Page 129 of Tell Me All Your Lies

Grant reaches forward and grabs my tits in his hands, pulling me more upright than I was. I reach my arms back and try to tangle them into Grant’s hair.

“I’m yours,” I whisper into his ear.

“You’re in control. Not me,” he whispers back.

God, I have never felt more desired and heated than I do in this moment.

“Fucking hell,” Grant shouts.

He pulls out of me and walks over, hard cock and all, to Fred. He pulls off his binds from his hands first, then his feet from the bedpost. Fred pulls down the binding in his mouth and resumes his seat.

“We’re good, right?” Grant grits out.

Fred undoes his pants and pulls out his weeping cock. Grant pushes me against the bed, and I feel like I’m about to come just from this alone.

Grant spreads my legs apart and slams his cock back inside me, pulling my hips to move me forward. My hair is sprawled against the bed as I become a sweaty mess.

My breasts are bouncing freely as Grant continues his familiar rough thrusts.

“Fuck, this is something else,” Fred finally says.

His cock is in his hand as he watches Grant fuck me. Seeing him stroke his cock to Grant and me fucking is exhilarating.

Grant begins to palm my clit when he feels me contracting around his cock.

“That’s it, my slutty wife. You like watching Fred fucking his palm to you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan.

“But who owns this pussy?”

“You do.” I moan louder.

“That’s right. This is my wife.”

Thrust.

“My pussy.”

Thrust.

“All fucking mine.”

Thrust.

I scream loudly as I come hard. Grant doesn’t let up and continues to fuck me like he’s never fucked me before.

Finally, I hear Fred start to come next to me onto the bed sheets. Grant must have been waiting for him to come first as his seed starts to spill inside me.

Grant thrusts a few more times before pulling out.

I lie on Fred’s bed, a sweaty mess from this unexpected claiming.

Grant stalks over to a pantsless Fred, who suddenly looks scared for dear life again.

“If you fucking go stirring up shit, I’ll kill you. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” Fred answers.

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