Chapter Twelve #3
"Who is the boss of you, Claire?" Xavier asked, his voice steady even as he kept fucking her with deep, powerful strokes.
Claire's mouth fell open. A loud moan spilled out instead of words as her body rocked forward with every thrust. The pleasure was overwhelming. Her pussy was so full, so stretched, and every stroke hit places inside her that made her toes curl.
"Answer me," he commanded, his hand coming down sharp, spanking her ass.
Claire cried out, her back arching hard as the burn spread across her skin.
"You are," she gasped, her voice shaky and broken. "You're the boss of me."
"Good girl." Xavier kept thrusting deep and steady, his thick cock stretching her perfectly with every stroke. "And who do you answer to at work? Who do you belong to in that office?"
Her hips rolled back to meet him greedily. "My boss," she moaned, the words tumbling out between desperate gasps. "I belong to my boss at work."
Xavier did not slow down. "Does your boss's cock feel good inside you?"
Claire's face burned with shame, but the pleasure was too strong to fight. Her eyes flicked toward Jason for a brief second before she looked away again.
"Say it," he ordered, spanking her ass again, harder this time.
"Yes," she whimpered, her voice cracking with raw need. "Yes, my boss's cock feels so good. It feels so fucking good."
Jason's fist tightened around his cock as he stroked himself desperately. He had already pulled his hand away once, terrified he would cum too soon, but the sight and sounds of his wife getting fucked were too much. He could not stop himself from touching again.
Xavier's thrusts grew harder and faster. The headboard began to knock rhythmically against the wall.
"And who does your pussy belong to now, Claire?"
Claire buried her face against her arm. She hesitated, her body still rocking forward with every deep thrust. For a long moment only soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped her. Then, in a tiny, shaky whisper that was barely loud enough for Xavier to hear, she answered.
"My boss."
Xavier's hand fisted tightly in her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look at her husband. At the same moment his palm came down hard on her ass. "Louder. Who does your pussy belong to now?"
Claire cried out from the sting. "Oh fuck," she gasped, the words spilling helplessly from her. Her eyes on Jason’s. "My boss. Fuck. My pussy belongs to my boss."
Jason's hand flew off his own cock the second the words left her mouth. He grabbed the arm of the chair instead, but it was already too late. His cock pulsed on its own, hot ropes of cum shooting across his stomach and chest in powerful spurts, completely untouched.
Claire watched it happen, watched her husband lose control just from hearing her say it, hands-free, helpless because of her.
That sight, combined with the words still hanging in the air, her own confession, sent her crashing over the edge right behind him.
The orgasm ripped through her, her whole body convulsing, her arms shaking beneath her, and she kept moaning the words like she couldn't stop herself, broken and repeating.
"My boss... oh god, my boss..." Her pussy clenched and pulsed around Xavier in waves, her hips still rocking back to meet every stroke.
Xavier suddenly pulled out of her from behind and flipped Claire onto her back.
He settled between her spread thighs and drove back inside her with a deep, powerful thrust. His control was finally cracking.
He braced himself above her, muscles flexing, and began fucking her hard, his hips slamming forward with urgent, almost desperate force.
"Fuck," he growled, the first real crack in his composure all night. His breathing grew ragged. Low, deep grunts escaped his chest with every brutal thrust.
Claire moaned loudly beneath him, her hands gripping his forearms tightly as her whole body rocked with the intensity of his fucking. Her tits bounced heavily with every slam of his hips.
He lasted only a few more savage strokes before he pulled out with a deep groan.
He gripped his thick cock and stroked it furiously, aiming right at her.
The first powerful rope of cum erupted across her stomach in a thick, white line.
The second shot higher, painting her tits and splattering across her hard nipples.
Another heavy spurt landed on her chest, followed by more that streaked all the way up to her neck.
Several thick drops landed on her chin and the bottom of her parted lips.
Xavier kept stroking himself through every pulse, milking out every last drop until Claire was thoroughly marked. Her stomach, tits, and face glistened with his cum, streaks of it running down her skin as she lay there panting beneath him.
Jason stared, unable to look away. His wife lay there completely wrecked, covered in another man's load, breathing hard with her legs still spread.
The sight burned itself into him, permanent in a way nothing else tonight had been, and some small, distant part of him understood that he was never going to be able to unsee it. He wasn't sure he wanted to.