Jude fisted my hair, towering over me. “Your cunt is nice and soaked, Mia. Did you like finger fucking my stepsister?”
“Yes,” I moaned, his hips slamming against the seat of my ass.
“Watch her,” he growled, pulling my head back.
Tiffany was now sitting in the chair across from the table, her hand between her legs.
A hard moan left me.
She threw her head back, her chest rising and falling. “Fuck her harder.”
My eyes widened. Looked like she wasn’t as innocent as I thought.
Jude chuckled. “My fucking pleasure.” He pulled out of me before brushing the tip of his cock over my tight little asshole.
I inhaled a sharp breath when he thrust into me.
A scream shattered through my damn soul as he ripped into me.
“Fuck,” I whined, my body burning at the delicious invasion of him being seated deep in my ass.
“Come on, Mia. I’ve been fucking your ass for years. You can take it.” He wrapped his hands around my throat. “Now let’s show Tiffany just how dark you like it.”
Tiffany’s eyes were wild as she watched us fuck. Her fingers picked up speed, pleasing that ache between her legs.
Rising onto shaky arms, I started moving back against my husband, taking all of him into all of me.
“That’s right. Such a perfect little slut. Taking my cock like a good girl.”
I shivered. God, I loved his degrading words. “Harder, Jude. Fuck your slut harder.”
A growl left him as his fingers tightened around my throat. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I locked eyes with Tiffany. “Come for us.”
She whimpered, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she fucked her pussy with her own fingers.
“Harder, Jude,” I demanded, needing to feel him force me over that edge. “Please.”
Jude released my throat and cupped my shoulders, pumping hard and fast into a part of me that had only ever been claimed by him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his cock spilling hot jets of his cum into me. Reaching an arm under me, I jumped when his fingers came into contact with my clit.
I squirmed, a whimper leaving me.
“I’m not letting you go until you come for me, baby.” He kissed my cheek, flicking his fingers against my clit. Although his cock was now soft, he still kept it inside of my ass. “Come for your husband, Mia.”
A fast release rushed through me, his name leaving my lips on a hard scream. “God.”
He chuckled, kissed my cheek one last time and released me completely.
Pulling away from the table, I did up my shorts.
“Well…” Tiffany fixed her dress, giving us a small smile. “Now that we had dessert, should we continue with supper?”
We laughed.
Jude did up his jeans and went to the fridge. He pulled out three beers and handed them to each of us before sitting between us.
“I’m fine if we just keep eating dessert.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
I giggled, shaking my head at my husband’s insatiable stamina.
Tiffany winked. “I like that idea.”