Sam whimpered when Elijah’s finger slipped inside her pussy. She clamped down on it, a silent plea for more.
“The way he stroked me … it was unlike anything I’d felt before. He’s demanding, and I’d succumbed to the pleasure at his insistence.”
Oh, she was well aware of how demanding her husband was. It was one of the most intriguing things about him. Regardless of where they were, Logan was the most powerful man in the room, and he didn’t have to speak. He had an air of authority and dominance that you could feel.
“Oh, God,” she moaned when Elijah pressed two fingers inside her, fucking her slow and deep.
She tried to ride his hand, but his arms kept her in place. He controlled her as he always did.
“When he shoved his shorts down, I wanted more. And when he placed my hand on his cock, I knew I was going to come. It was inevitable.”
“How did it feel? Touching him?” she prompted as she panted, accepting his fingers, eager for more.
“Velvet smooth and so fucking hard.” Elijah’s breaths came faster. “He wanted my hand on him, wanted me to give him the same pleasure he was giving me.”
“Eli … more, please.”
As though he’d reached a breaking point, his fingers disappeared. His arms slipped beneath hers, forcing her to release his thighs as he gripped her hips and lifted her up.
“Put my cock inside you,” he snarled harshly. “Let me feel the tight clasp of your sweet cunt, Sam. Now.”
Sam reached between her legs, guided his cock where she needed him most, and moaned as he lowered her down.
“God, yes,” she cried out, her voice echoing over the top of the water, her eyes closing as pleasure consumed her.
He shifted his hips forward, filling her so completely that she felt the pulse of his erection inside her.
“Watch him,” Elijah demanded. “Let him see the pleasure we give you.”
Sam forced her eyes open, locked her gaze with Logan’s as she pleaded for Elijah to fuck her. She loved how her husband’s eyes glazed, his hand pressing insistently over the erection concealed by his shorts. He was enjoying the show, which made it even hotter.
Elijah nipped her shoulder as he shifted her forward and back, moving her along his steely length, controlling the friction on his cock, using her to sate the unquenchable hunger.
“We jacked each other off right here in the water,” Elijah continued, panting as he fucked her. “He wanted to know what I liked, so I showed him, guiding his hand while he guided mine.”
She could only imagine how hot they’d been like that.
“Cup your tits, Sam,” Elijah barked, his control slipping. “Pinch your nipples. Let him see you.”
Her insides clenched and released as she did as he instructed. All the while, she watched Logan’s expression, the hard lines on his handsome face as he watched what Elijah was doing to her.
“He worked me roughly.” Elijah fucked her harder as he spoke. “Drove me fucking mad with his hand on my cock.”
Sam was close. Her pussy clutched Elijah’s cock, his vivid retelling driving her right to the edge.
His voice dropped an octave, rough and ragged. “He made me come in his hand, Sam. Made me come so fucking hard.”
“Eli…” She whimpered, pinching her nipples to keep from coming because she needed to hear the whole story.
“Then he made me return the favor, using both of my hands. He palmed the back of my head…”
“Oh, God.” Her pussy locked down on him as she imagined her dominating husband fucking Elijah’s hands, taking his pleasure from him.
Suddenly, Elijah stood, his arm banded around her waist, their bodies remaining intimately joined. He turned, and Sam had just enough time to press her hands to the pool wall before he began fucking her from behind, his hands bracing her thighs to hold her where he wanted her. Hard, fast, deep. She locked her elbows to keep herself in place, feeling the heat of Logan’s gaze as he watched them.
“I made … him … come,” Elijah rasped, his words punctuated by the persistent thrust of his hips. “Come for me, Sam. Come … all over … my cock!”
Sam screamed, her head falling back as her orgasm ripped through her. It was cataclysmic, a violent eruption that consumed her from head to toe.
“Oh, fuck…” Elijah’s hips slammed forward, his cock swelling seconds before she felt the delicious spasms deep inside her as he came. “Sam!”
It took a moment to catch her breath as Elijah pulled her back against him, holding her tightly. She dragged air into her lungs as she relaxed against him, aware of the fact that Logan had joined them.
“It was just the beginning, Sam,” Elijah whispered in her ear. “You did that, love.”
She covered his arms with hers, gripping tightly to show him how much she loved that he’d shared that with her. Logan stood before her, his eyes hot.
“Just as it should be,” Elijah said, his voice louder. “No matter what, it’s always about you.”
“Always,” Logan echoed, and she could see the dark hunger their encounter had ignited.
