Page 7 of Filthy February

His shoulders twitch as he pulls me even closer, and I break for a breath, only to find the buttons of his shirt and slowly undo them. Observing me, he helps some, then finds the hem of my sweater and pulls it over my head. Then, we meet again.

By the time he hitches me up so my thighs are around his taut waist, I have forgotten about Juliet completely until he turns us toward the bed. Guilt wracks me that I’ve been making out with her husband, envisioning myself as his until I see her. She looks like she’s completely enjoying us together.

Carson crawls over my body as he lays me back on the bed and glances up at her, then to me. “She likes to watch… Do you know what a cuckquean is?”

Shaking my head, my eyes glance to where Juliet kneels on the chaise in only a cami and thong to get a better view. “No.”

Carson presses a kiss to my forehead. “She wants to watch me take pleasure in you. It excites her.” He kneels over my waist and undoes his belt, then tosses it behind him. “Jules, lay up here on the bed near her head. That okay with you, my sweetheart?”

The way he says “my”, as if I belong to him, makes my heart soar, not to mention him asking for permission. “Y-yes. Of course.”

I slip my jeans off as he undoes his fly and pulls his pants down, revealing him in full commando. My eyes can’t look away from the jut of his fully erect cock, thick and veiny, with a pronounced pink head sticking straight at me. When I meet his gaze, his finds mine, after a leisurely stroll over my own bare body, and my peripheral vision catches his dick jolt in the air at the sight.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers with some amount of reverence. After my years with Malik, it feels like a warm hug to hear it. Something in the way his countenance matches the words makes me believe it for the first time in a long time.

Juliet crawls over me and tilts her head to look at me. “She is. Just gorgeous.” She’s slipped off her own clothing, and her dangling full breast is inches from my mouth as her head ventures toward my core. Her long brown hair dances across my inner thighs, making my belly dip with anticipation. Especially when Carson takes a step forward and places the throbbing head of his length on the tip of my clit.

“Get me ready for her, my Jules.”

A heated breath pants from her mouth as she presses her chin against my pubic bone and sucks him into her mouth. While I was wet before, now I’m soaked, the sounds of her sloppily pleasing him making me doused with arousal. Carson’s sparkling eyes find mine, and he bites his lower lip around a deep moan. “Nice and wet, just like that…”

Juliet’s long fingers and nails trail beneath my thighs as she spreads them wider for her husband. With a pop, she pulls off him and grips the base of his dick, then slides it through my wetness.

“Oh my god. He’s so big,” I say without any filter.

She tosses her hair over a shoulder and gives me a broad smile. “Yes, he is. And an excellent lover. You ready?”

Nodding to her, she slides him right to my entrance and peers over to where her husband and I are almost attached. Carson’s thumb strokes my cheek and gingerly strokes his wife’s hair at the same time. “Are you ready, my valentine?”

I suck in a breath and nod with a smile. “Yes. So ready.”

He thrusts in slowly, with the guidance of his wife’s hand, as he says, “Then let’s make a baby.”

The air gets knocked from my lungs as he plunges in and fills me until I lurch forward at the sensation. His hand moves around the back of my neck as he presses his forehead to mine, Juliet sliding out from between us. Carson gathers my lips into a searing kiss that takes my mind off the ache of how big he is for a moment. “Take a deep breath, sweetheart. I know I’m big. You can take it.”

As I will my body to relax, he draws out and thrusts in again, carefully observing my face. “It feels good now.” And it does. My body stretches to accommodate his thickness and eases into him, his wife’s presence forgotten…

Until I feel hot air blowing between our bodies where we’re joined. Carson leans up on his elbows and slowly works himself in and out of me, but casually turns his head and says, “That’s it, Jules. Suck my balls while I fuck my girlfriend.”

At the word, I freeze. My eyes flash to his, where he arches a dark eyebrow at me as if asking a question. “I’m your girlfriend?”

“Do you want to be?” When he draws his cock out arduously, I whimper.

Latching my hands around his neck, I pull him close and wrap my legs around his waist. “Yes. Yes, so much. I want to be yours.”

A deep groan flies from both of our chests as he slams into me, then ruts at a furious pace. “You are,” he says definitively, like there’s no alternative option, and I want to feel it.

“Are?” I ask, just to be sure.

His lips brush against mine, and the warmth from his breath spreads across my entire body, even my soul. Dropping his mouth to my ear, he whispers, “Mine.”

I’ve enjoyed the sensation of sex before. Pre-Malik. Malik is a selfish lover who always took and didn’t care about my pleasure, unless I threatened to leave. Then, suddenly, he’d spend time giving me oral orgasms. So, I just learned to enjoy some of the tingles and then get myself off with a toy after, if I even could.

Of course, I had to sneak that into a drawer where he couldn’t find it, because he was jealous of any of my devices. So, when I feel like I may get close to an orgasm, it surprises me.

“You gonna come for me, sweetheart?”

In answer, the ecstasy rips through my body like a tsunami, clenching everything so tight, I lose all air and light. When my ears are capable, I hear the sound of my scream in the room echoing off the ceiling as Carson’s half-lidded eyes study my face. “That’s such a good girl… Jules, get ready. I’m about to come in her pussy. Fill her up. I’m gonna breed our girl.”

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