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Story: Bloody Wedding

And that’s when, right as she starts panting, her orgasm imminent, I hear a knock at the door, followed by the sound of it easing inward.

No!

“Adrian? You in there?”

I don’t have to turn around to know that it’s Dallas at the door. And because it’s Dallas, I don’t pull out and kill him for walking in on me and my wife.

Though, for a second there, the temptation to go searching for my Tomcat isreal.

Dallas… My cousin and I used to have baths together when we were boys, and long before I first convinced Loni to let me fuck her, our circle jerks were legendary. There was nothing like the two of us hanging out in my room, watching porn on our phones, and seeing who could last longer before we nutted into our come rags. There wasn’t anything sexual about it, either. It was two thirteen-year-old, horny bastards who discovered tugging on their cocks felt good, and watching women with huge tits get railed online was better than doing our homework. It was our hobby that summer until I mentioned that, when I wasn’t watching free porn online, I jerked it to one of the girls in school.

He knew who I meant. I should’ve realized then that my obsession with Loni was the biggest open secret in Harmony Heights, but I brushed it off that Dallas knew because he knows me.

Whatever it was, it was fine. He never spilled. Dallas had his own secrets even then, and just like I’ll always keep his, he’ll forever keep mine.

Right now? It’s not like he’s going to go downstairs and tell the whole party that their host has the guest of honor bent over a desk, begging her to let him come. I’m no sub, but when it comesto Loni… I’ll do whatever she wants, and if there’s anyone who understands that, it’s Dallas.

Besides, there was that time one New Years, before I gave up casual sex, when we were twenty and we shared a girl. No swords crossed that day, the townie we picked up more than willing to focus on us separately before offering up two distinct holes for us to fuck, so he’s seen me in the act before. God knows he’s more than aware of what my ass looks like.

It’s Loni I shield from his curious gaze. Pushing my chest to her back, making sure that all he can see is my dick in her pussy, and my ass sticking out as I crush her down, I cover her with my body.

She lets out a softoofthat becomes a squeal when she realizes we have company.

“Adrian? Shit. Get off. Get off. Is someone there? Who’s there?”

I free a hand, stroking Loni’s brow, dragging my fingers through her hair in a soothing gesture.

Then, calling out to Dallas, I say, “Whatever you need, it can wait. I’m fucking my wife right now, and that comes first. So if you value your eyeballs at all, get out.” I pause. “Know what? Go to the end of the hall. Watch the door. I don’t want any other interruptions.”

Normally, Dallas would give me crap for bossing him around like my hired help instead of calling in a favor from my bro. Sure, I’ve always been the leader of our group—even when everyone knows he’ll eventually take over for his father as the new King—but as close as we are, we both accept that he’ll be the face of the Order, I’ll be the brains, and we’ll fix all the shit that my uncle got wrong.

But this is my wife, and not even Dallas is safe frommyjealousy.

He’s a smart guy. Without a word, he leaves, and I have no doubt in my mind that he’s doing exactly what I said.

I wait for the door to click closed before I return my attention to Loni. I want nothing more to continue what we were doing, but just in case, I ask, “Do you really want me to get off of you?”

Her response is to arch her back again, pushing her ass against me, taking my cock all the way inside of her. She’s panting softly as she murmurs, “Depends. I heard the door close. Is he gone?”

I huff, not sure if I’m amused or annoyed at what she’s implying. “You don’t think I’d let someone stay and watch me fuck you? Hell no, princess. Those pretty little whimpers are mine and mine alone. Fuck. If it was anyone but Dallas, I wouldn’t have threatened their eyes. I would’ve grabbed the fire poker, plucked them right out, and come back to you before you even know I’d left the warmth of your sweet body.”

The ruthless vow is out before I can think better of how she might receive it. I almost regret the brutal honesty—even if it’s one of only a few things my wife actually appreciates about her husband—but then she shudders, and I don’t know what to think about that.

“What’s the matter, Loni? Afraid of your husband?”

She shakes her head, a muffled groan tearing out of her throat.

No?

I think of the groan. Of how, when I promised to pluck out my cousin’s eyes, her pussy fluttered, then squeezed me. Afraid… no. Loni wasn’t afraid.

She was turned all the way the fuck on.

I have to make sure I’m right. “You don’t… you like it when I get violent over you?”

She bobs her head, and it’s my turn to squeezehardto keep from nutting without her permission. I haven’t gotten it yet, andI’m the one who is terrified that she’ll put an end to this moment if I take over after promising that she can be in control.

I have to do something, though. So I bow my head, biting through her sweater. I don’t find skin—or, if I do, it’s not enough to hurt her—but I can’t resist the urge to pin her down any way I can and fuck her until she admits that she cares for me.