Epilogue #3
“Put some of the oil on your fingers and work them in, adding one at a time. You want to stretch him out, love. Add more oil to make it easier for him to take my cock.”
She nodded, focusing on the task at hand. She sat up on her knees, pouring some of the oil onto her right hand, bracing Charles by the hip with her left.
He groaned at her touch. “Oh please,” he murmured, his breath fanning the tip of Warren’s cock.
She took a breath, trailing her oiled finger down his arse. He groaned again. Pressing into her touch.
Behind her, Warren watched, his hand stroking the back of her thigh. “Do it.”
Not waiting another second, she worked her first finger in, loving the tightness as Charles pressed back against her.
“That’s it,” Warren muttered, his other hand clutching Charles’s curls, controlling the speed of his mouth on his cock.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl. And he’s being so good for you.
Do you like feeling our wife in your arse, Charles?
" When he didn’t reply, Warren tugged him off by the hair. “Speak.”
Charles groaned. “Yes—god—I need more. Please, Madeline.”
She pressed a second finger in, and he shuddered.
“Stretch him out,” Warren directed. “Move your fingers apart.”
She did as he said, working in a third finger that had Charles moving his hips against her hand. She smoothed her other hand across his lower back, increasing the speed of her thrusts.
Smack.
She gasped, her whole body shuddering as she recovered from the sting of Warren’s slap to her bottom. She looked over her shoulder at him, cheeks burning with warmth as her core clenched tight with need. “John—”
“Spread your legs, lovely.”
As she did, his hand was already moving between her legs, curling up to sink two fingers inside her heat. She shivered with satisfaction, sinking down to ride his hand as she worked Charles open.
They were all groaning, chasing their pleasure. But she wanted more. She pulled her fingers free of Charles, clamping her legs tight around Warren’s hand, stilling his movement. “Charles, take our husband. Own him. We don’t stop until he begs.”
Charles smiled, kissing her, as behind them Warren laughed. “I don’t beg, lovely.”
She smiled back, not saying the words in her heart. Tonight, you will.
She watched as Charles straddled him, oiling his cock and tossing the vial aside. Warren gripped him behind the knees as Charles used one hand to hold his cock steady, sinking down on it with a shuddering breath. They teased each other, Warren shifting his hips as Charles squeezed him.
“So fucking perfect,” Warren muttered. “Look at you speared on my cock. Who owns you?”
Charles groaned, sinking down to take Warren to the hilt. “Ah—you do—”
“Ride me, Charles. Ruin yourself on me.”
Charles was already moving, his lean muscles tight as he tipped his head back, eyes closed.
Madeline inched forward, lowering her face until she could claim his cock with her mouth.
Charles cried out, his hand fisting her hair as he worked himself on Warren and Madeline on his cock. She thrilled at the feel of him in her mouth, knowing what pleasure she gave him.
“Look at you both,” said Warren, watching them together, his hand smoothing up Madeline’s leg. “You’re mine. Every inch of this skin. Every beat of your hearts.”
Heart racing, she scooted away from Warren’s touch, leaving him with nothing to do but watch. He growled, grabbing for her hip. She swatted his hand away.
“I think she wants you to work for it,” Charles panted, his thrusts slowing as he chased his release.
Before she could reply, she was gasping, her mouth popping off Charles as Warren curled forward, grabbing her by the hips. He clamped on tight, dragging her backwards, flipping her over until she straddled his chest facing Charles. “Sit on my face, lovely.”
She smiled, glancing over her shoulder at him. “What do you say?”
He groaned, both hands going to her breasts to tweak her nipples. She shivered, moving her hips on reflex against his chest, but then she stilled.
Charles watched them with a smile, his hand snaking around to cup Warren’s balls. He gave a little squeeze. “What do you say, John? Ask our wife nicely.”
“You’re both in so much trouble,” he muttered, his hands sliding down to her hips, one moving between her legs to flick her bud.
She whimpered, desperate for more, but she remained still on principle. Charles stopped too, panting for breath, his brow slicked in sweat.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Warren ordered, pressing his hips up against Charles.
But Charles was on her side tonight. “One little word, John, and we will worship you over and over. The sun will rise, and still we will shower you with our love. We’ll give you everything, if you but only ask.”
Warren groaned. “I’m gonna spank both your arses raw.”
Madeline grinned, wiggling her hips against his chest. “Promises.”
Charles laughed, sliding himself off Warren’s length, waiting.
“Ah—fuck—fine,” Warren barked. “Please. God help me, I’m saying please. Madeline, get your cunt on my face and make me drown. I want you choking on our husband’s cock when he shatters. And Charles, don’t you dare stop until I’ve filled your arse with come.”
Madeline smiled, leaning forward to meet Charles in a kiss. He was grinning too, his hips already moving again. Taking a deep breath, she inched back, her body coiling tight at the first swipe of Warren’s tongue between her legs.
As she took boundless pleasure with her husbands, one word echoed in her mind and in her heart. Free. Madeline Bray was free.
THE END