“Too late. Take your hand off mine. You’re getting what you deserve, bad girl.”
“Ty, I’m serious. You don’t have to do this. There’s nothing to prove.”
“Fine. Keep your hand.” His fingers slid farther down. “Guide me.”
She gasped as he pressed a finger between the lips. Her eyes widened at me. Was she looking for validation or approval? Then she gasped again. The seams of his fingers moved underneath the fabric of her panties, turning her gasps into moans quickly.
My cock stiffened. Despite the jealousy that gnashed at me every time he was touching her while I watched, it turned me the fuck on. There was something about watching her hot and bothered like a bitch in heat that drove me insane even when I wasn’t the one in her pussy.
Her hand moved over his, guiding him as he said. Her hips thrust up and down as she needed more like a hungry slut. I couldn’t just watch.
Fist around her throat, I kissed her hard. My other hand pulled down the straps of her gown. Her naked tits perked up, and her nipples jutted out. I sucked them one by one. Then I circled my tongue around them until she was shivering with pleasure.
I joined my son’s fingers inside my wife’s pussy—something I’d never thought I’d say— while I devoured and squeezed her firm tits. Her pussy was so slick and warm, and the sounds it made while we both fucked her with our fingers on her period made me carnal. I took her hand that was guiding him and rubbed it over my cock.
“Fuck, you’re hard,” she murmured as she pulled my cock out, her other hand searching for Tirone’s. When she had us both in her little fists, she licked her lip and then bit it, moving to take more of our fingers.
“Such a naughty girl. A dirty, little slut taking four fingers while giving two hand jobs at the same time,” he said.
“Yes,” she hissed. “I’m your dirty, little whore, so desperate for you to fill my cunt. Give them to me, daddies. Punish your naughty girl.”
Tirone slapped her tits twice, his fingers leaving a red print on her plump flesh. And I punished her with slipping in another finger.
Her screams mixed with the wet slippery sounds of her bleeding pussy as our fingers shoved in and out of her, and her fists stroked faster. “I want you both to come all over my cunt, cover me with your cum, and then push it inside me and pull my panties back up. I want to go to sleep, as filthy as I feel, filled and marked by both of you.”
Fuck. My balls tightened at her dirty words. “You filthy, little bitch.” I pinched her nipple and crushed my lips onto hers.
“Do you want to come all over me, daddy?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Are you close like I am?” she whimpered.
“Fuck, yes.”
She looked at Tirone with hooded eyes. “Kiss me.”
His tongue parted her lips, and he drew so hard on her mouth. When he let go, she was desperate for breath. “Are you close?”
“Just say the word, and I’ll mark your pussy with my thick cum,” he groaned.
Gasping, she pulled both our cocks close to the top of her cunt and rubbed. “Please. Please.”
Her begging drove me to the edge. With a final tug from her hand, my cum poured on her pussy. Then I watched as my son covered my wife with his cum, too. We both pushed the, thick, sticky spurts inside her, marking her as she desired.
“Laius! Ty! Fuck!” Her whole body jerked and squirmed as she gushed all over our fingers with the strongest orgasm I’d ever seen her have.
We kept our fingers in, moving them to her pleasure until the last drop. Then, I pulled up her panties as she asked, keeping her filled and satisfied with the evidence of how much we loved and wanted her.
When I pulled my fingers out, stained with blood and arousal, I smelled it, and my cock wanted her all over again. She watched me, mesmerized, until she saw Tirone pull his fingers out, too.
Then her eyes widened when she saw the blood on his knuckles. Neither of us knew how he would react to the sight of it. Would he run to the bathroom to clean himself and make her feel dirty for all the wrong reasons? Would he flip and have an episode? I expected anything and was ready to fight him off if I had to.
But what he did exceeded my expectations, almost shocking me. He smeared her crimson wetness over his lips, licked them slowly, and then he leaned in closer to her and held her gaze as he sucked his fingers clean.
CHAPTER 11
Jo
