I’m soaked, dripping down Moretti’s hard cock.
My eyelids flutter as Magnum once again rubs his erection. I might be putting on a show for everyone in the audience, but it feels like he’s putting on a private performance for me. He tugs on his belt, and I worry he’ll injure his shoulder, but he’s a grown man. Hopefully he understands his limits.
“I knew the moment I scented you that you were meant for me,” Moretti says close to my ear. “You were way too young for me with the seven-year age gap.”
I’m overwhelmed.
I want to ask him why he waited so long to claim me if he knew I was meant for him, but I bet it has to do with the marriage arrangement between me and Malachy O’Connor.
“My mother told me a long time ago what your scent means,” Moretti says, and I gasp.
I’ve always wondered how he could smell electric and what it means.
“That particular smell is reserved for soul matches—one step above a scent match.” He nips at my ear. “It’s a connection like no other. Having you this close to me, I can feel how true her story was. I’m not sure how I deluded myself into believing that I could let the O’Connors have you.”
Magnum pulls his cock free of his boxer briefs, wrapping his hand around his shaft. I wish he could join us, but this needs to be me and Moretti.
Mag mentioned before that he was shot in his dominant arm, and he looks a little uncoordinated as he works himself, but fuck me.
It’s so hot.
Combined with Moretti’s hard length inside me, and the way my husband applies more pressure to my clit, there’s no way I’m going to last.
“I should kill him for taking your attention away from me,” Moretti growls, yanking my head back with his hold in my hair. His teeth scrape down my neck, and then he’s standing.
I moan as it wedges him deeper inside me. He stomps around to the back of the chair, keeping me glued to his front with his forearm wrapped around my hip and his hand in my hair.
I’m sure I help a little, considering I tuck my feet behind his ass, holding on for dear life.
“Hands on the back of the chair,” he orders.
Once they’re in place, he backs up a bit. It leaves me stretched between him and the chair.
He pulls my head back and chuckles. “Now we can address your punishment for not warning me.”
The blissful pressure leaves my clit, and a half second later, he lands a stinging slap to my ass. The pain sizzles for a second before turning into warmth and eventually pleasure that radiates throughout my entire body.
My hands wobble, and I pray they don’t give out.
Another spank in a different area.
Then one more.
And again.
My head falls forward as my tits bounce, but Moretti pulls my head back.
“Don’t you want to watch your boyfriend jerk off while he’s daydreaming about being buried in your tight little cunt?” He keeps hold of my hair, forcing me to watch Magnum.
Moretti lands another barrage of spanks, and I’m so close that I might come just from the stretch of him inside me and the pain that turns to pleasure every time he smacks my ass.
That would be crazy.
“Feel free to scream for me, Vanessa,” Moretti says, finally beginning to thrust again.
My nipples and clit throb.
Each lungful of his electric scent makes me more disconnected with reality, and I sob as his cock swells, growing longer and thicker.
