

She didn’t correct him.

"I bet you make him walk on all fours, don't you?” David said. “I bet you make him beg, right?"

Sage said nothing. She couldn't. The words she wanted to say were locked behind a wall of ecstasy. David laughed.

"That's what I fucking thought," He buried his face between her breasts. Then, he began to suck.

His tongue twirled around her nipple. The sensation made her shiver.

Sage lost herself in the moment. Grinding as David sucked and squeezed.

He began to pick up his speed.

His cock started pushing her underwear to the side.

Sage’s juices mixed with his precum.

She could feel his throbbing cockhead come closer to her bare pussy.

They could do it.

Sage could let him stick it in right now.

Let him stretch her.

Let him ruin her.

For a split second, she almost did.

Then she looked down and saw that smug smile on his face.

There was no way in hell she was going to let this pig win.

She was going to ruin him.

She pushed off David’s chest and stood. Her eyes dropped to his swollen, pulsing cock as he let out a frustrated groan.

"Get your fucking ass back over here," He said shortly.

"I'm not letting you cum like that," Sage said, crossing her arms. "I might not let you cum at all."

"There is absolutely no fucking way I'm not cumming," David said firmly.

"That's not how this works, David," Sage said.

"If you want this fat cock, that is exactly how this is going to work," He stroked himself slowly as he spoke. Sage rolled her eyes, feigning indifference.

She needed to gain the upperhand and make sure David learned his place.

"Do you have any idea how many fat cocks I've taken? Do you know how many fat cocks want to fuck me?" Sage stood, basking in David’s worshipping gaze. The man was lost in his desire, and the power Sage felt was intoxicating.

David paused, measuring her bluff.

"That may be true," he finally said. "But how many of those cocks have a perfect view from your back windows?"

He glanced past Sage.

"Your little bitch husband would miss out." He continued.

"Careful," Sage warned again.

"Right, sorry. Wouldn’t want to push the twink around too much, would we? Here's the deal. If you want to fuck around with me, I need to be getting something out of this. I'm not going to be blue balled while you two use me for your fucked up kink."

Sage contemplated the offer. She found herself hating this man more and more. And, somehow, that made it all the more intoxicating. She didn't want to give him an inch. She wanted him under her foot. Prostrate and begging.

They both already knew her answer. David's smug smile made that much clear.

But he hadn't won yet.

"You want me to make you cum?" Sage said. David snorted.

"Just get over here and fucking do it."

"I get to say how, not you," Sage said.

David chuckled and shook his head.

"Fine! Just fucking do it already." David sat back, motioning to his cock.

Sage walked towards him and stopped between his legs.

"See? It isn't so bad doing what you're told once in a while, is it?" David said.

Sage stared with a cold glare. David never broke eye contact.

"Aw, did I hurt the pretty girl's feelings?"

"You keep this up, and this might be the last time we see eachother."

They stared at eachother in silence. Sage could sense what this was. She had felt it many times before. He was seeing how much he could push and pull.

He was seeing how much he could break.

But this time, Sage couldn't be broken. She hardened long ago.

David sensed this and eased back.

"Fine, do what you want. I'm waiting." He nodded to the windows. "He is, too."

She had to respect how relentless David was. Sage glanced down at his veiny cock. A white droplet of precum beaded at the tip, then trickled down his long, thick shaft.

Sage forgot about their banter and slowly dropped to her knees.

She had to touch it. She had to know what it felt like.

Sage slowly reached for it.

It barely fit between her delicate fingers.

"That's fucking right," David said, thrusting eagerly between her hands. "Just like that."

Sage eyes shot up to David's. A carnal desire passed between them. Two humans regressing into an animalistic state. Sage wrapped both her hands around David’s thick shaft as a tingling heat grew between her legs.

Sage bit her lip as David began to thrust upwards aggressively. He swore as his beefy hand found the back of her head.

"You should blow me," David said.

His eyes were glazing over. Sage smiled. She knew that look. A man lost in his lust, barely thinking straight. She felt him push hard against the back of her head, trying to guide her mouth to the tip of his cock.

“I never said I was blowing you,” She said, playfully inching closer.

David eagerly thrust up, trying to make contact with her full, wet lips.

“You fucking want it. You want to know what it tastes like,” David said. He tried to hide his desperation. Tried to pretend like he was in control.

Sage's fingers trailed up to his cock head. She squeezed it tightly as their eyes met once again.

“You want me to suck your cock, David?” Sage asked softly. Her hands never stopped moving. David seemed to be swelling with every stroke.

“Yeah, I do,” David replied, his voice quivering with pleasure.

“You want my lips around this big dick, right? You want to know what they feel like?” Sage said.

“Yes, I want to— Oh fuck!" David’s head shot back. He thrust again, nearly touching her lips. Sage pulled back just enough for him to miss and laughed softly.

"Beg," She said. David's jaw clenched. He remained silent. Sage laughed and slid her hands down David's inner thighs.

She dropped her lips inches away from his eager, pulsing cock.

"I said beg," She whispered.

David wasn't there. His brain had fully checked out. He thrust again, groaning in frustration when Sage backed away once more.

"I'm not a fucking dog!" He shouted.

"Come on… just beg for me," Sage said, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock. She began to stroke quickly.

"I promise I will make it worth your while."

Sage's warm breath radiated against him as she stroked with smooth efficiency.

And then, to her delighted surprise, David began bucking wildly as his large, swollen balls clenched.

“Oh FUCK!”

Hot cum erupted from David’s tip into Sage’s open mouth. The force of his shot caught her off guard. His first pump hit the back of her throat. She closed her mouth in response, and the second stream spattered against her lips.

Then, she lowered herself, closed her eyes, and let David cum on her face.

Over.

And over.

It was more than she ever thought possible, covering her in an even, white glaze. She smelled his musk as the hot liquid streamed down her face and dripped off her chin.

Sage continued to pump slowly. She needed to milk every last drop.

After a few more strokes, David began to grow soft.

“God Damn… what the fuck?! No one's made me cum like that before." David half murmured. He let go of Sage's head and slouched back into the couch with heavy breaths.

"Looks like you didn't make it, that's too bad," Sage said, slowly standing as she wiped away a thick layer of cum. “Jesus, it’s in my eyes.”

David chuckled. "If you'd put it in your fucking mouth, you'd be fine."

"You didn't beg. Only beggars get blowjobs."

"Yeah yeah… we'll see about that…"

Sage continued to wipe the cum from her eyes, but more replaced it.

"Jesus, do you have something I can clean up with?"

David pointed lazily over to his kitchen table. "There are paper towels on there."

"Christ, David…" Sage said, grabbing the roll and breaking off a few sheets.

"What?"

"You’re living in a frat house."

"The joys of being single," He said dully. "You're welcome to play homemaker if you want."

"Ha. Very funny." Sage cleaned her face as best she could, left the wadded sheets on the table, and walked back over to the living room to dress herself.

David watched in silence.

"So, same time tomorrow?" he asked.

"Only once a month, remember?" She looked up at him just in time to see the frustration in his eyes. "Maybe if you had been better behaved, we might have—"

“Fine, next month,” David said shortly.

"Perfect." Sage finished putting on her dress, fixed her hair, and walked toward the front door.

"You caught me off guard this time," David called out. Sage stopped and turned to him. He looked at her from behind the couch. "That won't happen again."

Sage smirked.

"We'll see." She left before he had a chance to reply. Her heels clacked against the concrete, echoing in the silent suburban night.

Sage’s carnal desire was loud in the silence.

Drowning out a truth she couldn’t admit to herself.

That before this was over, she wanted to be ruined by that fat cock.

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