I quirk an eyebrow at him. “To him. You can be Daddy tonight. He’s just the little boy who will be put in the corner.”
Maddox’s knees buckle slightly, a rough moan tearing from him. I turn to him, smirking, before tightening my grip to an almost painful jerk. I’m almost surprised the bike he’s leaning on hasn’t tipped over from the amount of weight he’s putting on it. “You want that, sweetheart?”
Before he can respond, Zander roughly tugs at one of my braids. He guides my mouth to his cock, grunting as he looks directly at Maddox. “Fuck what that little boy wants. I’ll be your Daddy. C’mere.”
It’s my turn to whimper now.
The one thing that will always test my own dominant words toward my husband is when we invite someone in who knows how to put us both in our place.
It makes me want to worship them.
Even if it occasionally makes Maddox want to cry—all while he masturbates furiously to the sight. We both know he enjoys it. The degradation. The jealousy. The lack of control.
As all cucks do.
Without any hesitation, I open my mouth submissively and groan when his precum and heavy cock finally land on my tongue. I swipe my tongue against the tip of him. His own groan is loud as he tightens his hands in my hair, and it sends sparks directly to my clit.
He’s big andthick.
Far thicker than my gorgeous, yet pitiful, husband.
I lean back slightly, turning toward Maddox with an evil grin on my face. “Looks like we just found our perfect bull, little one. He’s so much better than you. You love that though, don’t you?”
His hand immediately moves to his own dick, and he jerks it roughly. Once. Then twice. Then gurgles out a moan. “Yes, Mommy. So much. Tell me how much better he is.”
I don’t get a chance. Zander lands a gentle smack on my cheek, forcing my attention on him, before his cock shoves itself in my mouth, farther than before. He speaks to Maddox himself… except I can’t hear either of them now.
Fucking helmet comms.
The only sounds I hear are my choking gags as Zander hits the back of my throat over and over again, paired with muffled tones of them speaking to each other.
Or Zander speaking, really.
From my peripheral vision, it just looks like Maddox is about to combust as he furiously pumps his cock to the sight of us.
To whatever degrading words Zander is saying to him.
God, I fucking love it.
It took us a very long time to be fully comfortable with any sort of cucking. Granted, I was always the dominant one in the bedroom. Even in college. But the intimacy of sharing myself with men that Maddox wants for himself, but has to earn by way of humiliation? It’s a completely different ball game.
It started slow in the beginning.
Threesomes.
Then some hotwifing scenes, where I’d be the star of the show.
And then, eventually, cucking. Where the poor, pitiful hubby would sit in a chair and cry that he couldn’t have me at all.
I curse myself for the damn skin-tight riding leathers I’m wearing. My pussy has never needed to be touched more than it does right now.
The sound of a car door slamming shut somewhere along the street makes the feeling more intense. My knees ache against the pavement, and yet I immediately dig them into the ground harder as I fuck my own face with Zander’s dick, faster than ever. The thought that someone could be watching us right now—turned on to something equivalent to a live porno—sets a deep fever in me.
Finally, I hear Zander’s voice again. “Marley. God-fucking-damn it. I’m going to come. You want my cum all over this pretty little face?”
My eyes snap up to him, and I do my best to nod with him still in my mouth.
He groans loudly, and I feel his balls draw up as his orgasm approaches. “Should we let the little boy come too?”
