Imagine your man getting cucked by his own tentacles. Every time y’all would get frisky his own appendages would actively cockblock him. It didn’t help that they each had a mind of their own paired with millions of sensors. Which gave them endorphins from just interacting with you.
So picture your beloved sulking at how you were getting railed in every possible hole. Being helpless to even participate, hell he had to settle for when you’d squirt in his face. Since the tentacles decided to take some pity and positioned you to be suspended in the air. Legs spread open right in front of where he sat jerking off his heavy slimy appendage. Like a pathetic neglected puppy.
And if he so much as tried to get into the fray a stray tendril would smack his hand away. As if he was a child trying to get into a cookie jar. He’s definitely considering laser tentacle removal surgery soon.
John thinks he is the biggest freak on the team because he eats ass and knows how to talk his girl through it
It wasn’t until he begrudgingly agreed to a little cucking arrangement with johnny and Simon that he realized that he in fact was NOT a freak.
He sat in the corner, fisting his cock as he watched Simon absolutely slut you out while Johnny says the most disgusting things, his accent thicker than ever.
Lmk what u think they did to you n I might write it 👀
threesome turned cucking with frank and abby langdon
short. warning: implied cheating, started as a threesome and turned into abby being a cuckquean, so also involuntary cucking and dubcon just to be safe. not edited. SMUT BELOW THE CUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
abby wasn’t entirely sure what she was thinking when she brought you, a girl from the gym, into her bedroom with frank in a desperate attempt to bring the spark back to their marriage, but it wasn’t this.
she can’t quite explain it, but there’s something in the way frank touches you, a familiarity in his fingers almost, that has her skin prickling.
he’s been fucking you for almost twenty minutes while she sits next to you naked on the bed, your thighs pressed up against your chest as he repeatedly thrusts as deep as physically possible into you.
though she’s feeling sick with jealousy, there’s arousal that’s been dripping down her thighs since he started fucking you.
“holy shit,” when she glances back up, his head is thrown back, body tensing as he begins to fuck harder into you.
based off the noise you’re making, you must’ve just cum.
on her husbands cock.
is he about to cum in you?
“oh fuck.” his brow is furrowed as he moves your body to climb practically on top of you, cock going so deep she can see it in your stomach.
“oh!” the whine that leaves you is loud, thighs shaking as your fingernails digging into his forearms as you presumably cum again. the loud sound of his hips slapping into yours causes her cunt to clench around nothing.
she should speak up. he isn’t supposed to cum in you.
she opens her mouth but her voices catches in her throat as she watches his hips stutter before her gives you one final, deep thrust, moaning as his balls meet your ass as he cums.
inside you.
she watches as he slowly pulls out of you, ears ringing as her eyes lock on his cock, wet with your combined releases.
for what feels like the first time all night, frank looks at her, lust still wild in his blue eyes.
“come here, honey,”
shakily, she moves from her seated position on the bed over to him.
she should be livid, she should throw you out of her house and spend the rest of the night screaming at frank. she knows she should.
instead, she lowers herself to her knees at the foot of her marital bed, daring a glance at your cunt as it leaks her husbands cum, before locking her eyes with frank’s, waiting for him to say something.
“why don’t you clean us up?”
it’s a disgusting, degrading request.
still, she opens her mouth and lets him guide his cock in, moaning at the way she immediately begins to lick and suck all traces of you off of him as his cock begins to soften.
to her utter humiliation, she has to fight the urge to sink her fingers into her throbbing cunt.
once she’s deemed his cock clean, she lowers her head to lick his balls clean also.
when she pulls away, her eyes look back into franks gleaming ones.
his hand finds her head, “we need to clean her up too, don’t we?”
abby glances over at your cunt, watching as his cum seeps out and onto the bed.
warily, she looks back at frank, who just looks at her expectantly.
“you weren’t supposed to cum in her.” she wishes her voice was firmer, but instead it comes out small.
he hums in mock apology, “well, we better make sure we get it all out of her then, right?”
her heart is pounding and her ears are ringing again when she moves to face your cunt, slowly moving closer to you with her tongue out so she can lick you clean.
out of the corner of her eyes, she sees franks cock begin to harden once again as her mouth latches onto your center, causing a rush of humiliating excitement to fill her body.
warnings! virgin!mingi, cuckold, oral (m. receiving), male masturbation, cowgirl position/riding, mingi cums in reader’s mouth and has a little bit of an exhibitionist kink. mdni (17+).
length. 1.8k+
you stand in front of the bathroom sink with your toothbrush still in hand as you stare at your boyfriend in disbelief. did he really just say what you thought he did?
cuck!yunho simply laughs and loosely wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “i’m serious, babe. just promise me you’ll think about it at least.”
you hold his soft gaze in the mirror for a moment before leaning down to spit out the toothpaste. a sigh leaves your mouth as you exhale. “fine. i’ll think about it, but don’t get your hopes up. got it?” your tone is firm, but there’s still that playful edge to your words.
