Aslan turned forward again and panted.
“When you come, then I’m going to fuck you. Understand?”
“Mmhmm,” Aslan sighed, her voice a bit higher than normal. So delicious.
Shota continued to pump inside Honoka’s mouth and then Tang finished tying her and walked back around the table, finally allowing them to see. Her thigh had been tied the same as the first one. When he got back to his original position, Tang grabbed onto the tiny black material covering Honoka’s pussy and he shredded her panties.
Without missing a beat, licking two fingers, Shota reached over Honoka’s bound body until his slick digits disappeared between her thighs.
Honoka’s back bowed further off the table with whatever he was doing to her. She continued to suck Shota’s dick as he pumped his hips above her.
Tang grabbed another coil of rope by the bight and released it. He made Y-knots on the ends of her futos by her knees and then attached the rope to the sides of her chest harness, keeping her legs good and wide. She actually couldn’t close them. Even if she wanted to she couldn’t protect her pussy.
Her trust and faith in the men tying her was utter and complete in that moment. Her vulnerability—and picturing Aslan in that position—ignited a fire in his gut that only spoke two things.
Aslan. Take her.
That he could take his wife just because he wanted to, without questions, without discussion, just…do it? Anytime he wanted to? Zeke had to shake his head to keep the monster at bay for a couple more minutes. The rhythm of need pulsing through him to feel Aslan come increased tenfold.
Wanting inside her was now an ache he wasn’t going to be able to ignore much longer. He sucked in a deep breath. “Fuck it,” he cursed. Pulling his hand free from her skirt and the other from her throat, he pulled her skirt up in the back to get it out from between them.
Removing his hand from between Honoka’s thighs, Shota dragged them along her abdomen, trailing them across her skin. He pulled his cock free from her mouth and then pushed his wet fingers past her lips.
Honoka’s moan reached him from several feet away.
Aslan leaned forward and held her skirt out of the way.
Zeke released his cock and pushed his jeans down his hips to give him enough room to maneuver. Then he grabbed Aslan by the back of her head and yanked her close again. “I hate you far away from me. I need you close. Need inside you. Then you can come. Come on me. I need it.”
“Yes-s-s-s,” Aslan hissed as she held him around the back of his neck for a second.
Releasing her hair, he lifted her high enough by her hips that his cock bounced free from between them. It smacked her pussy and then settled against paradise.
Aslan reached beneath her and fisted his shaft.
His head fell back on the couch as she tucked the head of his dick to the entrance to her pussy.
He eased her down onto him.
“Eased” was a bit of a loose description.
In this instance, it meant shoving into her wet heat and burying himself as fast as possible until he was balls deep inside her slick pussy.
She tried to swivel her hips but he couldn’t take it.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her to him.
If she moved again, it would be all over.
Filling her with his seed was an ache in his balls and all he could think about.
Trying to keep her still, he bit her shoulder and she cried out. Her pussy fluttered on his invading shaft and he bit harder to keep from coming.
Barely, he kept it under control as cum made his balls grow even heavier and full.
He looked up at the table and cursed.
“What?” Aslan asked.
“Look at the three of them. Look at what they did.”
“Fuuucckkkk.”
They were all naked now and they’d flipped Honoka onto her stomach with her head facing the end of the table where Tang now stood. His hands in her hair and his cock buried in her throat.
Momentarily, Zeke had forgotten how flexible the woman was. Remembrance came rushing back as Shota had her lower half practically perpendicular to the table. With her legs spread wide, he was fucking her pussy and it looked as if he had at least a couple fingers in her ass.
The sounds.
How had he missed the sounds from across the room?
Honoka gagging on cock. The sloppy, wet, fucking noises as three of her holes were filled.
Fuck.
Just fuck.
Zeke dug beneath Aslan’s skirt in the front again and worked her clit. His other hand pushed under the bottom of her blouse to find her tits.
Aslan covered his hands and worked her hips. “I’m gonna come, Zeke. So hard. I’m gonna…come.” The last work tumbled out of her as her body went rigid.
He reached across her body and latched onto her other tit to hold her close.
Working her clit, he pressed hard to keep her on his cock as he fucked up into her as hard as he could.
Fire raced down his spine as the sounds of more people orgasming in front of them filled the room.
In the span of a second, Zeke’s heart seemed to pause in his chest.
That perfectly expanded moment before he came inside his wife grew as cum moved into his shaft and he bit Aslan’s shoulder again to hold her in place. As if it were in slow motion, he closed his eyes so he could wallow in every detail.
Her scent, her hard nipple against his palm, the wetness coating his shaft, the lightness in his heart being exactly where he wanted to be as she shivered in his arms.
Sensation raced inward from the top of his head and the tips of his toes as Aslan’s pussy contracted on his cock, and again, and again.
Time and space raced back even faster to catch up for his held moment of perfection before his orgasm swallowed him whole.
He shouted as he came.
Pleasure shot from the end of his cock as he filled her pussy.
Wetness coated his balls and he had no idea if the gush of liquid was from him or her.
Both.
Had to be both.
His abdomen contracted in time with her pussy locking down on him as they continued to move together.
Delicious warmth spread through his body as he looked up and all three of the people at the table were squarely focused on he and Aslan.
Possessiveness rose inside him, more than a little thankful they couldn’t see Aslan at all. But they knew what he did to her. Was doing to her.
They knew.
Which made him the luckiest man in the history of ever.
The entire world went black around him as he held his panting wife close. Vague awareness of her fingernails in the backs of his hands made him growl in satisfaction.
His last thought before he passed out?
Mine.
Jennifer Kacey
Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her miniman in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. She’s the Amazon top seller and award winning author of the Elite Warrior Series, Members Only Series and the Surrender Series along with an ever growing list standalone novels and novellas. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less. Connect with her on twitter @JenniferKacey and Facebook. And don’t forget to sign up for her newsletter so you can hear about all of her new releases and giveaways!!
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