Page 117 of Married to the Devil

She huffs a laugh. “You’re just begging for punishment.”

Is that what I’m doing? Is that what I want?

Of course it is. Why else would my heart race with adrenaline seeing him lean against the door, watching us as closely as a painter would if his brushes started to move on their own?

All thoughts of Stoneheart cease as I hold Stella’s thighs wide and watch the tip of my cock disappear as her body stretches around me, engulfing me. We moan in unison.

“Just a little more,” she begs, surely earning herself a punishment, but I’m powerless against sinking deeper. She’s so tight and hot that I need to fight for her body to accept me, which it does.

When I pull back, the shine of her wetness on me has my hips tilting more, pressing deeper until I’m all the way inside her.

The sound in my throat is cut off by the slow clapping from Stoneheart. Stella straightens with an alarmed gasp, her body clenching and strangling my cock.

His hum is resonant and dangerous, causing a warning to curl up my back. “While the cat’s away, the mice will play.”

I start to pull away from Stella as he approaches us. My reluctance fighting my survival instincts.

“Stay,” he orders, and I’m powerless but to comply. “You’re going to pay for every inch of it so you might as well enjoy the comfort of my wife’s hot cunt.”

Stella makes a sound that’s a mix of heat and apology.

“Shh,” he comforts her, running his claws through her hair. “We’ll all enjoy this.”

She relaxes, reassured that we didn’t hurt him with our play, but I stay coiled tight. His gaze is on mine with a knowing quirk to his lips that makes my body scream at me to start running.

But I earned this punishment.

He moves to the side of us, kneeling behind me in a way that does nothing to quiet the warning blasting through my mind.

My breath is shaky, and I roll my hips forward. Stoneheart makes a gratified growl, gripping the back of my neck firmly.

There’s the sound of a whip cutting through air, and a stinging lash hits my ass making me thrust in hard, and Stella and I both cry out. Stoneheart takes some action that I miss as heat spreads from that point and rushes up my spine.

What the—The soft stroke of something wet slides down my crack, and I moan as it brushes against my asshole. I clench against it, but it disappears and another smack echoes in the room.

My cry is quieter and hoarse with the knowledge of what’s happening.

He’s flogging me with his tail.

That detail has my balls drawing up, but Stoneheart’s other hand comes between my hips and his wife’s accepting pussy and squeezes my cockhard.

Blinding pain derails the pleasure for a moment rather than adding to it.

Stoneheart releases me. “Remember, songbird. I haven’t given you leave to come inside her yet.”

The sound that falls from my lips is pathetic and pained as my cock swells again, but Stoneheart inhales with satisfaction. I push back the need to come, wanting to prolong this as long as possible.

That too dexterous tail tip of his slides between my cheeks again, wetter like he’s applied more lube. It teases the puckered skin there before sliding inside with ease.

“Fuck,” I choke out. The end of his tail is narrow, but it twirls and coils, stretching me.

“Isn’t this what you’re wanting? To thrust into our firefly while I take you from behind?”

Holy gods, yes. Stoneheart removes his kilt, and the sight of him serves as a late reminder.

No. That’s too much.

“I don’t think I can take you,” I gasp.

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