Page 182 of Sire

Quickly, she unties the coat, squirming to free herself and tossing it aside. But her black bra, I respect her body. It’s her choice, and she leaves it on.

It’s enough exposure of her gorgeous body for Christian to moan, “Fuck, your wife’s hot.”

Gritting my teeth, I won’t be my father. I won’t cut off his head or slice his tongue out for that.

Instead, I take what’s mine, shifting Wren’s body so she can fuck me in a reverse cowgirl position. Pinning her back to my chest, I reach down, pressing my swollen crown to her slick entrance. “Whose hard dick is this?” I steam over her ear.

“Mine,” she sighs. “Now show them how you breed me like a good girl, Pastor. How I stay full of your cum.”

“Aw, fuck yes, Angel.” She knows what to say. I grunt, thrusting inside her.

She cries out while I take my other hand and palm hisskull again. He said he wanted it rough, so, “Eat our fuck,” I command. “Lick my dick while I fuck her pussy, and suck her clit while I pound her cunt.”

He obeys, and it feels so fucking good to hold my wife, leaning back and moaning into each other’s mouths while we indulge in what I only trust to share with her. A hot outsider, we let join us for our pleasure. A stranger’s tongue, licking our union. A foreign mouth, sucking the juices of our fuck.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, Sire.” Wren bucks, coming so fast and hard, I clench my teeth, fighting mine.

I have to pull out and gently lie her down, lengthwise on the wide sofa. Our playtoy lifts away, kneeling and licking his glistening lips while he shucks his pants down, his hard cock, springing free.

“Spread your legs, Angel.” I stand up beside him and tug off my white T-shirt. Shoving my jeans down next, I kick them and my shoes free, while I gaze at the prettiest, wet, pink pussy I’ve ever seen. “That’s it. Spread those lips for me. Show us how wet you are.”

Wren obeys, the lust in her eyes my dark salvation.

I point to the bowl of condoms on the end table and tell our plaything, “Roll a Magnum on my dick so I can breed your ass while you eat my wife’s pussy like a good boy.”

Wren moans as his eyes droop with lust, obeying.

“Is this what you want, Angel?” I focus on her while he preps my hard cock to fuck him.Damn, it’s hot.“You want to see how hard I can make his dick while I fuck his ass?”

“Yes, my Lord.” Wren starts fingering herself, and I grin, the goddamn luckiest man alive.

This is not our toy’s first time. Quickly, he kneels on the sofa, putting his ass up for me, and his face between Wren’s spread legs.

Taking a bottle of lube from the table, I pour it down his crack. I set the bottle down and fist my base, climbingbetween his muscular legs, admiring his puckered, shaven hole as I tease it with my sheathed tip. “Tell me what you want because I’m going to fucking give it to you and get my wife off.”

“Breed me, Daddy.” His voice is gruff and deep, his back arching open for me. “Pound my ass with that big dick.”

Wren moans, and I give her and him what they want. For minutes, we’re in a lewd daze. Her eyes, glued to mine. Her stare, combing my flexing body while I grab a man’s broad shoulders and fuck his ass as hard as I can.

He grunts into her pussy, licking it. She sinks her hand into his hair, making him do it. I sweat, growling, wanting to fucking kill him for touching her as she writhes, moaning and coming on his face, and that only makes me fuck his gaping ass harder.

“Come here, boy.” I yank him up, snaking my arm around his neck, choking him just enough to get us off. “Do you have my wife’s cum on your lips?”

“Uh…. Uh…” He doesn’t know how to answer as I thrust into his ass. He cries out, screaming, moaning, gasping, satisfied with each thrust, my skin, slapping his cheeks.

“Do you?” I squeeze his neck harder. He’s as tall as me, as big as me, and that makes this even hotter, sweatier. A fight like we want it—a helluva show for those watching us. “Answer me, boy,” I hiss into his ear. “Did you taste my wife’s pussy? The pussy that belongs to me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he cries out, jerking his hard cock off.

Wren’s watching and writhing, her fingers strumming her swollen clit.

Fuck, I’ll kill for her. Fuck, she’s mine. Goddamn, I’m fighting one urge and fucking the other.

“You need to fucking pay for it,” I growl. “You’re lucky I don’t kill you. Want me to breed your ass instead, for touching my hot wife?”

“Oh fuck, yes, Pastor,” he groans, jerking faster. “Punish me. Breed me with that big dick.”

I swat his hand away. “Don’t touch it.” I hammer my hips, snarling in his ear, “I’m going to breed this ass so hard, you can’t fight me. You’re gonna show them how sweet her pussy tastes, you wanted to take my big dick for it.” Wren moans. “You’re gonna come for us, aren’t you?” I choke him harder. “SayGod. Say my name while you come so hard with my dick pounding your ass.”