that handsome smile starts to form as his lips twitch upwards at the corners and he places a kiss against the side of your neck. “thank you, pretty. you know i’d never push to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.. just want you to think about it.”
so you do.
over the next few days, you think about the new kink your boyfriend told you about. you weighed the pros and cons, your brain full of possible ‘what if’s’. yet, you knew the type of people you and yunho were and that your relationship was built on the basic fundamentals like communication, understanding, and emotional maturity to name a few. the more your mind pondered on the thought, the more appealing the idea became. plus, there was something you couldn’t get out of your head; a guy plowing you while yunho watched from afar. it turned you on.
it’s not like the guy he suggested you have sex with was ugly or anything, in fact he was far from it. the man was none other than his childhood best friend, mingi. after all, he would share anything with one of the people he trusted the most, and that included his beloved girlfriend. and it just so happened that the tall, attractive man had a crush on you, too.
no matter how well mingi thought he hid the fact from you two, you both could tell mingi thought you were pretty by the way he began to act around you. both of you found it cute though, and yunho took it personally as a compliment.
a little over a week after yunho first proposed the idea, you had made a decision. you agreed to sleep with him. after talking to mingi and him agreeing to it as well, all that was needed was to pick a day. that’s how the three of you came to be inside your bedroom right now. this was going to be a saturday night that none of you would ever forget.
sitting in the corner of the room, yunho’s dark eyes are fixed on the sight of you and virgin!mingi just a few feet away from him. your lips wrap around mingi’s angry red, oozing tip and a low groan rips from his throat. he balls his fists into the sheets of bed as you bob your head up and down his length, your tongue grazing the thick veins of the underside while your hand twists around the remainder of his dick.
mingi pushes himself to sit up and watch you work your magic, leaning back on his forearms and focusing his eyes on you. he watches in awe at your hollowed cheeks around his cock struggling to take as much as your can of his girth as your saliva coats his entire length, giving him a wet, messy blowjob.
he’s captivated by your every movement and how you work him so well, it’s like you’re some kind of pro. the moment you look up at him through your lashes his breathing falters. your other hand slides down to fondle his balls and his hips are bucking up, forcing more of his dick further down your throat. thick moans spill out of his mouth and yunho sits satisfied in the corner, proud to watch his girlfriend’s skilled mouth pleasure his friend.
your tongue is circling the head of his dick one second, and the next you’re pulling off him and opening your mouth wide as your hands start to work around the entirety of his length now because you can tell he’s getting close. your pretty eyes give him a seductive look as you coax him to cum in your mouth and on your tongue.
a few more drags of your hand down his shaft and he’s spurting cum all over the muscular appendage, his chest heaving up and down as he catches his breath. you turn your head over to where yunho was sitting, wanting to show him that you caught it all, only to find him not there anymore. the drawer of the bedside table opens and yunho pulls out a condom before turning to you, catching the very last moment of you swallowing the other man’s sperm.
he steps over to you, his bulge just a few inches from your face as leans over and takes your face in his hand, kissing you to taste a little bit of leftover cum that lingers on your tastebuds as your tongues swirl against each other. “now let me see you ride him, princess.” he commands, whispering in your ear with a deep voice you recognize all too well, it’s one that comes out anytime he’s aroused. he hands you the condom and heads back over to the chair, palming himself over his tightened slacks with a dominant look in his eye as he stares at you intently.
the thin latex stretches around mingi’s dick and a few seconds later, you’re straddling his waist as you position yourself to take him inside you. mingi watches in the dim light of the room as your wet pussy sinks down onto him. another deep moan escapes his throat at the way your walls wrap around him so tightly and he can already tell he won’t last long the minute you start to move.
the sounds of your breathing merge together, your soft whines of pleasure mix with mingi’s much deeper, more guttural breaths as they dance with each other. if he hadn’t been so attentive, he would’ve sworn this was some kind of twisted, extremely lucid wet dream of his because how many guys can truthfully say they’ve been lucky enough to be in a position like this?
his eyes lazily roam over the pretty girl on top of him. a few of your curls have stuck to your forehead and your glossy lips are parted to let those pretty noises tumble out. his eyes take note of every curve, mole, freckle, or stretch mark that’s imprinted on your skin and it makes you appear even more flawless than you already are in his eyes. you're stunning, no doubt about it and to have such a beauty right in front of his eyes and to be his first makes his heart swell just as much as it makes his dick throb.
the way you touch your body as you look down at him through lidded eyes feels absolutely surreal. it’s not even been ten minutes since your warmth first sheathed him and you took his virginity, that he realizes he’ll be cumming again in no time. with the way your walls flutter around him and the weight of your body against his, and his best friend in the corner watching...
wait, what?
oh yeah, that’s right. he almost forgot yunho was over there. his eyes flicker over to him and immediately trail down to where his large hand strokes his dick as he watches with his head thrown back. mingi can’t bring himself to look away just yet, and yunho’s eyes suddenly meet his and he throws him a smirk, making mingi slightly flustered from being caught. “fuck...”
