Page 50 of Third Wheel

Her pussy was hot and wet around his fingers, her eyes glazed from the pleasure, lips slightly parted like she was asking for another kiss. Her reddened nipples stood out from her pale breasts as Zach continued to massage her breasts, though he’d backed off on the pain—for now. Kincaid was sure his boyfriend had further plans for those gorgeous breasts, and he was looking forward to watching.

Something he’d discovered was that while he was not a sadist for himself, he loved watching Zach work. He loved watching the masochist’s reactions, even though he wouldn’t have wanted to do it himself.

Watching Amy get off on his hand while Zach ruthlessly tormented her nipples, while Zach degraded her, and Kincaid praised her…

Fuck.

So fucking perfect.

His cock was aching with envy of his fingers as he slid them from the warmth of her pussy. They were coated in her juices. Kincaid met her gaze as she opened her eyes, lifting his fingers to his mouth and taking them down to the knuckles so he could suck her honey from them. Her eyes widened in shock, pupils dilating as she watched him.

Damn, she tasted sweet. Sweet and salty and utterly delicious. He wanted to bury his face between her thighs and taste her directly from the source.

“Up on your feet, Amy,” Zach said from behind her. “We’re not done with you yet.”

Hell, no, they weren’t.

She swayed slightly as she was put upright. Kincaid pulled his fingers from his mouth with a small popping sound.

“I think we need to get the rest of her clothes off her.”

“I agree,” Zach grinned. “And then I want to decorate her.”

Kincaid chuckled. Of course, Zach did. And Kincaid was going to enjoy watching.

This was the difference between them. After Zach was done with her nipples, Kincaid would have left them alone. They were already tightly budded, bright red from the abuse he’d put them through… Kincaid might have put loops on them to keep them nice and hard, but that would be about it. He was pretty sure Zach was going to go for clamps.

Tight ones.

He couldn’t wait to see her reaction and hear the noises she made when Zach put them on.

It only took them moments to strip her skirt and thong off, leaving her completely naked between them. She was still glassy-eyed and panting for breath. The indents in her skin from the corset had mostly smoothed out of her soft stomach, leaving only the barest of lines visible, beneath which her pussy was shaved bare, allowing him to see the puffy lips and the gloss of her arousal.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Kincaid said admiringly, the taste of it still lingering on his tongue. “I’m going to take another taste while you decorate her.”

“Works for me.”

Amy whimpered, and Kincaid grinned as he moved around her, putting his hand on her back so he could guide her where he wanted her—right over to the desk.

“Sit up here, princess, and lean back so I can taste that sweet pussy again.” He patted the desk where he wanted her to sit, then helped her into position—butt right on the edge of the wood and legs spread wide enough for him to get his head between. He draped her lower legs over his shoulders, kneeling between her thighs so her pussy was right at his mouth level.

Looking up at her, he could see her watching him, that glazed look still in her eyes.

It was almost like she’d never had a sexy kink scene before.

Hell, maybe she hadn’t. He needed to ask her. Or Zach might know. Regardless, it had probably been a really fucking long time since she had… and he doubted it had been with two men. They were going to overwhelm her senses in the best way possible.

She wanted to be satisfied? Satiated?

He was going to make sure they had to carry her to the car after this.

Goal in mind, he slid his arms under her thighs, forcing her to lean back and thrusting her breasts in the air as she placed her hands against the desk behind her. The position helped tip her hips back. He curved his hands around her buttocks, pulling her right to the edge so he could bury his mouth in her sweet pussy.

The fucking sweetest he’d ever tasted.

Even sweeter than her cry of pleasure as his tongue delved between her swollen lips, and he began to feast.

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