Page 98 of Third Wheel

“On your back, princess, so Zach and I can see your pretty face while you cum.”

Her pretty face was immediately blushing, but she wasn’t going to argue with him.

“Yes, Sir.” She sat on the couch and leaned back against the cushions as Zach turned, not bothering to get off his knees. He didn’t need to. The seat of the couch put her at the exact right position for his rigidly hard cock, and he was on her immediately.

While he might have gotten on his knees and said ‘Yes, Sir’ for Kincaid, that was not at all the Zach now looming over her, caging her in with his hands. His dark eyes pinned her beneath him as he looked down at her, his hard body between her spread legs.

“Hands above your head, little slut. I want you stretched out in front of me so I can pound your sweet little pussy.” He grinned down at her.

Kincaid was off to the side, getting something, so Amy’s entire focus was on the man who was about to fuck her. Breathlessly, she reached up again. The guys liked to haveher immobilized, something she was quickly figuring out. Sure enough, as soon as her hands were above her head, Zach pinned them there with his own, holding on to her wrists to keep them in place.

The tip of his cock rubbed along the wet seam of her pussy, then he adjusted his hips, pulling back so he could line himself up with her body, and thrust in hard. Amy cried out as he filled her with one long thrust, her body arching upward. The chain on the clamps went taut and pulled on her nipples and clit, adding to the new sensations rippling through her. The blissful feeling of fullness left her shuddering, and she clenched around him, adding to that feeling.

At first, she thought he might take her fast and hard after that initial thrust, but instead, he slowly pulled back and thrust in again, taking his time—because he wasn’t allowed to cum until Kincaid gave him permission.Shewas allowed to come… as much as she could, which wouldn’t be much if she couldn’t get Zach to move faster.

Though, every one of her movements made the clamps tug on her tender bits, which might move her along faster. And every time Zach slid home, his body rubbed against the ultra-sensitive, protruding tip of her clit. It throbbed painfully in the confines of the clamp, arousing her more and making her shudder at the contact.

“Oh… please…” She writhed, then jerked when Zach’s body jerked against hers.

Opening her eyes, she saw Kincaid stand behind him, flogger in hand, bringing it down on Zach’s shoulders. Zach shifted, moving her legs up, so they were pressed against his chest, protecting them from the flogger with his body as Kincaid swung again, the leather falling against Zach’s buttocks.

It completely changed the rhythm of Zach’s strokes in and out of her as he reacted to the flogger. She cried out as hehit her insides exactly right, sending her into her first orgasm. Everything throbbed, especially her nipples and clit, as the ecstasy exploded inside her and burst outward like a rocket going off.

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Zach

For someone who wasn’t ‘that much of a sadist,’ Kincaid was a real fucking sadist sometimes.

Zach gritted his teeth as Amy’s pussy clenched and rippled around him, her lips parted, body arching to thrust her breasts into the air as she came. Fuck, she was beautiful when she came. The flogger didn’t hurt so much as it was making his whole body feel extra sensitive, hyperaware, especially his shoulders and buttocks.

Watching Amy come and having to hold himself back?

That was the real pain.

Fingers gripped his hair, pulling his head back. Zach shuddered, panting for breath as he fought off his orgasm.

“She’s so pretty when she comes, isn’t she?” Kincaid asked, watching Amy writhe for them. His cock was right at Zach’s face height again, slowly thickening. “Does she feel good coming on your cock?”

“Yes,” Zach gritted out from between his teeth.

Such a fucking sadist, even if he didn’t get off on causing physical pain. Kincaid released Zach’s hair and ran his fingers over the sensitive skin on Zach’s back.

“Keep fucking her, but remember… no coming, or I’ll fuck her ass instead of yours.”

Fuck.Zach groaned as Amy’s pussy clamped down around him again, her expression lighting up as she tuned back into the conversation. It looked like she liked that idea. But fuck that. This was Zach’s chance to earn his fantasy—Kincaid’s cock in his ass while his was buried in Amy’s pussy—and he was not going to lose out on it.

He just had to think about anything else to keep him from coming.

Football.

No, baseball, because that’s what was in season.

Not that he followed either.

The new recipe he wanted to try out.

The way Amy diced zucchini.

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