Chapter 23
Sutton
“Go slow, Zayd. I don’t want her coming until she’s on my cock.”
This is unreal. I should be ripping him off of her, furious that another male is touching my wife.
I keep waiting for all the bad feelings to come back, seeing them touch in an intimate way, but it's just the opposite.
I want to watch him fuck her. I want to see his cum spill from her stretched out pussy, then slip my cock into her sloppy wet hole and fill her again.
“Let us both get what we want,” Zayd says, lifting Layla, cradling her in his arms on his way over to where I sit on the couch with my cock out.
Standing before me, Zayd shifts Layla in his arms to hold her under her arms, facing him, then lowers her onto my lap. I hold my cock as he slots me inside of her.
Layla sighs and immediately rolls her hips as I cup her tits in my hands, holding her back against me.
To my further shock and amusement, Zayd drops to his knees between Layla’s and my legs. Gripping Layla’s hips, he helps her move up and down my length, doing most of the work for her.
“I could get used to letting someone else do the work while I just enjoy it.” The smile in her voice is palpable. I feel it in every muscle, flowing through my veins.
“Make her come, Zayd. I’m too fucking close.”
Zayd, acting on my orders, has a cleansing effect. All the insecurities I developed while he was gone seem so pointless. I can barely remember why I was worried and anxious.
When Zayd’s tongue licks through Layla’s slit again, making her channel contract around my cock, I imagine I was in the room with them when Layla was in heat. It was I who told Zayd to lie on the bed. It was I who ordered him not to look or touch.
And in a way, it was. Layla made those rules out of respect for me.
Layla whimpers with every flick of Zayd’s tongue around her clit. The knot in my core tightens, barreling toward my release every time a rogue lap of his tongue finds my shaft.
“Fuck, yes,” I hiss through gritted teeth as Layla strangles my cock as she comes.