Page 181 of Sire
“And I think he’s worked with Redix and Daniel. Like he’s in the film industry and goes to the club, and he heard about me.”
She frets, “But you didn’t show your face on the app, right?”
“No. It’s my hand with my wedding ring. I wanted it to be clear I’m proudly married and looking for a play partner only.”
Her teeth snag her bottom lip. “So, how did he know you?”
“When we chatted online, he shared one of his fantasies, something he saw at a club in Atlanta and?—”
“And it wasyou,” she sighs, climbing to straddle me as the limo stops in front of the private entrance to the discreet club.
I lace my hands through her hair. “But this is for you, too. You can change your mind or tell me to stop. You’re my priority. No one else.”
“And you’re mine.” She nips my bottom lip. “You know what I want. You know our boundaries. They haven’t changed.”
“Mine have.” I’m getting harder just thinking about sharing this with her. Only her.
“What do you mean?” She nuzzles her forehead to mine.
“I want everything you want,” I grab her hips, “and then I want to try something new for us. Together.”
Christian sitsbeside me on the tufted leather sofa, sipping water while Wren’s on my lap.
It didn’t take long to find him in the club. How many menare six foot six and clearly a model or an actor? I’m not sure, but he’s something.
He hints, “Should we bother with small talk?”
“No.” I reach down to where Wren’s grinding on me, her back to my chest. Spreading her legs, draped over mine, I expose her pantiless pussy and my jeans’ zipper. Dragging it down, I didn’t wear boxers, either. “There’s nothing small about tonight.” I free my hard cock and order Christian, “Now be a good boy and eat her pussy and suck my cock.”
Clearly, he wants this. Licking his lips at the sight of my swollen dick, he lowers to his knees.
We’re in the VIP section of the club. I called ahead and made sure to reserve a sofa surrounded by red velvet ropes and gold stanchions, cordoning off our area. It’s more selective. More private, but still a few gather by the ropes, watching us.
“Oh fuck,” Wren gasps into our kiss while her pussy is licked. I groan into her mouth and grab her neck. Claiming her tongue, I try to stifle my jealousy, letting her fulfill her fantasy.
It’s been a long time since I’ve shared her, and that was with the kings.
But so many things have changed. For better. For worse.
Nash versus Axel. Loch and Alena. Jace, fighting for Vivian. Sheremetev and the hunt. Our deal. Our family. Our freedom.
Honestly, I needed a night off from the shit we’re dealing with.
And this man’s hot, hungry mouth sucking my hard dick and licking my wife’s pussy is exactly what I need.
“Fuck yeah.” I palm his skull. “You’re such a big, strong boy, aren’t you?” He sucks Wren’s clit, then licks my tip. “But you love tasting pussy and sucking a big dick, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.” His green eyes ignite, his mouth plunging down my shaft until he gags.
“God, that’s hot.” Wren watches between our legs.
His broad shoulders are bent over. My thick dick is in his big hand. His whiskered lips stretch around my shaft. My hips pump, my tip fucking the back of his moaning throat.
“That’s it. Good boy. Suck this dick.” I fist his light brown curls for minutes, letting him indulge. “Now lick this sweet pussy that belongs to me. Sucking my cock made it wet. Now, fuck it with your tongue. Taste what a dirty girl she is for me.”
He moans into Wren’s sex, spearing her cunt. She writhes on my lap, her panting lips hovering by mine, her proud lust making me lose my goddamn mind.
“Fuck, Angel.” I see our little crowd, horny couples watching us, and tug on her sexy coat. “I want you nude. I want everyone to see what’s mine. What I get to fuck.”
