Page 43 of All's Fair In Love & War

I fucked her mouth with no mercy, hips snapping forward with force, the base of my dick slapping against her face as her nails scratched at my thighs. Her eyes watered, black lashes fluttering, but she stayed right there, taking it.

And Felicity watched all of it, eyes locked on me—not Tandy, not what I was doing to her—me. She didn’t blink, didn’t flinch. She didn’t even pretend to be bothered.

She looked like she was enjoying the show.

Her legs parted wider, flashing me a pussy so wet, so pink and glistening, it had my mouth watering. I wanted to drop to my knees and taste her until she forgot her name. But then she used those fingers—those same slick, delicate fingers—to spread herself open, slow and bold, like she knew exactly what it would do to me.

Jealousy burned through me so hot and violently, I felt it in my teeth. It crawled from the top of my head to the soles of my feet, tightening every muscle in my body. She was showing me what I couldn’t touch.

Her fingers slid over her clit, slow circles at first, teasing. She was working herself up like she had something to prove, like she was the one in control.

I growled low, the sound barely human, and yanked Tandy off me with a wet pop. Spit trailed from her mouth to the head of my dick before it snapped and fell away. Her lips were swollen, face soaked, eyes half-lidded with pleasure—but I wasn’t looking at her.

I fisted her hair and pulled her up hard, making her moan and love every second of my roughness. Turning her around, Ibent her over the bench, gripping her waist so hard I knew there would be bruises left behind.

Felicity was still watching, still touching herself, and I was about to show her what she’d started.

I spread Tandy’s legs open and slammed into her, pulling a cry from her throat so loud it echoed. Her body bucked, but I held her in place with one hand flat on her back and the other gripping her hip.

I fucked her like I was punishing her for Felicity's boldness. Like I needed her to feel everything Felicity made me want to do to her. Each stroke was brutal. Precise. Designed to break her down.

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the steam-heavy air, her moans mixing with the smack of my hips crashing into her over and over. Her body trembled, toes curling against the wet tile, but I didn’t let up.

And still, Felicity didn’t look away.

Her hand moved faster now, fingers slick with arousal, her mouth slightly open, chest rising and falling, her other hand pinching her nipple as she moaned through gritted teeth like she was the one getting wrecked.

We locked eyes again, and neither of us blinked.

I slammed into Tandy harder.

Felicity’s legs shook.

And in that moment, I couldn’t tell who was getting fucked harder—Tandy under me, or Felicity in her own head.

Then she smiled that wicked, knowing smile and started walking over without waiting for permission. She moved like the room belonged to her. LikeIbelonged to her. Like she knew I wouldn’t stop her. As if she knew she could do whatever she wanted without receiving punishment for her actions.

And maybe she was correct.

Felicity slid in front of the bench, bold as hell, forcing space between Tandy and the wall, not giving a fuck how tight the space was. She sat down with her legs wide, her pussy still glistening, her eyes on mine like she dared me to say something. Grabbing a fistful of Tandy’s curls, she shoved her face straight between her thighs, grinding against her mouth without warning.

Tandy let out a muffled sound, then leaned in, licking like she was starving. Her hands gripped Felicity’s thighs, holding tight as she buried her face deeper, tongue flicking and stroking with practiced skill.

But I wasn’t watching Tandy.

I was watchingher.

Felicity tilted her head back, lips parted, eyes fluttering but never closing all the way. She was moaning—soft at first, then deeper, letting the sounds pour out like she didn’t care who heard her fall apart.

Her hips rolled with each pass of Tandy’s tongue, slow and confident. She wasn’t rushing. She was savoring the power shift—mypower shift.

And fuck… my dick had never been this hard.

I was still inside Tandy, her walls squeezing around me like she didn’t know whether to focus on getting fucked or doing the fucking. I slammed into her harder, and she cried out against Felicity’s pussy, the sound vibrating straight into her.

Felicity gasped, her hand tightening in Tandy’s hair, her eyes locking on mine again. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breaths were coming in sharp bursts, but underneath it all was control. Pure, raw, female power. She was showing off, letting me know she could take the reins whenever she wanted.

And I loved that shit.

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