Chapter Twenty-Two
Damon.
Sweaty, beautiful, and full of my husband’s cum, our wife crawls over to me, then straddles me. She reaches between us, grabbing my hard length just as Maverick steps into the room, and he smirks at me.
I hear the rustling of his clothes drop to the floor.
Raven reaches for him, her breasts softly swaying when he climbs in behind her.
But the usual beast in him seems to be asleep.
This Maverick is… different. I am intrigued, to say the least. Raven impales herself on my cock, already rigid and aching from the show she and Jonas put on.
I groan at the intense heat engulfing me. “Christ, Amourette.”
“That was my first clue,” Maverick confesses. “How much hotter she’s gotten.”
“So tight,” I groan again when my wife seats herself fully on me. I look down at where we’re joined, the plump lips of her pussy so unbelievably pink, stretched and molded to my girth, yielding to me. No part of my wife is less than divine or send my mind into a buzzing frenzy.
“Is that normal?” Maverick asks, reaching around and tap-tap-tapping his fingertips on her swollen clit.
A raw gasp leaves her throat.
“Increased… blood flow… changes in… hormone levels… Fuck, Amourette.”
Raven’s head lolls against Mav’s bare chest as her hips roll, and a breathy, “Maverick,” escapes her lips.
I catch the second his beast perks up behind his eyes. “There you go, Siren,” he murmurs against her temple. “Fuck the good doctor, Angel. We both know that greedy little cunt needs more cum, doesn’t she?”
“Yes…” Her hands find purchase on my chest, arms pushing her breasts together. Each of her movements are erotic and sensual, from the way her hair clings to her damp skin, to the pearled pink tips of her breasts, the sway and slight jiggle. Each roll of her hips has me entranced.
“Good fucking girl… so sweet…” Maverick drawls.
Her hips pick up, seeking his deft fingers, her inner muscles gripping me tight. He pushes her forward gently until her breasts are against my chest and her full weight is on me. She smiles so sweetly against my lips, moaning softly.
I hear a small hum coming from Jonas, now directly beside me.
“She looks so good on you.” He leans closer, and Raven moves her head so he can take my mouth with his, moving my hand to her hip.
His strong tongue slides against mine but he pulls away to kiss our wife, giving me a show.
“So pretty when you use Daddy’s dick, baby, Look at you. Does it feel good?”
“S-so good,” she moans.
He leans and kisses her, reaching between us to play with her nipples. She tightens around me, more of her slick heat leaking around me. I groan beneath her.
“Keep going, Siren.”
Then I feel him. The head of Maverick’s dick at her entrance. It’s something we’ve never done before, but we are celebrating. Slick, hot, and so fucking tight, my eyes cross at the increasing pressure. Simultaneous groans leave us- the sound of a tormented cacophony bouncing around sticking to me.
Maverick hauls her up to him. Back flushed to his chest. “Such a filthy fucking girl, Raven. You want more? Want to put this sweet little mouth of yours to good use?”
She nods frantically. “Please!”
Jonas stands up, and she opens wide for him. Her nails claw at my chest when he goes a little too deep, and her pussy clenches around Maverick and me. Like always, we find our rhythm, increasing in tempo, praise and degradation, but our wife squeals in delight, beautifully begging for more.
Every flutter, every orgasm, every cry, every clutch to my chest, is imprinted on my skin, my mind, my heart.
We fall into a sweaty heap on the bed, then move quickly to get our tired girl bathed and fed.
When Maverick and Jonas fall asleep, she turns to face me, throwing her thigh over my hip, and I tuck myself into her.
I get us comfortable, then push away the damp silver tresses that made their way onto her face and tuck them behind her ear.
In the pale moonlight filtering in through the open blinds, I trace her face with my fingertips. “Mon coeur,” I whisper.
“Mon ancre?”
“Mon infini.” My forever.
Glittering amber eyes find mine in the darkness as she takes my hand, kisses my fingertips, then places it over her sternum, where I feel the strong heart beating beneath it.
For me. Her lips part, and the certainty, the absolute finality in her next words, soothe my soul rattling in its cage, awaiting its master. “Mon toujours.”
My always.
La Fin.