Chapter 12
CHAPTER
TWELVE
MADDOX
“Mmhmm.” I think I’m dreaming… My cock is rock hard, and something is pressing into my prostate at the perfect rhythm.
A rhythm and sensation I haven’t felt in a long damn time.
But anytime I try to figure out if I’m dreaming or not, the pleasure pulls me back under.
Then it hits me, Zander’s voice breaking into my dream.
“My little whore likes his hole to be stretched out while he’s sleeping.
” This has to be a dream because there’s no way he knows I enjoy some sleepy-time play, right? !
This is about to be a wet dream if I’m not careful…
But I don’t stop it.
It feels too good.
He feels too good.
Even if I can only have him in my dreams, it’ll have to be enough.
I’m wondering why he’s here, but this isn’t the first time he’s made an appearance.
My infatuation with my best friend has been going on for a long time now, and tonight felt like a fever dream being able to finally be with him in any capacity.
Even if that was me watching him fuck my wife.
As whatever is in my hole starts to separate slightly, scissoring and stretching me to its liking, I realize it’s a pair of fingers. I groan and moan from what I can tell, still dreaming, falling victim to the pleasure. “You’re taking my fingers so good, Maddox. So, so good for Daddy.”
I beg, not sure if it’s in my head or out loud, “More, I can take it.” My eyes immediately pop open when whatever was filling me is pulled free, and I’m suddenly empty.
In a sleepy haze, but awake enough to know what’s happening now, I whine, “Noooo, please, I need more. I can’t be empty.
” If I had the wherewithal to kick my feet, I would.
“Shh, baby, I’m going to give you this cock that you’ve been begging for.” It’s Zander behind me, and I melt into his front that is pressed against my back.
Zander just had his fingers in my ass, stretching me to take his cock, all while I was sleeping.
My cock weeps at the thought alone—him being in me, any part of him filling me, has my heart pounding with want. He was actually doing it. He was inside me—finally. And then the slide of his cock through my cheeks sends a shiver down my spine.
He’s right behind me, kissing my neck and shoulders, then whispers, “Can I, baby?”
“Please get that fat cock in me,” I beg, but he doesn’t immediately shove in like I expect him to.
No, he runs his lubed cock through my cheeks once more, teasing my hole with his head, but never pushing in enough to break through the ring of muscle.
“That’s not a yes, Maddox.”
“Yes, Zander, please, what else do you need me to say? I’ll say anything. I need you more than I need my next breath.”
He lines up, and with the smallest thrust, pushes his hips forward, finally driving his head into me. I shift my hips back toward him, wanting more—needing all of him.
Zander’s already panting between his slow thrusts. “Fuckkk, this is better than I ever imagined it would be.” It seems he’s trying to hold himself back, but I don’t want that. I want all of him. All that he’ll give me.
“Don’t hold back, Zander. I can take it.” Right as those words leave my mouth, a growl leaves his, and he shifts a little weight onto me slightly and pins my top hip to really get the leverage he needs. He gives me slow, full strokes with his cock, his pelvis bouncing off my ass each time.
I get lost in the pleasure of having Zander so close to me, our bodies rocking back and forth in a beautiful motion.
My hand is gripping his ass, pulling him into me, but also just appreciating Zander’s body.
His muscular ass flexing with each thrust is enough to have me squeezing the tip of my cock, trying to hold off from coming way too soon.
“Hands and knees, I want to pound into that prostate and have you seeing the stars,” Zander hums while pulling his cock from my hole, and the immediate emptiness has me about to start whining. But instead, I flip to my hands and knees, right over my sleeping wife’s form.
Zander spreads me open for his viewing. “Please fill me back up, Daddy.”
I hear him spit and feel it land on my hole, before he lines back up and slams back into me.
My eyes are practically crossing already just from the new angle.
Between his thrusts, Zander grits out, “Now eat your wife’s cunt, and if she happens to wake up, she’ll see you getting fucked like the little whore you are. ”