Page 125 of American King (New Camelot Trilogy 3)
“You want to fuck that pussy? It’s mine, though.”
Embry’s breathing hard enough that I can see the muscles jerking around his stomach and ribs as he struggles for air. Below his navel, his cock is a livid plum color and hard enough to hammer nails.
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I’ll let you fuck her,” I say, running a finger up Greer’s slick folds and then sliding that finger into her mouth for her to clean. “If you give me something.”
“Anything,” Embry vows.
“Mm, anything. I like the sound of that. Okay, then. Climb between her legs and tell me how that cunt feels.”
Embry obeys as eagerly as a youth; clambering on the bench so fast he bangs his knee against the edge. He doesn’t care, he needs it too much, and he lets out a wild grunt as it takes him longer than he can stand to press the tip of his dick against her entrance and nudge inside. But when he does finally push into her heat, he gives an almighty groan and slumps over our helplessly bound wife, resting all his weight on her and burying his face in her neck as his hips pump furiously into her spread pussy.
I squat next to the bench so I can stroke Greer’s face as she’s being used. “Is Embry making my wife feel good?” I ask.
“Yes,” she breathes, color high in her cheeks and her teeth digging into her lower lip.
“Is he going to make that pussy come for me?”
She gives a tiny whine, nodding and closing her eyes. I slide my hand between their bodies and tuck my fingers around Greer’s clit to add to the pressure. I catch the gleam of my wedding ring between the lean ridges of his stomach and the soft curves of Greer’s belly, and my heart does that thing again, where it feels so full I can’t stand it.
My husband and my wife.
My prince and my queen.
“Show him how good that pussy comes, angel,” I murmur to her, kissing her temple and watching where my hand moves between them. “Show him how wet it gets.”
With an abrupt pained cry, she obeys, writhing hard against her ropes as Embry rides her hard through it all, grunting every time her cunt squeezes around his cock. I keep massaging her clit until she’s done, and then I make her lick my fingers clean as I watch.
God, her lips are so pink and pretty around my fingertips…her tongue so wet and clever…and those silver eyes sparkle with the same curious light I saw in a submissive teenager once upon a time, as she begged a soldier to wreck her under a full English moon.
When she’s finished, I tuck away her hair so it won’t tickle her face and lean in to kiss her tenderly. “Welcome home,” I whisper against her lips. They taste like her now, a hint of salt, a hint of tart, lots of sweet. “I’m ready for forever now.”
“I’m ready for forever too,” she whispers back.
Embry lifts his head, slowing his thrusts so he can kiss each of us in turn, mumbling his own things about forever, but his words are broken across the shore of his pleasure and he can barely get them out.
That’s okay. I have other plans for his mouth.
I stand up, take the baby monitor out of my pocket and stand it on a nearby table, checking to make sure the volume is dialed all the way up and the video feed is live and showing three snoozing lumps of footy pajama and binky…and one white kitten.
Babies safely asleep, I turn back to my husband, who is still working his cock in and out of our wife’s cunt and who is also eyeing me with hunger. And when I reach for the back of his head and unfasten my pants with my other hand, he already has his mouth open like the good little prince he is.
The moment the crown of my cock brushes against his satin tongue, I forget to go easy. I force my length all the way down his throat, admiring the hollows of his cheeks and the way his lashes lay long and thick on his cheekbones before I pull out and give him a chance to breathe.
“Mmm,” Greer says from below us. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Dirty little queen,” I tell her. “You like watching me fuck his mouth? You like watching me use him?”
She has to swallow before she answers and I see she’s close to coming again. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
“What should I do next?”
“Fuck his ass,” she says, and her voice is full of all the best kinds of filth and prurience.
I pull out of Embry’s mouth and give his face a playful slap. “I never like to say no to a lady,” I say, stripping off my thin sweater and pants and then reaching for the lube.
Embry shivers as he feels the push of my knees as I climb behind him, and then he says, “Wait, Ash. Wait.”
