PEREGRINE
I was going to ruin her with Merrick’s help. He was good at this, that was apparent in the way he’d made my wife’s eyes roll back and her body shake. Disgust curled in my chest. It was a fucking privilege that I was letting him touch her, but he seemed to understand that so I needed to keep it together. His hands and mouth moved over her body with reverence. The way they should. He wasn’t doing anything wrong.
I moved back, running a hand over my chin. Merrick wasted no time stepping between her thighs. He held her jaw between his fingers and kissed up her throat. His mouth worked slowly, licking, kissing softly, sucking her delicate skin. Her head fell back and her lashes fluttered.
“Oh my God,” she breathed.
“You like it, kitten?” I asked.
She moaned, trying and failing to form words. God, I loved seeing her helpless, every drop of resistance wrung from her beautiful body.
“Use your mouth on her, lick her pussy for me,” I ordered. “Keep those eyes on me, angel. I want to see it in your fucking soul when he makes you scream.”
I pushed off the table to get a drink from the bar in the corner. Her eyes followed me and fell on a bottle of red wine on the counter. I caught the look on her face and held it as I pulled the cork out and returned to them.
“You want a drink, kitten?” I whispered, bending over her shuddering body.
She nodded, swallowing. I took a mouthful from the bottle and bent, pulling her mouth open. Her soft lips parted and I looked down into her mouth, waiting for me. Then I swallowed the wine. Her lids flickered and her brows drew together.
“Would you like to give it to her, Merrick?” I asked huskily.
“Fuck, yes,” he breathed.
For a moment I considered just handing him the bottle, then I realized it didn’t fucking matter. We’d just eaten out the same pussy. I took her by the hair and held her steady while I filled my mouth with wine and bent over Merrick. He parted his lips, his throat flushed, and I spat the crimson liquid into his mouth. Beside me, Rosalia moaned like she was on the edge of coming.
Merrick leaned forward and I held her head back for him as he let the wine stream between her lips. A thin ribbon of red slid from the corner of her mouth and ran down the side of her neck.
“Fuck, baby, you loved that,” Merrick purred.
He licked down the side of her neck and sucked her left breast into his mouth. I bent and pushed my fingers between her thighs, pumping hard and working her G-spot until she cried out. Her soft, round ass shook as she strained off the table.
“You like my fingers in you, kitten?” I breathed, leaning in and brushing my mouth over hers. My tongue flicked out, licking the remnants of wine from her swollen skin.
She whimpered.
“Use those fucking words.”
“Yes, sir.”
Merrick pulled from her breast, leaving her nipple red and swollen.
“She’s such a sweet girl,” he breathed. “So fucking good for us.”
His use of the word annoyed me. Not us. Me. She was a good girl for me and part of that entailed being good for Merrick tonight. I knew Rosalia and I saw in her eyes how she clung to my every word, how she watched me while Merrick pleasured her body. So wet and desperate for my approval.
I had her in a fucking chokehold, even when she was in another man’s arms.
Not ours.
Mine.
I pulled my fingers from my wife’s tender pussy and pushed them into her mouth, wiping them across her lips. Merrick bent as I drew them back and licked her mouth, pushing his tongue between her teeth until she opened and let him in. He pushed his tongue into the back of her throat, licking along the roof of her mouth, and pulled back to let her breathe.
“Fuck. Me,” he moaned.
I turned to the bar and poured a glass of wine, leaning back. “Go on then, eat her cunt so I can watch her writhe on your face.”
Merrick’s chest heaved as he shifted her back and pulled her legs open until she was fully spread. But it was me that she kept her eyes on. Her lust drenched gaze held me entranced, my cock throbbing against my zipper. Her mouth was swollen from being bitten and licked and her naked breasts were marked from Merrick’s mouth. There was a splotchy flush up her stomach, like a stain on her skin.