“I already want you to fuck me.”
I just smile at her as I fasten her arms behind her. Pushing her breasts out. Clay can’t resist as he pulls one of her nipples into his mouth. Then the other.
I slap his ass lightly. It's too tempting not to, and I’m about to have it.
He just smirks at me. “Enjoy the show, baby. I get the feeling it's going to be a great one.”
“Come here, love.” I take his mouth in a brutal kiss. My hunger is taking over as I've thought about this for hours.
I also want Jo aching and desperate. I want her to enjoy watching, yet be begging to join us. My hands push him back towards the couch, our lips separating, and our heavy breaths fill the air.
Clay moans into my mouth, holding onto me and seeking friction against my body.
I pull on the drawstring of his sweats and let them fall to the ground. Kicking them aside when they do. I do the same to mine.
“Turn around, arms extended and ass up.” My voice comes out deep and raspy.
“Oh damn.” Clay groans but doesn’t hesitate.
“Very good, husband.” I kneel behind him, spreading his ass wide, and I drag my tongue over him. Teasing relentlessly around his tight rim.
“Ah! Grant... fuck.” Clay whimpers.
I continue to get him nice and wet. My ears perk up at Jo's gasp. A smirk threatens, pleased by her reaction. This is just the beginning.
The scene has to look fucking hot. Both cocks are on display. Both thick and dripping. Ready. I'm eating my husband’s ass as he arches into me.
Fuck. My cock swells as I get lost in the moment.
“I could eat you all night, but my cock is jealous. And Jo is looking a little needy, too.”
“I knew you were an ass man.” Jo fusses.
Good. One step closer to begging. I have so much more planned, and I want her to be mindless.
My cock is red, swollen, and ready.
I cover it with lube and drip extra into his hole. Making more of a show for her.
“Ready to take our cocks, Jo? Do you wish you were in this position?”
“Yes.” Comes out on a breath. Her chest is rising and falling faster.
I grab her chair and pull her closer. They both groan. Both needy. Just the way I want them.
My hands return to Clay’s ass, holding him open as I push in. No teasing. I need him. Giving him my cock with long strokes, letting Jo see everything. We are practically on top of her. Precum hits her thighs.
“Love, is your cock ready to burst?”
“Fuck… yes.”
I slow my thrusts and wrap my arm under his leg.
“Open, tongue out.” Jo doesn’t miss a beat and does as asked. Her pupil’s wide and lust-filled.
“I want his cum, it would be a shame to waste it.” Then I thrust forward, pushing his cock into her mouth.
“Shit.” Clay has a death grip on the couch; his arms will feel it tomorrow.