Page 33 of The Vow

“Dad, for fuck’s sake, I’m not a kid anymore-”

“Lena, do not swear!” her mother trilled.

It opened. Thank fuck. Carmelo didn’t look back. She had this. He dove through into the cooler, darker room on the other side and thanked his lucky stars the hotel was lax with securing the connecting door.

He shut it behind him, sunk his back to the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

But that breath stuttered in his throat when he realized whose room he had just stumbled into. He immediately wished he hadn’t.

Carmelo

Colt Kincaid, President of the Black Coyotes MC. Balls deep, doggy style in his wife, the beautiful, smart, strong-willed April.

Colt kept thrusting as Carmelo sank to his knees, whispering a long, low “fuuuuuuuck,” as he descended. His phone fell out his pocket and bounced across the room, his cock popped out from his hastily shoved up trousers and his sense of self-dignity melted in a pitiful pool at his feet.

“What have we here?” Colt said, curiously, not stopping his rolling hips as they worked April.

She was gripping the sheets, face down. “Don’t stop, Colt, don’t stop,” she stuttered.

Colt’s eyes didn’t leave Carmelo.

He realized he had his dick out, at half mast now, but still glistening with saliva. It was obvious what he’d been doing. Colt was going to flail him alive, he would have rather have chosen the Armenian’s over this…

“On your knees, don’t talk, don’t say a fucking thing, pig,” Colt barked out. “Kitten, we have an audience.”

April turned her head and caught sight of him. Fuck, she looked good, eyes out of focus, face flushed. She groaned with desire. Fuck he wanted Lena under him like that…

Colt leaned over her, his face now next to her ear. He whispered tenderly to her. “You want me to tell him to fuck off or…?”

April merely groaned.

Colt chuckled. “You want him to watch? You’ve wanted that for a while now, haven’t you, Kitten?” Colt nipped her ear with his teeth as April muttered something incoherent and desperate into the sheets. Colt smirked and came back upright.

“Watch,” he commanded Carmelo.

Carmelo knew there was a time for speaking out and a time for doing as he was told. This was one of those times to do as he was told.

He dropped to his knees on the floor and watched the President stroke his old lady from the inside with his cock. He watched as April begged him to go harder, faster, he watched as Colt did as she wished, drilling into her until she shook and screamed.

Fuck, his hand grabbed his cock, which was rock solid again. How could it not be with this going on in front of him? He wanted to make Lena tremble like that. He closed his eyes and listened and wanted Lena spread out doggy style beneath his rolling hips, he wanted to edge her all through the night and into the morning, pushing her closer and closer and taking her over the edge. Fuck, he was not prepared for this.

“Colt, Colt-” April’s urgent voice cut through his fantasy.

“I’m gonna come, Kitten-”

“Pull out, pull out, you aren’t wearing-”

“Fucking can’t, Kitten, it’s too fucking good.”

“Colt!” April gasped. “Do it, then.”

Colt’s pace was stuttering now, he flushed, Carmelo felt he should look away, but he didn’t. “Wanna knock you up this weekend…” Colt ground out.

“Come,” April commanded.

And with a wild howl, Colt did.

Carmelo slammed his eyes shut, imagining filling Lena full of his come. Imagining this conversation with her, telling her he wanted to get her knocked up-

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