Page 80 of Filthy Love

However, this was an altogether different chess game. He was already five moves ahead when he helped Zofia out of her wispy clothes.

This game he liked.

Subterfuge with a side order of dominance and an orgasm to go.

Alex looked on.

The bulge in his pants wasn’t only for his wife. Bad maggot and his nasty secret. Lawless smirked and continued until the woman was naked as the day she came into the world.

“Have you been a good girl, Zofia?” The authority in his question made her shiver, nipples hardened. He let her husband watch as Law pinched both hard enough to turn them red.

He just bet she was juicy between her legs.

Why wouldn’t she? Two cocks make a very wet pussy happy. Everybody knew that.

“I don’t know about that,” she giggled winking at her man. Who had yet to chime in.

Lawless cranked his head to the side, pinning Alex with an expectant look.

His chest churned a few times before he caved to Lawless’ silent demand and he too began to strip out of his clothes.

It was too easy.

He made sure to brush subtle touches on both hungry bodies.

One wet. One hard.

Malleable meat did what he told them for the next ten minutes while he took out another joint, smoked and talked bullshit to impress two people who were already undressing him with their dirty eyes.

When Law tossed the last of the smoke in an ashtray, he licked a mark from his thumb before pulling the woman over his lap. Back to his chest. Splitting her thighs wide to show all she had to the next state over.

Alex was perched on the end of the bed stroking his own Johnson, getting a little furious on the down strokes. Lawless made sure to keep eyes on him, making the man sweat and pant out of sorts while he touched the greedy gash between Zofia’s legs. She groaned and arched into him.

“Did you know your name meant wisdom?” He threw in a boring fact.

She preened. “It does?”

“Yeah. I looked it up.”

“You are one of the few who pronounces correctly.”

Of course, he was. He didn’t inherit the moron gene. Unless you asked his momma. And no one was talking to that bitch any time soon.

ZAW-fya.Lawless didn’t speak Polish but he’d sat at enough poker tables in his time with a lot of Polish gamblers. He noticed her other half pronounced itZo-fire. Bad fish.

When she was good and soaked and writhing, he patted her pussy and pulled his fingers free.

“Alex. I think your Mrs needs some deep, satisfying penetration.”

“Oh, yes. Honey, please.” She purred to him. He sauntered over, cock bobbing. Lawless on the only stool in the room kept her perched perilously edged on his lap, stretched out like a dirty buffet. He pulled at her nips to make her cry.

And then holding a wet, moaning woman on his lap he encouraged Alex to bang his wife.

Teeth bared, he licked his lower lip.

Alex watched, pupils blown out, and rammed hard.

Lawless cackled internally. Someone was trying to impress him.

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