Page 52 of Wicked Devotion
“God, yes, please,” Max mumbles while Lily is so frozen I have to check if there’s something wrong with the network signal.
I didn’t get that fucking overpriced teddy for fun.
“Not your time to talk,” I whisper in Max’s ear. A whined apology later, I rub the pad of my middle finger over his hole, and his hips buck forward.
“Pants off, now.” Even my patience has limits. “Unless you want me to suggest something the next time we’re having a movie night.”
I would never. Her pussy is only for me and Max to see, but my little threat seems to be sufficient.
“Shit, no,” she yelps, struggling to get out of her pants.
“Spread your legs.” I should have sent her a damn manual beforehand.
Lily’s hands tremble with the need to cover herself, and I spit down on my fingers a second time.
Max’s body is primed to react to the sound. His dick twitches, so big and so fucking useless, as he fucks into the space between his wrists.
Lily slides her fingers through her slick folds at the same time I push a finger inside Max’s tight hole, and his groans turn into pathetic whimpering when I add a second one.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I say before I lick a strip up Max’s throat, whose whines get more desperate once he realizes what he’s missing out on.
“You like seeing him like this, sweetheart? To watch him being used like the filthy boy he is?”
She nods, a shy smile complimenting the sweet red hue on her cheeks.
“Then show me what you did last night.”
“Logan, please, if you don’t let me see, I’m going to die,” Max says, way too loud, given our surroundings.
Sure, everyone knows about whatever the situation between us is, but that doesn’t mean he needs to annoy everyone in the house with his whining.
I yank the blindfold off of his head, ball it up in my fist, andshove it into his mouth. It’s probably for the better, because knowing Max, he’s going to be loud once I’m fucking him.
“Hi, baby,” Max tries to say, but the words come out all muffled, and I roll my eyes. Lily giggles until she realizes we’re now both watching her.
“Sweetheart, go on. I don’t like to wait,” I say, curling my fingers when she starts fingering herself.
Max slumps forward, and I gently help him to stay upright by grabbing a fistful of his hair.
Lily spreads her legs wider, adding a second finger. Her cunt looks so wet and fucking inviting that I can’t wait for the moment I get to watch mine and Max’s cum drip out of her.
When I deem Max prepped enough, I use some more spit to slick up my cock and line myself up with his hole. I push inside without giving him time to adjust, and he lets his head fall back against my shoulder.
I know he can handle it. This is far from what it takes toreallyruin him, and sometimes, I think Max lacks a breaking point.
The way he clenches around me turns my brain to fucking mush, makes me fall down further into a grave I keep on digging for myself.
“Hands off now, sweetheart,” I say through gritted teeth. “No more trying to get off until we’re back. Be good for us.”
Lily looks a bit too relieved for my liking as she closes her legs, but I’m too lost in Max’s body to scold her.
He’s like a drug, one that sends me on the best and simultaneously worst high ever.
“Promise me.”
“I promise I’ll be good.”
“Say goodbye to our pet,” I say, pulling the fabric out of Max’s mouth while I up my pace.
