Page 46 of Shattered Dreams
“Not yet.” Max tore his mouth away. “Not ‘til you suck on that cock.”
“But…your back, Master. I can’t-”
The loud sound of his palm landing on her ass reached Elliot’s ears before he saw the corresponding ripple across her ass. Damn, that was hot. He pressed his hand to the hard-on trying to burst free of his jeans.
“My back is fine. My dick, on the other hand, misses your mouth. Now suck.” He nipped her inner thigh, then moved back to the vee of her legs as she bent her head over his groin. “Just imagine it’s Sir’s cock if you want. I know how desperate you are to have it.”
Elliot bit the inside of his cheek hard, desperate to join them, but at the same time enjoying playing the voyeur to their exhibitionism. He wasn’t sure how long Maxwell had been teasing his wife, but it wasn’t long before her hips were again rocking against his face. Then her head lifted on a sharp whine as she trembled on the edge.
“Master….please…”
“Not yet. We’re waiting for him. Remember?” The words were muffled, considering Max’s mouth was still buried between her legs, but he’d pulled just far enough away to be heard. Then he tugged something shiny out from between her ass cheeks, and tossed it away so he could replace the object with three gently fluted fingers. The move nearly sent her over the edge. “You want him to fuck this ass, right?”
“God, yes!” She pushed back against his invading fingers. “So damned much.”
The very sight of that luscious ass accepting them so readily, paired with her heady admission, had Elliot’s balls pulling up tight against his body. It was all he could do to keep from dropping to his knees behind her and feeding her his aching cock while Maxwell continued to feast on her pussy. He’d give her what she wanted…just as soon as he heard those damned words. He opened his mouth to alert them to his presence – to demand that they return his feelings just so he could sink balls deep into the moaning woman.
The only thing that kept him from doing it, however, was the sudden vibration of the phone in his pocket. He groaned hoarsely. It wouldn’t be the first time his job had dragged him away from Elizabeth and Maxwell. He thumbed it open, hoping for anything other than a text from his work. He could ignore all except those texts. When he saw the sender though, he damned near swallowed his tongue whole. Maxwell.
What are you waiting for?
He dropped his phone on the couch, barely registering the close up shot of a silver plug nestled between Elizabeth’s tight buns. He’d get the words eventually – even if he had to fuck them out of both of his subs. After unbuckling his belt, he ripped off his shirt. Then he slipped off his socks, before shoving his jeans down far enough to free his aching erection. He was done waiting. It was past time he joined them.
* * *
Lizzie slurped greedily on the thick cock in her mouth, vaguely aware of the fact that Daddy had been watching them for the past several minutes. It was like all the air had become charged the moment he entered the room. God, she hoped Master’s plan worked, because nothing else had. They’d all but put out a golden invitation to their bed, but he continued to insist on building their relationship. She got that he was old-fashioned, but dammit, how long was he going to make them wait before giving them what they both needed?
Namely him, in our bed, completing us.
She and Master had talked at length about the problem, and he’d come up with this damned plan. A timed text that coincided with him eating out Lizzie’s pussy would surely do the trick, Master had said. But now she was just ready to say fuck it and come hard, instead of waiting for the stubborn man to get his head out of his ass and join them. All she would need is just one more flick of…
“Naughty little subs – the both of you.” The crack of Daddy’s palm against her ass nearly pushed her over the edge. “Tempting me like this.”
“Daddy!” The word came out garbled, as she sucked even harder on Master’s cock.
“Shit.” Master’s teeth found her inner thigh, nipping her. “Take it easy, Lizzie. You’re gonna make me come.”
“No, she isn’t.” Elliot’s tone was hard. “You’re going to lay there and take every lick, suck and nibble she has to give, while I fuck this tempting ass you’ve been teasing me with for the past few weeks.”
“Fuck yeah.” Instead of sounding dismayed, Master sound ecstatic – as if he wanted to see Daddy sink his dick deep in her ass. God help her, she prayed, as she slid her mouth down his length once more, because she wanted it as much, if not more than her husband.
“Get me wet.” Elliot’s tone was hard. “Otherwise, I’m going to fuck her raw.” There was a shift of weight as he joined them on the padded mat. “You just had to push. Now deal with what you’ve unleashed.”
A garbled sound came from Master, and Lizzie glanced over her shoulder just in time to catch a glimpse of Daddy feeding his cock to Master. A gush of fluid escaped her pussy as her husband struggled at first to take the girth of Elliot’s ruddy cock. He wasn’t super long, but thick – thicker than the cock in her own mouth. Max looked like he was in pain as Sir worked his way down to almost his root, but he persevered, managing to swallow Daddy whole.
Damn, maybe I need to take cock sucking lessons from Master?
“Get back to work.” Elliot growled, his bare chest heaving, as Master worked his cock. “I want to see you polishing his knob, Elizabeth.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She breathed the words across the top of Master’s dick, before letting her tongue flick out to catch any stray drops of essence. It was really happening she realized. Daddy was done withholding sex. Or at least she hoped so. She’d die if he edged them to the point of release then walked away.
“Fuck.” Elliot groaned. “That’s enough.” He sounded winded, as if Master had taken him to the edge, and now he was barely hanging on.
“Sir…” Master’s voice was hoarse, and she could hear the plea in it. It was similar to the one she used when she wasn’t ready to stop.
“No. I’m gonna come deep in her teasing ass.” There was a rustle as if he were shedding the remainder of his clothing. “Safe word?”
“Escargot.” Master gritted out, his hands cupping her hips, as if to steady her.
