Breathlessly, he answers, “Good, let them enjoy the show. Maybe they’ll beat themselves off and pout that they can’t have our girl.”
I blink.
Ourgirl?
Shaking my head, I give Marley the nod, and she pulls my cock free. I lean against the seat of my bike while she works me over with her soft hand. I can’t see Zander’s eyes, but I know they’re on my cock.
Marley notices the same thing and is quick to ask, “You like what you see, Zander?” I know he’s seen my cock before, but sadly never at full mast.
“Y-yes… More than I thought I would, actually.”
The doe eyes are back when Marley asks, “Can we see you, baby?”
He doesn’t even hesitate, unbuttoning his belt, button, and throwing his zipper open before he reaches in and pulls his cock free.
“Fuck…” Marley and I simultaneously groan when our eyes land on all of him. His grip not faltering from his pulsing, nearly leaking cock.
I’m still appreciating Zander when I feel Marley grab my thighs and swallow me to the back of her throat. My hands fly to the sides of her head. “Shit, Marley, slow—” My head falls back before I finish what I was going to say. “Down.”
I guide her up and down my cock, slowly—slow enough that I don’t come at an embarrassing rate. I watch as Zander strokes his cock, and I want to look anywhere else, but my eyes are glued to him. I’m finally able to see him like this, and there’s no stopping this train now.
His helmeted head falls back on his shoulders. “Fuckk, I think I’m going to co—” Marley swats his hand away and warps her own around the base of his cock, trying to force him not to come. He hisses. “Marley… please let me come.”
Hearing him beg my wife to come has my toes curling in my boots. “Not yet, baby, I want you both coming at the same time… On me—my face specifically.”
CHAPTER
SEVEN
MARLEY
Drool slides down my chin as I stare up at my husband, his cock at the back of my throat, while he stares at Zander’s cock—rather than me—even as he bobs my head up and down on his length like his personal fleshlight.
The realization of that fills me with two intense emotions.
Lust.
My pussy aches to be filled with one of them, and my thighs squeeze together, trying to get some friction where I need it most.
But also a possessive, primal urge to have his eyes back on me.
Need.
I suck hard against his length, hollowing my cheeks, before scraping my teeth against his sensitive flesh. Instinctively, his hands tighten on my head, pulling at my braids.
“Fuuuuck, Starburst. What was that for?”
I pop my mouth off of him. “Be a good boy and appreciate what you’re getting for yourself, yeah?”
Immediately, like a switch is flipped, his eyes grow hazy at the demand-filled praise, and he nods his head eagerly. “Yes, Mommy.”
My eyes snap toward Zander’s visor as I move to pump Maddox’s cock with my hand. His length bobs in the air in front of me, precum building at the tip of him, and I move my face closer, desperate to taste it.
Taste my best friend’s cum while I fist my husband’s dick.
Fuck me.
Zander’s voice comes out, muffled slightly from beneath the helmet. “Mommy, huh?”
