My eyes close at that.
I know there’s more than lust-filled words in that sentence.
Those words weren’t said for the kink.
They were said for us—and for complete, utter honesty.
And I think Zander knows too, based on how he pauses inside of me for the briefest of moments. After a long second passes, he only hums in response before shifting his hips once more, slightly to the right, and completely jams his cock at my G-spot. The action forces my entire body to lock up as a fire unlike any other spreads through me, and my eyes snap wide open again, only to cross in euphoria once more. Except, this time, it’s made even better as Zander continues to pump in and out of me while rubbing my clit, prolonging it as long as possible.
The sounds coming out of my own body would be enough to embarrass me in any other circumstance, but now all I feel is intense need.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” I scream out, squirting all over his length. “I’m coming. I’m coming on your best friend’s cock, Maddox. It’s so good. Fuck me!”
Maddox moans with me. “Yeah, baby girl. Come on that cock. I know it’s so much better than mine. Get what you need.”
What feels like minutes pass before I finally slump down into the bed—melting.
Oh my God.
I whimper as Zander pulls out of me, only to notice he’s still hard when he moves to get off the bed. “Did—you didn’t finish, did you? Why are you stopping?”
A moment of insecurity fills me.
What if he doesn't want to finish with us? Did it go too far? Has he changed his mind?
Did Maddox scare him away with his honesty?
My mind whirls nonstop—until Zander roughly tugs at one of my braids, forcing my head to snap back. His voice is rough. “Stop thinking. Thinking isn’t allowed after I’ve made you cum that hard. Say ‘Yes, Daddy’ if you understand me.”
Ope.
I nod my head. “Ye-yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he whispers before tugging both the elastics out of my hair. “Take these braids out. I want to pull your pretty pink hair properly when I make you squirt for a third time.”
A fire fills my belly. “A third time?”
“Mhmmm,” he says, only to turn to Maddox. And for a second time tonight, my mouth pops open in shock as I watch Zander fist Maddox’s short, cropped hair, and drag him to the actual floor. “I’m going to breed that sweet little pussy soon. I’m not done with you yet. But first, your cuck is going to sit in his own mess and clean the squirt off my cock like the good fuck-toy he is.”
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
ZANDER
My best friend’s mouth is wide open, begging me to fill him with my cock.
My cock.
I fist my length and raise my brows before slapping it on his tongue a few times, purely to tease him. “How long have you wanted this cock in this slutty face hole, cuck?”
With his tongue still sticking out, he mumbles, “Forever, I can’t remember a time that I didn’t want you.”
Fuck, this is hard to stay in scene. How am I supposed to bully and humiliate my best friend as he’s pouring out his heart to me? Plus, add the fact that it’s bringing all of my feelings that I’ve tried to hide, right to the surface.
Ignoring all of those thoughts and going with the opposite of what my body is begging me to do, I thrust into his mouth so he can’t speak. Instead, he’s gagging on my length. Unable to say another word that’ll have me picking him up, holding him, and never letting go.
He’s had to have done this before. He’s working me over with a sick rhythm, and when I look down into his watering eyes, I have to close mine not to come right here and now.
