Page 183 of Sire
“Oh fuck. Oh, God. Oh fuck, yes, I’m coming. I’m coming.” His bouncing hard cock spurts everywhere. Way too much and making me murderous.
I palm his skull. “Clean it up. Lick your cum off my wife. Now.”
Wren loves this. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve seen her come, watching me do this for her. For us. Even our toy is moaning.
He licks, his impressive dick barely deflating while he cleans his cum off Wren’s thighs and pussy.
“That’s enough.” I yank him away. Then I pause, checking his eyes. “You good?”
“Very. Thank you.” He licks his glossed lips, grinning. Sweating. His massive chest, heaving.
“You ready for my turn?” I ask him.
He grabs a condom. “Give me a few minutes, and yeah, I will be.”
“Your turn?” Wren asks, curious, while I snap off my condom.
I didn’t come. I always save it for her. With the wipes on the table, I clean myself before climbing on top of her. Kissing her. “We’re going to try something new tonight. Me and my wife.”
She reaches up, cupping my jaw. “New?”
“Yeah.” I kiss her again. And again. And again, before I reveal, “I’m going to fuck you while he fucks me.”
“Oh my God, Sire,” she sighs over my lips. “You want that?”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve bottomed, but yeah. I want it. I told him to do this, that I want to feel this with you.” I nuzzle her nose. The crowd disappears. The world falls away when I stare into her eyes. “Everything, Wren. We share everything until the end. Promise me.”
“I promise.” She rises for me, kissing me. Then, she reaches, surprising me as she tugs the cups of her bra down, exposing her full breasts. “Everything, Sire,” she sighs. “Everything I have is yours.”
“Oh, fuck, Angel. I love you,” I sigh at her vulnerability with me. Her bravery with me. How she’s given everything to me, too. Trusting. Loving. She’s mine.
Wren kisses me again, our mingled breath going from tender to heated when she reaches down, stroking my hard dick. “You sure you want to do this?”
“Fuck yeah, I’m sure.”
I’m very sure when our toy starts licking my ass. I’m damn sure when she teases my swollen tip over her hard, slick clit at the same time. We play and tease until our toy asks, “You ready?”
I gaze down at Wren, at my world. “Yeah, I’m ready.” He pours lube over my ass while I slowly thrust inside her.
“Oh God,” Wren cries out. “Oh God, Sire, I’m gonna come.”
“Wait for me, Angel. I won’t last long.”
She grabs a breath, nodding, edging. With her tight wet heat clenching my dick, once I feel his sheathed tip, teasing into my ass, I groan, “Fuck. Fuck.”
“Tell me.” Our toy is good. He echoes my taunt, “Tell mewhat you want because I’m going to fucking give it to you while you get your wife off.”
He grabs my hips while I thrust into Wren. I kneel with my arms braced, my body planked over hers. I watch as she palms my chest, hanging on.Fuck, she’s beautiful.Her eyes, anchored to mine. Her legs, open and trembling. Her lips, parted and shaking. Her pussy, wet and taking me.
My lips shake, too, feeling him breach my entrance. “Fuck,” I grunt. “Fuck yes. Fuck my ass hard and make me breed my wife.”
“Oh God,” Wren arches, her orgasm threatening.
“Edge, Angel. Edge,” I urge, but then I can’t breathe, feeling the invasion. The stretch. The eye-rolling pain that burns into pleasure because Wren’s pussy chokes my cock while I take a long dick in my ass.
“Fuck, yeah, Pastor,” he sighs. “Oh fuck, your tight ass is hot.”
He slowly thrusts inside me, and for a moment, I can’t move until we find our breath. Our rhythm. Our bodies, receiving. Taking. Connected. Me and Wren, together, until she’s shaking. I’m shaking. My legs. My lips. This pleasure will make me fall into a million pieces for my wife, and it’s where I belong. With her, whole. With her, broken. With her, dying. With her, alive.
