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Jayce tugs my hips back and drags my dick through her folds. Fucking hell, he’s going to put me in his wife.

“Your sounds are an incredible distraction,” he rumbles.

Chapter twenty-eight

Jayce

Madyson’s desperate. Thrusting up, trying to get Emmet’s cock in her. But I want to tease her. He came, so he’ll last long enough to satisfy her more than once.

She’s practically dripping and his cock slides with ease around her entrance and through her lips. Their sounds fill me up.

Being in charge of their orgasms feels necessary. I’ll decide when they come. I press his tip into her and they both shudder with relief, but then I pull him out. Their twin sounds of frustration make me chuckle.

Emmet tries to surge forward, but I still him with my hand on his hip. He could break my hold if he really wants to, but he submits.

He’s the ultimate blend of aggressive and submissive. Emmet boldly goes after his goal. Like sitting in my lap to feed me his dessert. My mind doesn’t think like that to initiate foreplay. I’m more of a let’s go to the bedroom to have sex type of guy.

Emmet seems to be an I-want-you-and-I’ll-show-you-right-here-right-now kind of guy.

They’re both begging, so I push Emmet halfway in and rotate his hips. With each circle, I allow him to sink deeper.

Their sounds morph into a symphony of need and ecstasy. Once he’s balls deep, I slap his ass. “Make her come.”

Emmet braces his arms on the table and fucks my wife. The muscles in his back ripple and I swear the phoenix flaps its wings. It’s so realistic. My fingers trace the black ash above his crack. The caveman part of me is glad no one saw his ass when they inked him. It’s mine.

He’s driving so hard the table scrapes across the floor. I secure the table. A trip to the emergency room for a sex-related injury would suck.

My palm curls around his throat and the other hand slides between them to cup her pussy and his cock as they fuck.

“Fuuuuuucking hell,” Emmet groans long and loud.

“Don’t you dare come until I tell you,” I say in his ear. “She’s going to come all over your cock, but you have to wait. Understand?”

He grunts in agreement. I love the ridges of his cock as he powers in and out of her. I’m not ready to let go, but I have other plans.

Emmet’s hole waits for me. “Your greedy hole sucked my fingers right in. You’re dying for my cock, aren’t you.” It’s not a question, more of an order.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, pushing back to fuck himself on my fingers, then forward, burying himself in my wife.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, she’s going to be screaming.” Fisting my cock, I coat it in cooking oil. “I don’t have another condom. I’m fucking you raw, but I won’t come in you. Tell me now if that’s not okay.” I could go get another condom, but I don’t want to. I want to paint him with my cum and mark him.

“Do it,” he pleads. “Fuck me now.”

I don’t give him a chance to change his mind. Gripping both his hips, I snap my pelvis and bottom out. He arches forward from the force and Madyson moans. I’m essentially fucking them both.

“You’re so fucking good,” I praise him. “Like your ass was made for me.”

His skin flushes and his warm hole surrounding me short-circuits my brain. It’s the only excuse I have for what I say. “Did you know I wanted to fuck you when I saw you in the bar? Sitting there all alone staring at my wife, looking like a goddamn dream with your seductive brown eyes.”

His breath stutters and my mouth can’t stop. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever smelled next to Madyson. All I could think about was dragging the two of you into a bathroom or a storeroom for a fuck.”

I’m pistoning in and out so hard the table creaks and groans.

“I’ve got both of you. Slide your arms under her back so your hands cup her shoulders to hold her in place.” He obeys. “Don’t let go of her.” If the table breaks, I can catch them.

It’s been so long since I’ve let go and fucked with such fury. It’s my favorite thing about being with a man. Especially a man as strong as Emmet. I don’t have to worry about hurting him or being too rough. He’ll take everything I give him.

We find a rhythm after a few strokes, so he’s impaling himself on my cock and I’m forcing him deeper in Madyson.

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