grabbed her chin. “And then you’re mine.”
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7
JESSICA’S RED NAILS AGAINST THE CREAMINESS OF DANI’S BREAST was like a work of art. Mac’s blood rushed to both heads at once, his cock throbbing, his brain on sensory overload.
Yeah, Mac was thinking totally with his dick now, and he wanted, needed, everything, whether Dani was doing it to him, Stamos, or even Jessica. He didn’t merely understand what Kern must have felt all the times he’d watched. Capturing her chin, feeling her skin, holding her gaze, Mac lived it, breathed it, had to have what Kern had had.
“Fuck him for me,” he whispered to her.
She parted her lips, but only nodded.
Jessica bounced to her feet, breasts bobbing. “Oh, Daddy, this is going to be so fun.” She grabbed a condom from the table where Dani had thrown several packets. “How will we do her?”
Mac knew exactly what he wanted. “Dani will ride.”
“Ooh,” Jessica enthused.
Stamos grinned. “I like a decisive man. I’m at your disposal for however you wish your lady to take advantage of my body.”
“May I put on the condom, Master?” Jessica held it up, fluttering her eyelashes.
She was definitely into authority figures: Big Daddy, Master. Whatever. “Yes, you may.” He helped Dani to her feet. Without shoes, she felt petite next to him, her scent rising to tantalize: apples, powder, and arousal. Jessica clambered onto the bed beside Stamos, positioning him, pushing him flat. “Oh Daddy,” she murmured, stroking a finger across the tip of his cock, then carrying the bead of pre-come to her lips. She sucked her finger clean. “I love how you taste, Big Daddy.” Then she leaned down and Mac thought he heard her whisper, “You need to taste it, too.”
The kiss she gave him was extraordinarily sweet. It wasn’t a married couple’s kiss, but a long, luscious melding of lips, sharing the taste, from her tongue to his, savoring. Now, this was voyeuristic, stepping into a moment that was between only them. The sight started a burn in his chest. Jessica pulled back, rubbed her nose along his cheek. “I love you, Daddy.”
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The gentle look, the tender sound, it couldn’t be faked. By God, she really loved him. She could watch him fuck another woman, beg for it, yet somehow make it all about the two of them. Like a present she was giving him. He looked down to find Dani staring at the couple. That was how it had been with Kern. It didn’t matter who was fucking whom; it was all about the unspoken connection.
He was so damn envious, his guts ached.
He had to make this about him, with Dani. Cupping her cheek, he wanted to kiss her, badly, yet the moment wasn’t right. He would feel when it was right, when he would touch her in a way she’d never forget. When she would be marked like a wild animal marks his mate.
Jessica huddled over Spryo’s cock, caressing as she rolled on the condom. Mac lifted Dani beneath the armpits and set her on the bed. She came down on her knees.
“Straddle him,” he told her. “I want to see his cock slide inside you.”
He did not remove his clothes or shoes. He didn’t even unbutton his shirt. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, crossing an ankle over his knee, and leaned back against the headboard to watch. Dani spread her legs over Spryo’s hips as Jessica held her husband’s cock.
“Pour some lube over the condom,” Mac instructed Jessica. Moisture already glistened on Dani’s pussy, but he wanted more. To see as well as hear the slide of that big cock inside her. Jessica rubbed Spryo’s coated penis along Dani’s cleft, back and forth, wetting her with the lube as well. No, Jessica did not need lessons. She knew exactly how to please her man. Mac would love to be there as a fly on the wall for their next adventure. He was definitely getting into the voyeurism thing.
“Now take him,” he ordered.
Her sweet, pink pussy, the fullness of her lips, and the sight
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