But as I watch her with Luka, I picture her belly round with my child and her tits heavy with milk. My brother licks her pebbled nipple as she throws her head back, lips slack with pleasure. She grabs his hair and pulls him closer.
The cameras pick up their heavy breathing and moans. It’s pure torture.
If I weren’t two hours away via plane, I’d go over to my mansion and tear them apart. But I’m stuck in this fucking hotel to prepare for a breakfast meeting tomorrow.
More messages arrive from Kane, but I ignore them.
Instead, I watch as Chiara laughs before unbuttoning Luka’s jeans and pulling his cock out. He groans as she shuffles back on the lounger to suck him so deep I feel it in my balls.
Thanks to the wonders of technology, I switch viewpoint and zoom in on her from behind. Her ass is in the air as she sucks my brother’s cock like a fucking porn star. How did she get so good at sucking cock?
The thought of her sucking cock for the entire twelve months she evaded me makes me want to kill someone. Preferably Luka so he can’t touch her ever again.
My wife still has her panties on, but they’re bunched up around her pussy, and if I zoom in closer, I can see the outline of her lips and the wet patch on the gusset.
If I were there now, I’d ease her panties aside and bury my face between her thighs. I bet she’d taste so fucking sweet.
With a groan, I shove my hand into my pants and squeeze my cock. I’m so damn close to making a fucking mess all over my clothes like a pubescent teen. It’s pathetic.I’mpathetic. If my father could see me now, he’d laugh at me for my weakness.
Real men don’t let women get the upper hand, son.
Real men make sure their wives know who’s boss.
Pre-cum leaks all over my hand as I grip my shaft.
On screen, Chiara wiggles her ass as she deep-throats my brother. He grips her hair hard enough to make any normal woman shriek, but she seems to enjoy the bite of pain.
Naturally, that does nothing to quell the intense pleasure building. I can’t stop this. Not my inevitable orgasm or my wife fucking my brother.
One begets the other, and as I give in to the inevitable, I realize I’m completely and utterly fucked.
33
Chiara
“Fuck, cupcake,” Luka groans when I release his cock. Drool drips down my chin, and I hastily wipe it away with my wrist. Damn, my jaw aches, but it was worth it. I haven’t sucked many cocks, but I fucking love it.
There’s power in knowing a man is at my mercy and I am in control of his pleasure. In control ofhim. It’s one of the few areas of my life where I can be the boss. The thrill that gives me? Priceless.
“You’re too fucking good at that.” He closes his eyes and sucks in a sharp breath when I swipe my tongue across his fat crown and slurp up the fresh pre-cum oozing out. His abs clench, and I know that if I carry on sucking him like a popsicle, he’ll come.
The idea of drinking his cum excites me, but I’d rather feel him explode inside me.
“Fuck me, Luka,” I whisper when I scoot up the recliner and rest my aching pussy on his thick dick. It pulses below me. Just as eager to burrow inside me as I am to welcome it into my body.
“I won’t last two fucking minutes,” he chuckles in a wry voice. “So I gotta make you come first, or my rep will fall into the gutter.”
“I bet no woman ever leaves your bed unsatisfied,” I tease.
His smile slips for a second before he grins and winks. “Damn right, cupcake. That’s why all the ladies love me.”
I’m not sure I like the thought of him fucking an endless conveyor belt of smoking hot women, but he doesn’t give me time to overthink it.
I’m picked up and deposited on the recliner. As I stare up at him, he quickly shrugs his jeans and shirt off. Luka’s beautiful. Not as broad as Kane or as tall as Angelo, but it’s clear he works hard at maintaining his physique. I trace every dip and line with my hungry gaze as he palms his dick.
“Like what you see, cupcake?” he smirks, knowing full well I love what I see. I’d have to be blind and stupid not to appreciate the vision that is Luka Di Rossi. Whereas Angelo’s dark eyes are like portals into hell, Luka’s warm blue irises contrast beautifully with his olive skin and sun-kissed dark hair. They remind me of the ocean off the California coast, where my father had a beach house back when I was small.
Blue and inviting.
