Page 58 of Wristlocked

He claims her like he’s done it a thousand times, with one swift, sure stroke of his cock, and she turns to nectar in his arms.

I exhale in a rush and fight not to come all over my own hand.

They start slow and savage, Lyot rolling his hips at the end of each deep thrust. His fingers dig into the supple flesh of her round ass, hard enough to bruise, and I stare at the pink indents under his nails and match my rhythm to his.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Gia gasps, her head thrown back, tangled curls brushing his knuckles.

I can’t take it anymore, but when I reach for her, Lyot’s eyes lift from their joined bodies to flash a challenge.

“Don’t stop, pretty boy. Give me her mouth.”

After a moment’s hesitation, he wraps one arm around her lower back and slides the other hand up her torso, pressing until she’s arched backward for me.

“Just like that.” I fist a hand in her hair and line the tip of my cock up with her eager lips.

“Do you want me, sweetheart? Are you ready to swallow my cock while he wrecks your hot little cunt?”

She moans, reaching for my hips with her greedy hands.

“Use your words while you still can, Smalls,” I scold. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want it.” She rakes her nails across my ass, and I plunge into her waiting mouth.

“Holy shit,” Lyot growls, his hips stuttering.

Fuck, yes.They’re fucking perfect.His eyes are glued to the glide of my cock, and now I set the tempo, a series of shallow thrusts that bring her to the edge and have her squirming between us, whimpering for more.

“See how greedy she is? Hand on her throat, pretty boy. You know how she likes it.”

He fuckingobeys, like he did when I demanded her mouth, and I follow my next shallow thrust with a deep surge that has Gia’s throat convulsing around me and spasming under his hand.

“Can you feel her struggling to take it? Now squeeze.”

This time his eyes fly to mine, unsure, and I wrap my fingers over his and show him how it’s done. He makes a choked sound that echoes hers, but his hips take on a frantic rhythm, slamming into her and filling my ears with the wet slap of their skin. As she screams around my cock, Gia’s hands go feral, clutching my ass.

“Can you feel her coming? Is she milking your cock with that tight pussy of hers?”

“Yes.” The word escapes through gritted teeth, and he buries his face between her breasts. “Shadow—”

“Shadow can’t talk right now, pretty boy. You come for me this time. Understand?”

He groans, and his hand falls from her throat, but his movements steady, so I let it slide, easing back out of Gia’s throat and letting her breathe.

“Yes,” he whispers.

“Good boy.” The words send a tremor through him, and Gia is decadently pliant under my hands, locked between us.

I want to carve his undoing into her skin and drown my demons in the shelter of his submission.

I want to break him with her blood and feel how hard it makes her come.

My own orgasm is building, hot and heavy in my balls, but I torture him a while longer.

“Look at you fucking your girl onto my cock. She was made to take us like this. Weren’t you, sweetheart?”

She hums her approval around my shaft, driving me deeper into my tangled obsession. My wretched, selfish soul is watching his mouth and the sweat pooling in the hollow of his collarbones. One quivering drop falls from his skin onto hers, gliding down the groove of her stomach and leaving shivers in its wake.

I want…to know if his skin is as softas hers.