Teasing Angelo amuses me, and when he snaps, I love it when he bends me over his desk and fucks me like he hates me.
Kane’s fingers slide under the silk of my panties, and he groans.
“Of course she is. So fucking wet.”
“Tell me what she tastes like,” Angelo orders. He likes to be in charge, which is why he gets so riled when I refuse to be a good little submissive.
“Make me come, Kane,” I plead. Kane winks at me before tugging my panties down my thighs.
“No, she’s not allowed to come,” my husband snaps.Annoying fuck. I try to clamber off his lap, but the arm locked around my waist holds me firm. “You’re not going anywhere,” he growls. “This is your punishment for sassing me.”
“Such a grumpy bastard,” I huff.
Luka laughs. “I’ll help you get your own back next time he has a business Zoom meeting with some stuffed shirts,” he promises. That makes me grin. Angelo has never admitted stalking me viathe house’s security system, but we all know he likes to watch when he can’t be at home.
He grows thicker and harder beneath my ass, proving my point that he does like watching.
“I should kick you out of my house.”
“But you won’t.” Luka still has his apartment, but he hasn’t slept there in ages. Most nights he sleeps next to me, which is why Angelo upgraded the bed in his master suite to an Alaskan King. It’s large enough for all of us, although Kane and Angelo are often away on business.
Kane’s tongue swipes over my pussy, erasing any thoughts I have. He forces my thighs wider and hums with delight at how wet I am. So wet his beard is practically dripping with my juices. I’d be embarrassed if I weren’t so horny.
“Fuck.” I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as Luka unfastens his jeans and pulls his cock out. His abs flex as he grips his shaft and groans. “You look so sexy, cupcake!”
I lick my lips at the thought of taking him into my mouth, and he smirks.
Kane’s finger pushes inside me while he licks my clit. Small whimpers fill Angelo’s office, making me thankful the door’s locked and Cecilia isn’t listening outside.
“Does that feel good?” Angelo unfastens my blouse.
“You know it does,” I gasp as a second finger presses into me. His cock throbs beneath me, and I know he’s as desperate to come as I am, but I also know he has ironclad control.
Cool air brushes over my overheated skin as Angelo pushes bra cups down away to reveal my breasts. When Kane looks up from his spot between my thighs, he groans.
“Luka, come here and give my wife’s breasts some attention.”
Luka doesn’t need telling twice. He rushes over and bends to take my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard the way I like. I reach for him and wrap my small hand around his thick cock.
The pressure builds in my core. I need more. Kane’s fingers aren’t enough.
“Please fuck me,” I plead.
“Not yet, kitten.” Kane grins up at me before resuming his teasing strokes. The bastard knows exactly how far he can push me without tipping me over the edge. But with Luka’s mouth on my sensitive breasts, I’m so close. Unfortunately, Kane realizes when he feels me clenching around his fingers.
He abruptly pulls back, making me cry out with frustration.
“Noooo! This is cruel!” Angry tears prickle in the corners of my eyes, and I glare at him.
“Does my wife need a cock?” Angelo grinds his erection into me, a reminder of what I could have if I played nice.
“Yes, I need a cock. Luka’s cock.” I’m not above playing them off against each other.
“You can have my cock, peaches,” he purrs.
“No, she doesn’t get to choose,” my grumpy bastard of a husband spits. “Let’s play a game.”
“Game?” My eyes narrow in suspicion. “This better end with me coming.”
