Part 2 – Closer
She was wild now.
Fingers clawing at my back, thighs wrapped tight around my waist, hair stuck to her flushed face as she moaned like a woman possessed. The bed rocked beneath us, the headboard slamming the wall in rhythm with every deep, unforgiving thrust.
Every time I buried myself inside her, she cried out louder — not his name. Mine.
He was still in the corner, trembling. Watching. His hands clenched in his lap like they might stop the ache between his legs. They wouldn’t.
“Look at him,” I growled into her ear, one hand wrapped in her hair as I drove into her again. “Pathetic little thing… just watching while I give you what he never could.”
She moaned louder, her body convulsing under me. She loved being degraded, being taken like this with her cuckold watching, powerless. I leaned over her, my voice dark and commanding.
“Tell him how good it feels.”
She gasped, eyes glassy, hips grinding up to meet me.
“So f-fucking deep… oh god, baby, he’s so much bigger than you,” she groaned, her eyes flicking to her husband with a twisted smile. “You should see how he fills me…”
He whimpered.
I pulled out suddenly, dragging her to the edge of the bed, her body limp and dripping. Then I turned to him.
“Come here.”
He froze.
“I said get. Over. Here.”
He crawled across the floor like the obedient little worm he was. I grabbed the back of his neck and pushed his face between her trembling thighs.
“Clean her up. Every drop.”
His eyes widened. She moaned, one hand in his hair as his tongue hesitantly touched the mess I left behind.
“That’s it,” I whispered in her ear, fingers pinching her nipples. “Make him your little clean-up slut while I watch. While I reload.”
She was shaking, moaning, biting her lip as he licked — humiliated, defeated, desperate — while I stood tall, hard again, stroking slowly, knowing this wasn’t even close to over.
This was just the beginning of the night. |
