Seeing the mess she was making across the mirror, seeing her take the whole length of that toy and moan our names…
This is her fault.
But I have never lied or hid anything from Nick, so I hand him my phone. I let his cock go and watch as he puts in the password. The video is already loaded, and I watch him hit play.
Isla’s greedy little pants fill the silence. The sound alone has me there again, outside her door, watching her drive down on the dildo.
“Fuck my ass. God, please. Don’t stop.”
Still on his back, Nick exhales a shaky breath that sounds pained, tattered. His cock twitches, expelling a heavy trickle of precum to smear across his belly.
“You recorded her?” he rasps, never taking his eyes off the screen.
Feeling moderately calmer, I edge back to my place. I take his engorged dick back in my mouth and get the tangling of his fingers in my hair as a response.
“She left her door open,” I justify.
From my vantage point, I have a clear view of Nick’s jaw and the coiling muscles as Isla finger fucks her ass and bounces on the dildo.
“Dom, you can’t—”
The lawyer in him shuts up quick when Isla gives a helpless whimper and sobs, “Nick, yes. Yes. God. I want it. Breed my pussy.”
I shouldn’t feel smug when my boyfriend groans deep in his throat and bucks his hips up while simultaneously shoving my head down. I shouldn’t be grinning when he huffs a low, tortured, “Fuck!”
Dislodging myself, I kick out of my shoes and pants and climb up over him. My knees hug his hips as I brace my weight on his chest.
I sink down on him just as the version of me in the video kicks the door shut with a resounding crack.
“Dom…” My name is half a moan, half a warning that I’m going to get an earful.
But I’m sliding down every inch of his gorgeous piece, taking him deep where I need him. My own cock bobs at my midsection, needing relief while my voice fills the room, violent, unhinged and ravenous.
“I need to taste your mess.”
“Shit, Dom!”
He’s not pushing me off, but there is anger and fire in his eyes as he stares at the screen, watches me dive face first between his sister’s slick thighs and eat. But his hips... his hips never lie. They drive up with my every pull down. He meets every thrust with a hard one of his own.
“She was so wet,” I pant, bucking faster, planting my palms against his chest and riding him like we both need. “I think she’s a squirter, Nicky. She’d make such a fucking mess when we fuck her.”
Isla’s desperate wails are muffled beneath the furious lapping of my tongue, the hungry slurping as I clean her cunt. I hadn’t heard it in the moment, but she’s whimpering my name.
I grip my cock and squeeze to keep it from going off. I’m not ready and it needs to fucking wait.
“Fucking need this. Need your pussy. Need my cock in you. My cum.”
I’m practically pleading. The deranged whine in my voice is unmistakable, and I know the second I stretch her around her toy. I hear it in the howl she makes.
“Dom…”
Nick is trembling. The free hand not gripping the phone with white knuckles falls to my thigh and squeezes. Imprints five lines of control into my skin as he bites his lip to keep from cumming.
“She’s perfect, baby,” I wheeze, slowing the rolls of my hips to keep us both just on the edge. “She’s made for us.”
Isla cums with a strangled wail.
Then again.
