Page 40 of Accepted Precedent
His face and shoulders relax. “I’m not angry. I… I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Evie asks curiously, keeping him close.
“Nothing, it doesn’t matter.”
“Bullshit. You’re mad I called her my wife, aren’t you?” I don’t mean it to be a taunt but it comes out as a challenge all the same.
He doesn’t skip a beat. “Yes. I’m fuckin’ jealous. It’s a reminder that neither of you are truly mine.”
My heart twists at his admission. I need to let them go—both of them.
With her hand on his cheek, Evelyn guides his eyes back to her. “Mick… I’m yours.”
“No, you’re both of ours, love.” Not pulling out of her, he rolls onto his back, bringing her with him. “Now, your husband is going to take that stupid fucking toy out or your arse and we’re going to fuck you properly.”
Intrusive, selfish thoughts seep in as I line up behind her and carefully remove her plug, tossing it aside. From behind, she’s a similar build to Kristin and I can’t help imagining I’m with the one woman I can never have. Wrapping Evelyn’s hair around my fist, I tug her back an inch. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, and while I’ll hate myself for it later, there’s no harm in the fantasy.
Mickey roughly kisses her as I slather lube on my cock. Lining myself up with her ass, I take a deep breath, then slip inside her. There’s only a thin barrier between Mickey and me, and it’s fucking heaven. He grits out a few swears as I slowly trust in and out of her.
My words escape me without a second thought. “You’ve been tempting me for years, it’s about time I show you exactly how much I want you.”
I breathe a sigh of relief as he admits, “Not as much as you both have tempted me,” grateful he assumes I’m talking about him and not my wife’s sister.
Guilt doesn’t rattle me like it usually does—what they don’t know won’t hurt them—but I’m extra careful to not accidentally call out Kristin’s name.
“Keep it slow, baby. I’m going to alternate thrusts. Fuck, just like that. You both feel so fuckin’ good.” He then asks Evie, “Are you doing okay, angel? It’s like this perfect cunt was made for me. I’ve wanted you for years, I’m sorry I got carried away there for a moment.”
“It’s okay. I like it rough.” She glances back at me. “But not too rough.”
“I know, love. Not this time,” he purrs, and I tug on her hair to bring her gaze back to him. “We can play later, but right now you’re going to let us take care of you until you no longer doubt that I’m yours.”
I take my time sliding in and out of her ass, and focus my attention to where we’re joined, wondering if Kristin’s ass would feel this good. I resist marking it with my palm—even if Evie would be into it.
Mickey and I find a rhythm that leaves Evelyn breathless, and he checks in with her, “Still doing all right?”
“Yes.” She kisses him and I release her hair, pulling back to admire how perfect they are together.
“What about you?”
“Oh, I’m more than all right,” I chuckle.
Evelyn clenches around me, likely close, as we pick up our pace. Between how tight she is and the extra friction I get from him fucking her, I’m not going to last long.
“Are you ready to come for Daddy?”
“Mmhmm,” she mutters as I reply, “I’m close.”
Evie and I laugh, but Mick cuts it short with his lips sealed on hers. I focus on the task he gave us—proving he’s Evelyn’s. I’m not the least bit offended by his declarations. Part of me has always known they were meant for each other. Between my own selfish political aspirations and Mickey orchestrating the entire makeup of politics, we had bigger things to worry about than love or relationships.
Except Evelyn. She gave up everything for us.
Mickey quickens his thrusts and I follow in suit. Evie tightens around us, crying out in pleasure, but we don’t let up. She sags against him and I’m right fucking there. I close my eyes, imagining it’s Kristin beneath me, and it only takes a few more thrusts before I’m spent. I grit out a few swears, careful to avoid names or honorifics, as I come harder than I have in a while.
As I catch my breath, I carefully pull out and press a soft kiss to her back, whispering, “I’ll be right back.”
Sliding off the bed, I make my way to the bathroom to clean up. I glance behind me once. Mickey already has her pinned and chasing his own release. I wash my hands, and through the faucet running I can still hear him grunting, “One more, angel. Give me one more. Show me you’re mine with your cunt strangling my cock as you come again. Just like last time.”
