“You’re Liam,” she beckons.
Not a question, so I don’t bother answering. I step inside and she lets me pass.
Jonah waits in the living room. No shirt. Black sweats. His eyes sweep over me, then he nods and motions me forward. Silently, I follow him to their bedroom, Marin is close behind me. When the door shuts behind us, he lifts his hand and points down. “Clothes off.”
Kicking off my boots, I strip fast. Shirt. Jeans. Boxer-briefs. I stand naked in front of them, rigid as a hammer handle. Why hide it? I’m well-endowed and I want them to see what they have to work with.
Marin bites her bottom lip.
Jonah walks forward and grabs my cock. “You okay to be restrained?”
I nod.
“Good.” He licks along the side of my neck.
I nearly come on the spot.
Together, they guide me to a padded bench in the center of the room. Leather. Metal cuffs built into the sides. Ilie flat. Arms spread. Marin straps my wrists into place, smooth and snug.
Then she drops her robe.
No bra. No panties. Her body’s as perfect as I remember from the picture. Succulent tits. Smooth stomach. Pretty pink pussy. She walks toward me, eyes raking over my body like I belong to her.
Dropping to her knees, she spits on my cock. Wraps her fingers around the base possessively and draws me in. She growls as I hit her tongue, and the sound travels straight through my shaft, settling deep in my gut. Every inch of me longs to thrust, but she grips my thigh to hold me still.
My cock twitches, pulsing against the molten heat of her throat. She takes more, inch by inch, until her lips kiss the root and she’s essentially swallowed me.
Fuck.
This isn’t a blowjob. It’s a goddamn revelation. My eyes roll back in my head.
Behind her, Jonah strokes himself watching his wife choke on my dick. His cock is the biggest I’ve ever seen. Hard. Thick. For the first time in forever, I know I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Jesus. I love being watched like this.
Jonah steps in close and kneels, resting the head of his cock against my lips. I open instantly. His taste hits first. Salt. Musk. Bitterness. He shifts his hips forward. My jaw expands to its limit, forcing me to breathe through my nose.
My cock leaks across my stomach. I’m nowhere and everywhere at once. They’re taking me apart.
I’m close.Tooclose.
Suddenly, they both stop. Jonah eases out of my mouth. Marin kisses back up to the head of my cock, then lets it fall from her lips with a smile.
“Bedtime.” She unclips one wrist while Jonah frees the other.
I sit up too fast, breath caught somewhere in my chest. Jonah catches my arm, steady but firm. They guide me across the room to the bed dressed in soft black silk. Restraints hang loose from the corners.
I climb on, body humming, nerves shot. Ready for whatever comes next.
Marin straddles me, knees wide against the bed, guiding my cock to her pussy with one hand. She lowers herself until I’m buried in her. Her pussy’s grip is so snug I feel every drag, every shift, every little clench.
My hips jack up and she orders, “Don’t come. Not yet.”
I take a couple of breaths as Marin continues to ride me. Hips rolling but controlled. She leans forward, plants her hands on my chest and grinds down. Pert, brown nipples hover above my mouth.
The mattress dips behind us. Jonah spreads my thighs, his strong hands wrap beneath them and he lifts my ass up onto his lap tilted just so. I feel lube, cold against my rim. His fingers massage and prod. One, then two breach my hole. Twisting enough to make my cock throb inside her.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “He’s—fuck—”
