Page 100 of Third Wheel

Note to self: don’t piss off Kincaid.

While he and Zach might do the Nice Dom, Mean Dom thing to play off each other, Kincaid was more like a Sneaky Dom coming in with the mean streak after your guard was down.

And he wasmean.

The rhythm he used was hard enough to slowly rock Amy to her third orgasm, making her cry out and writhe underneath Zach, her pussy squeezing him over and over again as the pleasure rippled through her. He was panting and gasping and moaning, struggling to hold back his climax while she reached hers for the third time… and she wasn’t sure she wanted another.

She felt limp. Satisfied. Satiated. And incredibly oversensitive. The sensations were becoming too intense, ready to tip over the edge from pleasurable to painful. She squirmed underneath Zach, trying to get away from the overstimulation of her poor clit, which needed a break more than it needed another orgasm.

Too many orgasms for her, not enough for Zach, and Kincaid was grinning with pleasure as he continued to work himself in and out of Zach’s ass, fucking his way to his second climax.

“Last one, princess,” he said to her over Zach’s shoulder. Amy shook her head.

“I don’t think I can.”

“You can. And you will.” The utter confidence in his voice was enough to make her pussy spasm. “One more time for us, princess.”

He didn’t give her a chance to answer; he just started fucking Zach harder, making Zach cry out as his cock retreated, then plunged into Amy, his body moving to Kincaid’s whim. Starbursts shot through Amy’s body as Zach’s thrusts slammed him against her clit over and over again, and she cried out, arching beneath him, held in place by his hands and cock.

He was rigidly hard inside her, and she knew he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer.

Kincaid

Wearing out two subbies at once wasn’t easy but it sure as hell was fun.

Zach’s ass gripped Kincaid’s cock as he buried himself inside his boyfriend again, their girlfriend moaning in half-protest, half-pleasure as she started the journey toward her fourth orgasm in a row. Amy was getting tired, overstimulated; Kincaid could see it. He wanted that last orgasm, though.

One more to go with his and Zach’s.

So, he switched things into high gear, pounding into Zach’s ass with abandon, forcing him to go along with the new pace. Amy’s reaction was gratifying. She might be fighting the final climax, but she was going to lose.

“Oh, fuck…” Zach started chanting, his ass spasming around Kincaid’s cock. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…”

Kincaid didn’t give him permission to come yet, though. They needed Amy closer to her climax. She was writhing, strainingbeneath Zach, panting for breath right along with him, though for an entirely different reason.

“That’s it, princess. We’re both fucking you right now.” Kincaid crooned. “And when we put you between us, you’ll have us both inside you, one in your pussy and one in your ass while we split you open. We’ll make you come over and over again untilwe’vehad enough.”

The volume of Zach’s chant increased.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…”

“Sometimes, we’ll pass you back and forth, our dirty little slut, filling you with so much cum that it’s dripping down your legs, then we’ll lick it off you before filling you up again.”

“Oh, fuck.”

Zach didn’t just call Amy their little slut because she liked it; he called her that because he did, too. And Kincaid could tell that hearing him say it was almost too much for Zach. He bucked backward, impaling himself on Kincaid’s cock before jerking forward to bury himself in Amy’s pussy. Kincaid thrust in hard to pin him there while Amy let out a sharp cry as her eyes glazed over, pleasure slamming into her along with Zach’s cock.

His own pleasure surged, balls tightening as his need pushed at him. He had full control of both of them, sending his arousal to a fever pitch.

“Come for me.” It wasn’t a demand; it was an order. “Come for me, both of you.”

The cry that ripped from Zach’s throat was almost inhuman as he was freed to move in the way that he needed—the rhythm was wild, inconsistent, pushing himself back on Kincaid’s cock, thrusting himself into Amy. He only managed a few thrusts before he buried himself in her entirely. His ass clamped down around Kincaid’s cock, increasing Kincaid’s pleasure as Zach shuddered with ecstasy. Amy was crying out, too, slow tearsleaking from her eyes at the assault on her senses, her lips open as she panted with overwhelming ecstasy.

Kincaid thrust hard into Zach, rocking him against her, prolonging both of their orgasms, using Zach’s hole as hard as he wanted to reach his own peak. He tumbled over it, freefalling through the orgasmic bliss that started from his core and swallowed him up.

The three of them moved together, rocking in unison, as the last dregs of pleasure were wrung from each of them.

For the first time, Kincaid felt completely whole.

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