Page 80 of Kept

“Yes, General.”

I stood, and I kept my eyes on her cunt as I removed my jacket. As I pulled my shirt over my head, Laurent followed my lead and began to strip.

Given watched us, her teeth dug into her bottom lip as she held her pussy open. When Laurent and I were nude, I pulled him away from the bed and stroked his dick. As he moaned and muttered curses at me under his breath, I turned him so Given had a perfect view of my fist working up and down his cock. After a minute, I cupped his balls and met her gaze.

“He’s pretty swollen, halfling. I’m not sure my pussy can hold everything he has to give it.”

Her nostrils flared as she registered my possessive phrasing. “Please,” she whispered. Between her legs, her clit stood up, the little bud begging for attention. “Please touch me.”

I continued working Laurent’s dick. “Both of us?”

She nodded.

“Say it,” I ordered. “Say I want both of my husbands to fuck me.”

Her eyes darkened several shades, lust swirling in the deep-blue depths. “I want both of my husbands to fuck me,” she said in a rush.

I pulled Laurent to the bed by his dick, then smacked his ass as he climbed into the center. I climbed in after him and crooked my finger at Given. “Get over here, wife.”

She obeyed this time, scrambling to the bed and crawling to the top of the mattress on her hands and knees. I sat with my back propped against the pillows. Laurent copied my position and held out his arms to Given.

“Come here, princess,” he said in a voice thick with desire. “I want to feel that pussy on my dick.”

She looked to me for permission, and I had to bite back a groan at how perfect she was. They were both so perfect, my husband and wife.

“Go ahead,” I told her. “But don’t sit on his dick yet.”

They both whined at that, but they seemed to forget their disappointment as she straddled him and rolled her hips, dragging her sopping folds up and down his cock. Laurent gripped her waist and let his head fall back against the pillows, his eyes narrowing to burning silver slits as he helped her find the perfect rhythm.

“Oh, princess,” he murmured. “That is a very good girl.” He slid his hands up her back and around to her tits. He cupped the full mounds and then plucked at her nipples. I reached over and helped him, and she made a high-pitched mewling sound as she watched our fingers pinching and rolling the hard tips.

“Kiss him,” I ordered.

She obliged, twining her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his. Her pussy made slick, sexy sounds as she continued grinding on his dick. I had a perfect view between her legs, and my mouth watered at the sight of her puffy lips flaring around his swollen shaft. She slicked him with her juices, wetting him from root to tip.

Their mouths tangled, her dainty jaw such a gorgeous contrast to Laurent’s larger, stronger one. The sleek muscles in his arms flexed as he slid his hands up and down her sides, occasionally cupping a breast or squeezing one of her thighs. He trailed his lips down her neck. When he got to the hollow of her throat, he bared his fangs and dragged one sharp tip around the tender divot.

She groaned and bowed her spine, thrusting her tits out so her nipples abraded his chest.

Fuck, I had to taste her.

I leaned down and sucked one ripe nipple into my mouth. She cried out, then cried out again as Laurent bent his head and latched onto the other one. Together, we feasted on her breasts.

“Oh gods!” she moaned, working her hips faster. “Yes… Oh, yes.” Laurent and I sucked her noisily, our heads so close together his cheek rasped against mine. The sweet, heady scent of Given’s desire wafted around me. I released her nipple with a pop, then reached between her thighs and grasped Laurent’s shaft.

“Fuck,” he grunted against her nipple. He started to turn his head.

“Keep sucking,” I ordered. He groaned and complied, but he kept his gaze on my hand as I pulled his dick up and worked Given’s juices over and around his hard length. I squeezed his base hard and kept up the pressure until I reached the top. Given opened her eyes, and the three of us watched as a thick bead of pearly fluid seeped from Laurent’s slit.

He moaned around Given’s breast.

“Look at me,” I told him. The second he lifted his head, I grabbed his jaw with my free hand and seized his lips in a sloppy kiss.

Given whimpered, her hot, panting breaths fluttering against my cheek as I pumped Laurent’s dick and stroked my tongue against his. The weight of her gaze made everything hotter. Better. Knowing my halfling—my wife—watched me with the husband we shared was more erotic than I could have ever imagined. I wanted to swallow Laurent whole and then gobble her up too.

Dessert? I wanted the entire fucking feast.

But as the saying went, I was mortal the same as a man, and I couldn’t hold out forever. I broke off the kiss with Laurent and looked at Given. “Is my pussy wet enough yet?”

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