“Can I?” We’ve given him the green light, and he’s still asking for consent. I knew I loved my best friend, but this puts him on a whole new level in my eyes.
Marley practically purrs her response. “I don’t know… I kinda want to hear you beg, Big Boy.”
Zander lies down on his stomach, cock tucked beneath him, sticking out and begging me to suck it between my lips. But I don’t—not yet anyways. He grabs Marley’s hips, pulling her down from the throne of pillows her back was against. And he just hovers over her cunt. Then, he slowly swipes his nose from the bottom all the way to the top of her slit, inhaling and soaking her scent in with a groan. “Fuck, Mommy, please let me taste this cunt.”
The urge to grab my cock and start furiously pumping it is strong, but I don’t. I’ll wait for my reward knowing it’ll be so much better. A couple more seconds pass by and Marley can’t hold out anymore. She grabs his head, pushing Zander’s mouth right where she wants him.
I moan, causing Marley’s eyes to lock onto mine. “Does the little boy like our bull’s face in my cunt?” The back of her head presses into the pillows, not waiting for me to answer. She moans with both hands still in his hair as the sucking and slurping that’s coming from Zander fills the room like a filthy soundtrack. Marley pulls Zander’s head back by his hair. “Two fingers. Now.”
He’s quick to push his fingers into her mouth, and the shock only lasts a second before she’s sucking them just like she did our cocks outside. He pushes them a little bit further, causing Marley to open her mouth a bit, gagging slightly. “Good fucking slut.”
Marley and I both moan at his filthy words, but he acts like he doesn’t hear a thing. He brings them to her entrance and enters her, humming in appreciation. Marley groans, happy to finally be filled up, and pulls his mouth back onto her clit.
The wet, sloppy sounds of his fingers working in and out of my wife has my head falling back on my shoulders as I shut myeyes, grabbing any and all willpower I still have to not fist my cock.
“Fuck, Daddy, yes, right there!” Marley sounds on the verge of exploding, and it’s only been a few seconds.
Her body stiffens up as she goes almost silent—then it happens.
Marley squirts.
Zander made my wife squirt.
All over him, and all I want to do is clean him up.
It takes her a second to come back down to earth, but when she does, shock covers her face as she stares at Zander, slack-jawed. “How in the fuck did you get me to do that?”
Zander tilts his head to the side with a questioning chuckle. “Oh, the cuck can’t make you squirt?”
He’s never going to let me live this one down.
“No one can… No one has… I never thought I could,” Marley rambles, still seeming to be lost in her thoughts. “I’ve tried so many times myself.”
“Well, that won’t be the last time, I can guarantee that.” Zander is up on his knees now, looking down at Marley lying on her back. “Hands and knees. Face the cuck. Let him see how good Daddy can fuck you.”
She flips over and crawls to the end of the bed, her perfect tits swaying until she presses them into the mattress. Her knees are under her, leaving her ass on full display for Zander positioned behind her.
Zander drags his hands up from the back of her knees, all the way to each side of her ass cheeks, spreading them apart. “Marley, Marley, Marley, look at this pretty pussy, and this tight little hole” He runs his thumb over it, causing her to moan. “We’ll play with this eventually.” Then he spits on it, and I let my head loll back on my shoulders again, clenching my eyes shut.
Her head is practically hanging off the bed, but her eyes still find mine as she smirks at me, knowing I’m eating up Zander’s words just as much as she is. He adds fuel to the fire that’s been burning in me for way too long when it comes to my best friend. “Is the little boy about to come on himself? I haven’t even started fucking your whore of a wife yet.”
I whimper. “Yes… Daddy, please hurry and fuck her like she deserves.”
I lift my head and find Zander’s eyes on me—like he was waiting for me to watch. He grabs his cock, running the tip up and down Marley’s slit—all while still holding full eye contact with me. She’s a moaning, withering mess already. “Please fuck me, I need you inside?—”
And without another second of hesitation, he cuts Marley off, pushing himself into her while they both cry out.
CHAPTER
TEN
MARLEY
“Oh, fuuuuck,” Zander moans as he slides into me, and my own moans mix in tandem with his. I can’t help but roll my eyes as he fills me to the hilt. “Marley. Oh my God. Fuck, you’re like a goddamn vise grip on me.”
I pant with him. “Hard not to be when you have a dick akin to a fucking water bottle.”
He shifts behind me, spreading my legs even wider, forcing himself that much deeper. It’s almost painful. But as he pulls himself nearly all the way out, only to roughly slam into me again, a scream of pleasure tears out of my throat. My entire body jostles with the movement, and I grip Zander’s dark blue comforter tightly.
