His grin widened. “I wonder if she’s a slut like you.” He dipped a finger between her legs, pushing it beneath her black thong. “Maybe she is.” When he pulled his hand away, his finger glistened with her cum. Sticking it between his lips, he groaned. “Tasty.”
My core clenched.
“Do you want a taste, Mia?” he asked me, his voice rough.
I pushed away from the wall and went up to him. Grabbing hold of his nape, I pulled him down to meet my mouth.
He shoved his tongue between my lips, a slight acidic flavor popping between us.
“Tasty,” I whispered, pulling away from him.
Jude smirked.
I let my gaze travel down the length of him.
He leaned forward, pressing his lips against my ear. “I want you to watch me fuck her.”
“God.” I shivered at the mere thought. “Yes.”
“Get on the table, baby.” He grabbed hold of Tiffany’s hips, pulling her away from the table. “You’re going to eat my wife’s pussy,” he told her.
Tiffany’s eyes darkened, her tongue peeking out to lick across her lips.
Leaning against the edge of the table, I laid back.
Jude pushed her toward me, reaching between them and lowered the zipper to his jeans.
With shaky hands, Tiffany reached under my dress and pulled down my panties before tossing them to the side. She gave me a wink. Gripping my thighs, she lowered her mouth to my center at the same time my husband thrust into her.
***
(Tiffany)
Jude didn’t give me a chance to get used to his size. He powered into me, forcing this newfound pleasure to brew deep within until it exploded to the surface.
He gripped the back of my neck, pushing my face into his wife’s cunt.
I moaned and hummed against her, her whimpers and pleas for more egging both Jude and I on. I knew it would come to this. This need for more. This need for each other. But a part of me, that naïve part, still never thought it would actually happen.
As Jude used my body for his own personal gain, I could still feel the remnants from Mia’s toy earlier that day. My pussy ached, throbbing from the powerful release that toy had given me only to be replaced by another urge caused by my stepbrother.
Shaking my head back and forth, I swallowed the taste of Mia. Everything that made up her. She was sweet, acidic, and damn near powerful. I had gone down on other women before but none of them tasted as good as she did.
Gripping the backs of her thighs, I pushed them toward her chest. The movement gave me better access.
“Fuck, that’s it, Tiffany. Get in there,” Jude growled above me. “Show my wife how you like to eat pussy.”
Mia thrust her hips up and down, fucking her body on my tongue and took from me what she wanted.
Thrusting my tongue in and out of her, I slipped a finger over her center and lower. Running the tip up and down, I coated the tight spot at her ass with her cum.
Her breathing picked up, her dark eyes locking with mine.
I winked, shoving my finger deep into her ass.
She moaned, falling back on the table.
Jude leaned over me, grabbing hold of her breast. He gripped and squeezed, pinching the nipple between his fingers.