Page 77 of The Moon & His Tides

She sank down with a trembly sigh, sinking onto it like she’d been aching for the stretch of a thick cock inside her.

I told her so, and she shivered.

Pinching her chin so she had to look down at me, I asked her for the words because I loved the sound of her dulcet tones speaking utter filth. “Do you love being stretched on your husband’s big dick, Savvy?”

“I love it,” she agreed. “I’m so swollen. It’s almost too much.”

“No, not yet. But let’s see if we can get you there,” I mused, then looked over her shoulder at Adam, whose jaw was ticking with the restraint of staying still. “Can you let her sit pretty on your lap while I make her come a few times all over you?”

He swallowed thickly and then nodded tersely.

“Adam,” I coaxed, getting up on my knees to reach for his throat, cupping it in my hand to feel the rapid thrum of his pulse behind his placid facade. “If you keep her nice and still for me, I’ll let you come inside her and then eat all that delicious fucking cum of yours right out of her stuffed cunt before I fuck her and add my own cum to that beautiful cunt.”

“Jesus Christ,” he growled, grinding Savvy a little on his lap so she groaned with him. “Just get on with it.”

A mean little chuckle escaped my lips, and I felt like I understood how Adam must have felt dominating us in the bedroom like this. It was a power and privilege that made every atom of my body thrum in time with their heartbeats.

When I rested back on my heels to suck Savannah’s swollen, deeply pink pussy again, it was stuffed with Adam’s cock so naturally, I tended to both.

The second my tongue hit the silky skin over his shaft, he groaned so long and deep, it was almost a muted roar.

A lightning strike of arousal hit the base of my spine and burst through every inch of my body.

The little voice in the back of my head that still insisted I wasn’t into men, that kissing and touching Adam while he was inside or touching Savannah didn’t count, snuffed out in the bright heat of lust exploding behind my eyes.

I let myself drift away in it.

I let myselfloveit.

Sensing my desire, maybe, or encouraging me to explore more because he wanted it as badly as I did, Adam lifted Savannah slowly off his cock.

I licked up the juices that had leaked all over his shaft on the way up and then sucked and lashed at Savannah’s clit on the way down.

Back and forth.

Salt and honey.

Him and her.

I was honestlydizzywith desire, losing myself to the rhythm of tasting them both.

Drugged, I barely noticed when Adam finally lifted her clear off his cock. Without thinking, I gripped his shaft before it could slap back against his belly and took it into my mouth.

He tasted like her.

The concoction of Savannah’s wetness and Adam’s precum made me moan so long, I couldn’t breathe.

Vaguely, I was aware of Savannah’s hands in my hair, tugging me back to her messy pussy as she sank back down on his cock.

Back and forth.

Tick-tock.

I lost sense of time and space, even my own raging erection was leaking copiously into my trousers.

Savannah came again on a rough, broken cry and went limp in Adam’s lap.

It was my cue to give my sweetduchessaa break, so I leaned back on my heels and jerked my chin at Adam, whose eyes were blown to black with barely restrained lust.