Page 63 of A Game Of Love

Moonlight cascades through the window, illuminating their bodies.

Heart stilling, I’m frozen in place, forced to watch the sight before me.

My body quakes with white-hot rage as my chest heaves with unsteady breaths. I stare at the man looming over my girl, thrusting into her, grunting like a damn animal as he fucks her hard and fast into the bed.

“Fuck, Lilly,” he moans. “Your cunt feels so fucking good. So perfect.”

“Bishop,” she moans, clawing at the sheets below her.

“You like this,il mio cuore? Do you like how my cock stretches that sweet little pussy of yours?”

“Yes!” she answers with a broken sob.

“I bet you’d love to have my cock inside you, gliding in and out of you as Toby takes you from behind. Wouldn’t you, dirty girl?”

The sound of my name sounds odd in this situation.

“Oh, god, yes,” she whimpers.

“Trapped between us, telling you how good of a girl you are for taking both our cocks at the same time. We’d fill you with so much pleasure, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself, making you come apart on our cocks before we filled you with our release.”

“Oh fuck. I’m close.”

Bishop chuckles deeply. “Look at you. So fucking perfect. You were made for us, Baby Girl. Our perfect girl. We’re going to take such good care of you.”

He slows his pace, keeping the strokes long and deep.

Watching this is like having an out-of-body experience. Bishop looks deep into her eyes. I see it, their connection. He loves her; she loves him. He looks at her like I do.

Like a balloon slowly losing its air, the jealousy and anger inside me starts to dissipate, replaced with confusion and other emotions I can’t quite place.

She’s happy. I’d be a monster to take that away from her.

He needs her. She needs him. I need them both.

With gritted teeth and a head filled with swirling, confusing thoughts, I close the door carefully and back away.

I stand there, listening to the two of them together, unable to bring myself to actually leave.

Taking a seat next to the door, I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes.

They continue, with no signs of stopping.

And every dirty word out of Bishop’s mouth seems to be about all the things both he and I would do to her.

Her responsive moans and whimpers let me know that everything he’s saying is exactly what she wants.

As I let the thoughts of his words play out inside my mind, my cock stiffens against my swim trunks.

With deep breaths, I try to get myself under control. But with each flash of the image he’s describing, the more turned on I get.

I envision everything Bishop says in my mind, my hand inching towards the waistband of my shorts.

I’m so painfully hard right now, and I’m so fucking confused about why. It’s not like I want Bishop to do those things to me. I don’t think of him like that.

But the idea of being able to work together, to make her feel good, to get those sounds out of her sweet mouth as we’re buried deep inside her is something I don’t think I’m opposed to.

At least, I don’t think I am–based on how fucking turned on I am.

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