Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Jessica
I cried out with each thrust, sweat beading on my forehead.
He moved rapidly, deep, and hard. His throat made incoherent guttural noises, each pump and groan building toward a crescendo.
With a low growl, Faro drove himself against me, hard and rutting, burying himself as deep as he could. His body tensed above mine like he wanted to force every part of himself into me. He howled like a lunatic.
Jesus stood there powerless as Faro’s body bucked against me. I felt the moment he finished inside me. I hugged him fully and cried out too, my own body shuddering beneath him. I knew Jesus was watching. I knew he could see how hard I came for another man.
Faro stayed there for a while before collapsing over my spent body.
Omarion was fully aroused now. He touched himself and waited for Faro to move off me. After a while, Faro forced himself onto his feet. He looked tired from exertion, his legs wobbling a bit as he moved away from me.
Omarion handed over the gun and positioned himself between my legs. He guided himself to me, and slowly pushed back inside my worn-out body. Jesus glared at him, filled with jealousy. I could see it on his face. Omarion was a lucky guy today, getting to have me twice.
Faro sat near Jesus, his gun pointing toward him casually. He panted wildly. He looked tired. What he had done to me must have drained him. After catching his breath, he finally looked at Jesus.
“Enjoying the show?” He pointed toward the floor where Omarion pounded away at me. “Your wife is the best fuck I’ve had in a while, and I fucked some right whores.”
He said it loudly, making sure I heard every word.
Jesus ignored him. I knew he didn’t appreciate Faro comparing me to whores, but I also knew what I looked like. I was lying there, moaning, letting another man use me while my husband watched.
Then Faro saw Jesus’s swollen cock and his mouth spread into a wide grin.
“You like this, don’t you?”
“Of course not!” Jesus snapped at him. “I mean, no, but…”
“Your dick says differently. Little damn pervert is what you are.” Faro chuckled to himself.
Heat burned through Jesus’s cheeks. I saw him try to look away, but nothing helped. His eyes kept coming back to me. Faro noticed and laughed, understanding his dilemma.
“Fuckin’ hot… cunt…” Omarion grunted into my breasts. He had trouble stringing words together.
He pulled out of me, making me gasp in surprise. My body felt open and used in a way that made shame burn straight through me. He stood up abruptly and moved toward my face, his hand working fast. He howled, aimed, and finished across me.
I slammed my eyes shut at first, whimpering as the warmth hit my face, lips, cheeks, neck, and chest. I gasped openly, and some of it landed in my mouth. With every motion of his hand, more splashed over me, covering me in the evidence of what he had done.
I took it.
I just laid there and let him mark me.
Something primitive shifted in Jesus’s face.
I knew that look.
He needed to claim me for himself.
Gradually, Omarion stopped and squeezed out the last of it . Then he rubbed against my mouth, spreading it over my lips like a brush.
“Suck it,” he growled, trying to push himself into my mouth.
I kept my lips closed, so he turned toward Faro and shouted, “Boss!”
Faro immediately drove the muzzle of his pistol against Jesus’s temple.
I looked at Jesus wide-eyed. My heart lurched, even though I knew this was supposed to be part of the game. I immediately opened my mouth and took Omarion in, cleaning him with my lips and tongue.
“Eat it up. I don’t want you to waste a single drop.”
I obeyed. Using my tongue, I cleaned what I could from around my lips, and where I couldn’t reach, I scooped it up with my fingers and licked it off from there.
My eyes were filled with elation and shame. I struggled to swallow, and for some reason, seeing me like that only made Jesus more excited.
Once I finished cleaning myself up, I still looked like a complete mess. There was dried evidence clinging to my skin, my lips, my cheeks, my chest. Satisfied, Omarion moved away.
He looked at Faro, as if wondering what to do next.
Faro looked at Jesus, a cruel, wicked glint in his eyes.
“Your turn, hubby… you fuck her.”