Chapter 10
CHAPTER
TEN
MARLEY
“Oh, fuuuuck,” Zander moans as he slides into me, and my own moans mix in tandem with his. I can’t help but roll my eyes as he fills me to the hilt. “Marley. Oh my God. Fuck, you’re like a goddamn vise grip on me.”
I pant with him. “Hard not to be when you have a dick akin to a fucking water bottle.”
He shifts behind me, spreading my legs even wider, forcing himself that much deeper.
It’s almost painful. But as he pulls himself nearly all the way out, only to roughly slam into me again, a scream of pleasure tears out of my throat.
My entire body jostles with the movement, and I grip Zander’s dark blue comforter tightly.
My head snaps up as Maddox’s moans hit my ears too, and it only fuels Zander further, forcing him to pump in and out of me repeatedly. “What?” I pant out. “Is the cuck jealous? You wish this was you, fucking my tight little cunt?”
Maddox gasps and fists the chair. “Fuck yes. I do.”
Zander spits out his words next. “Too fucking bad.”
I egg him on. “C’mon. You can be meaner than that. The little boy loves to be bullied. I bet we can make him come in his boxers, even. His wife getting fucked by his best friend, while we both mock him for being a little bitch? He loves it.”
“Marleeeyyyy,” Maddox whines. “Please. I’m already fighting it.”
Zander’s quick to add, “Do you wish I was fucking your tight little hole, Maddox?” And I know that’ll hit him right in the gut; he’s wanted to have Zander all to himself for a long, long time.
The only answer Maddox squeezes out is a pained whimper.
I moan as Zander pistons his hips, and my eyes pop wide as I feel him continuously hitting that spot inside of me.
The spot he massaged until I squirted all over his face.
Oh fuck.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to fight it. I don’t want this to end so soon.
His dark chuckle surrounds me as my eyes roll back—cuck husband forgotten for the briefest of seconds. “Look at your wife, Mad Dog. You see how beautiful she is when she takes a real, thick cock? Instead of your pathetic, small one. You don’t even deserve this gorgeous woman.”
I have to bite back a hysterical laugh at his words. We both know Maddox certainly isn’t lacking in terms of size. And yet, my husband bites his lip so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if blood pools in his mouth.
“You like it, Marley?” Maddox whimpers.
“I fucking love it,” I respond. And I do. Enough so that when Zander stops moving for the briefest of seconds, I push myself back on him, taking exactly what I need.
It’s short-lived.
Because, within seconds, Zander maneuvers me to pin my arms behind my back with one of his hands and presses my cheek into the mattress with his other.
The new angle has me seeing stars. My need for wanting to last is quickly forgotten, and I almost feel like Zander heard my thoughts, because he goes faster and harder than ever before.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” I chant as that newfound feeling stirs inside of me.
“Yeah?” Zander growls. My moans turn into screams as he moves the hand from my face to reach around and rub my clit in tight, fast circles.
“You’re not gonna fight me, are you, pretty girl?
You going to squirt all over my cock? Gonna be my little slut from now on?
You don’t need your cuck of a husband when you have me, do you? ”
“Please!” I cry out, right on the cuff.
Zander spanks my clit in response, and it only brings me closer to that cliff. Fuck, I’m looking over the cliff now. “Answer my goddamn question, whore.”
“Just you,” I moan. “I don’t need him. Just you. Your cock is so good. So big. Please.”
Maddox moans so loud that I can’t help but shift my eyes to him. His own wide brown ones are locked on my euphoria-stricken face, and it’s mere seconds later before he shifts into the same expression—except, almost pain-induced.
“Fuck!” Maddox growls out. “I’m coming. Oh my God, I can’t help it—I’m coming in my boxers.”
Zander moans with him. “Good fucking boy. Soil yourself while I fuck your wife. I bet she’d love it if I called her my wife one day, too. She doesn’t need a cuck when she has a big, so-much-better cock inside of her instead.”
Maddox’s eyes snap up to Zander’s face—a mixture of need, desire, and love in his eyes—and the need to come fills me as my gaze snaps down to his hard, twitching cock in his boxers.
He really is coming in his pants.
I moan. He’s never done that before—in any of our cucking scenes.
Maddox cries out, clutching the armrests of the chair as he finishes completely. “God, yes. Have her. Take her. Love her with me. I’ve wanted this for years.”
My eyes close at that.
I know there’s more than lust-filled words in that sentence.
Those words weren’t said for the kink.
They were said for us—and for complete, utter honesty.
And I think Zander knows too, based on how he pauses inside of me for the briefest of moments.
After a long second passes, he only hums in response before shifting his hips once more, slightly to the right, and completely jams his cock at my G-spot.
The action forces my entire body to lock up as a fire unlike any other spreads through me, and my eyes snap wide open again, only to cross in euphoria once more.
Except, this time, it’s made even better as Zander continues to pump in and out of me while rubbing my clit, prolonging it as long as possible.
The sounds coming out of my own body would be enough to embarrass me in any other circumstance, but now all I feel is intense need.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” I scream out, squirting all over his length. “I’m coming. I’m coming on your best friend’s cock, Maddox. It’s so good. Fuck me!”
Maddox moans with me. “Yeah, baby girl. Come on that cock. I know it’s so much better than mine. Get what you need.”
What feels like minutes pass before I finally slump down into the bed—melting.
Oh my God.
I whimper as Zander pulls out of me, only to notice he’s still hard when he moves to get off the bed. “Did—you didn’t finish, did you? Why are you stopping?”
A moment of insecurity fills me.
What if he doesn't want to finish with us? Did it go too far? Has he changed his mind?
Did Maddox scare him away with his honesty?
My mind whirls nonstop—until Zander roughly tugs at one of my braids, forcing my head to snap back. His voice is rough. “Stop thinking. Thinking isn’t allowed after I’ve made you cum that hard. Say ‘Yes, Daddy’ if you understand me.”
Ope.
I nod my head. “Ye-yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he whispers before tugging both the elastics out of my hair. “Take these braids out. I want to pull your pretty pink hair properly when I make you squirt for a third time.”
A fire fills my belly. “A third time?”
“Mhmmm,” he says, only to turn to Maddox.
And for a second time tonight, my mouth pops open in shock as I watch Zander fist Maddox’s short, cropped hair, and drag him to the actual floor.
“I’m going to breed that sweet little pussy soon.
I’m not done with you yet. But first, your cuck is going to sit in his own mess and clean the squirt off my cock like the good fuck-toy he is. ”