Epilogue #2
She’d been so self-conscious last time, nervous of her nudity in front of Vince, embarrassed about the things they were doing in front of another man, fearful that Knox only wanted to prove he wasn’t a cuckold.
But now she loved that second set of eyes on her.
And looking at Knox, she whispered, “Fuck me now, baby.” Then she shot her gaze at Vince. As if she were inviting them both.
As she snuggled against Knox’s body, he murmured, “Tell me how you want it, sweetheart.”
“You know how I like it.”
Oh, yes, Knox knew. Moving to his haunches, he rolled her onto her back, spread her legs around him, stuffing a pillow beneath her hips, and stroked her clit with his cock.
Before he entered her, she looked at Vince. “Jerk off while you watch.”
Vince smiled. “Anything the lady wants.” She thought he’d simply unzip his pants, but he wasted no time in getting naked and coming to stand by the head of the bed, his hand wrapped around his rather impressive cock.
Knox slowly entered her while they all watched. In the mirror above, she saw that beautiful, massive cock slowly sliding into her, filling her. The feel of him, the sight of him was like nothing ever before.
He tipped his head back to watch the scene in the mirror, seeing what she saw, his cock taking his woman. And yet, with Vince watching, stroking himself, it had elements of the day Knox walked in on his wife being filled by another man’s cock.
Looking down again, his eyes hot as coals, he urged her, “Touch yourself for us.”
For him, her Vince, for herself.
At the first touch, she groaned. “Oh God, Knox, that’s so good.”
He took her slowly, the way she liked it, but also so he could watch. And Knox needed to watch.
As if he knew the right moment to speak, Vince said, “That’s so fucking hot.”
Even as her fingers moved faster, Knox’s cock stroked her on the inside, caressing her G-spot.
Her legs shook, and her toes pointed involuntarily.
She talked, just as she did on the phone.
“Oh my God, I feel it building, it’s coming, oh my God.
” She felt like the key of a clock winding her tighter and tighter.
Then she burst wide open, sensation screaming out of her.
Knox felt her climax in her scream and her body as she clamped down on him. He pounded her then, hard, just the way she loved, watching each stroke of his cock into her. All the while, she chanted his name.
With what must have been his last coherent thought, he barked at Vince, “Come on her, all over her.”
As the man’s come jetted over her breasts, her stomach, and even her pussy where Knox’s cock was buried deep inside her, her body squeezed him one last time, and she felt his orgasm screech gloriously through him, taking her with him all over again.
Vince put on his clothes, then dropped a kiss on Summer’s forehead. “That was well worth the wait. Thank you.” Then he left them with a wink. He might have come once, but Knox didn’t think the man’s play was over for the night.
As Summer lay in his arms, he rubbed the come into her skin. “Was it good for you?”
She snuggled deeper into him. “I think I really, really like to be watched.” She tipped her head back to look at him. “As long as it’s you I’m being watched with.”
He rubbed his palm over her nipple, feeling it peak against his skin. “It was fucking hot when he came all over you. But only with my cock filling you.”
She cupped his cheek. “Your cock is the only one I’ll ever want again.”
He kissed her, tasted her, relished her. “It was almost as good as phone sex with you when I’m away on a business trip.”
She smiled. “If you keep taking me to sex clubs, I don’t think I can come up with any stories that can top it.”
“You have the most deliciously dirty mind, so I know you can do it.”
Then she turned serious. “Did it—” She shrugged. “—help with any bad memories?”
He said softly, “You mean will it make me stop seeing my wife being fucked by another guy?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He cuddled her close, rested his chin on the top of her head. “I stopped seeing that as a bad memory from the moment I heard you talking to your fuck buddy Paul about a sex club where you sucked other men’s cocks for him.”
Her eyes went a little wide. “You don’t mean you want—”
He put a finger to her lips. “I want only my cock in your mouth or your pussy. But—” He winked. “—if you want to tell me a story about sucking someone else’s cock, it’s gonna make me hard. And I’ll always remember the night I heard you talking dirty on the phone.”
She laughed. “I’m glad you like my dirty mind.”
Things seem to burst out of his heart, and he held her tight. “I love your dirty mind. I love your sexy body. I love your outrageous fantasies. I love the way you fuck me.” He kissed her ear. “I love you. More than I ever thought possible.”
Summer clung to him. She wanted a man like Knox, a man who fulfilled all her fantasies, who loved her whole mind, including the naughtiest parts of it. A man who respected her, desired her, and wasn’t afraid to say he loved her.
“I want to be ninety years old and still telling you my naughty fantasies over the phone.”
His chuckle puffed against her hair. “That’s probably all we’ll be able to do at that point.”
Then she whispered, “I love you. I’m so glad you eavesdropped on my private phone sex.”
He wrapped her tightly in his arms, holding her as if he’d never let her go. “I’ll have to send your buddy Paul a bottle of champagne to thank him for calling you that night.” Then he sucked in a breath. “What do you think about letting him listen over the phone while I fuck you?”
She gasped. “You have such a filthy mind.”
“And you love it.”
She looked at him, letting all her love shine in her eyes. “I love your dirty mind. And I love you. I always will.”
The Naughty After Hours series, steamy workplace romances where the executives are irresistible silver foxes and love is always on the agenda.