somehow that makes the situation get even hotter as the rush from the realization he’s being watched flows hot through his body. the heat pools in his stomach again as his second orgasm starts to come into sight.
his hands drift over your flesh tenderly as he gropes and massages your body, the feel of your skin underneath his palms sending him into a frenzy. jerking his hips up to meet yours in a perfect sync, he plunges his dick even deeper inside you as he whimpers pathetically underneath you. “ah–! i’m…i think ‘m–,” and mingi can’t even finish his sentence as he tethers on the edge, so desperately close to cumming.
a cute, slightly crooked front tooth peaks out from underneath his plush top lip as his mouth hangs open, heavy pants coming from his chest as the stimulation to his dick is about to tip him over the edge. you study mingi’s face as you’re on top of him and you can’t help but feel a little cocky that you’re the one that’s making this poor virgin feel so good. a theory pops into your head and you decide to test it out. your hand on his abdomen glides up further to his chest, and twists his nipple between your fingers, and that’s the final push.
that was all mingi needed and with a loud groan, he’s spilling his cum inside the condom. not long after mingi finishes, a breathy grunt comes from the other side of the room as white hot spurts of yunho’s seed lands on his hand and tank top.
both men take a moment longer to calm down than usual for entirely different reasons, but yunho recovers first and comes over to you and presses his lips to yours as you're kneeled on the bed next to mingi, no longer sitting on top of him. “you were wonderful, baby. thank you.”
you hum quietly and cross your arms. “yeah, i know i was,” the side of your lips curl into a faint arrogant smile. “but i didn’t cum, so how exactly are you going to make this up to me?”
yunho chuckles at your mock angry expression and kisses your forehead, his arm wrapping around your shoulder to pull you closer as his fingers caress your skin. “oh, don’t worry, pretty girl. you’ll get to cum as many times as you want. i promise.” the two of you share a few more kisses before you feel mingi shift on the bed to throw the used condom in the trash.
a smug grin is plastered high upon yunho’s face as he moves closer to mingi and slaps his arm lightly. “better than you could’ve ever imagined, huh?” mingi laughs and makes a small sound in agreement before giving you a shy compliment along with a plethora of thank you’s as his eyes glance over at your naked form.
yunho’s eyes shimmer with mischief as he looks between the both of you. “so what do you say? you up for another round, a threesome?” he directs the question more so to mingi rather than you as he moves to a position where he can hold eye contact with you while bending over to whisper in mingi’s ear.
“and if you make her cum, i’ll even let you hit it raw, buddy.”
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cleo’s note. ik it might sound crazy, but this is one work that i can honestly say i’m proud of and it might be one of my favorites. thank you for reading, feedback is appreciated!
That time when daddy fucked me from behind almost standing up so my neck was almost broken on the floor, every other thrust making my neck make different little cracking noises.
when you’re necks bent that way it’s really hard to say safe words.
“i could get you fucking pregnant right now you know that? tell me why i shouldn’t…tell me what you could do to stop me, huh? what could you even do? what happened the last time you fought back?”
explicit content - mdni. cucking + infidelity kink. husband!kuroo, quean wife!reader, cake coworker!oc. as always, thanks for reading ♡
previous.
“Honey, I’m—the hell are you doing here!?”
Kuroo expected a greet from his wife after a long day at work.
Clients were being petty, his work laptop froze and it’ll most likely end with all of his files gone, and to top it all off, Yuko (who has been on a week off) is now sitting in his living room sipping on a margarita.
“Evening, Kuroo.”
“Tetsu?”
You appear before he can drag Yuko out of your home, your relaxed and welcoming smile giving him no choice but to match it and pretend all is well.
“Hi, baby,” his legs bring him closer to you, his back to the couch as if shielding you from Yuko’s gaze. He places a chaste kiss on your lips, smile still on but eyebrows furrowed, looking for a sign that’ll tell him what’s going on.
“We ran into each other at the grocery store!” the lie flows from your mouth with ease, explaining what you know he’s itching to ask.
“What a small world,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead in reassurance, and to calm himself down.
He feels helpless as he watches you and Yuko chat like the best of friends, his tie feeling a little too tight all of a sudden.
—
“I can give you my sales associate contact, she gets the best archive pieces.”
It’s been around twenty minutes of talk between you two, and Kuroo still hasn’t relaxed in the slightest. His palms drag against the fabric of his slacks in a mix of boredom and anxiousness, not understanding why you’re being so bubbly and chatty with his coworker.
“I want a Fendi beaded baguette,” he watches you pout after reaching for your drink, finding your glass empty. You have barely turned to look at him and he’s already on his feet. “Babe—”
“I gotcha!”
He quickly disappears behind the wall dividing the living room from the kitchen.
He was aching to get some sort of distance between him and Yuko, his brain searching for a way to get her away from you. He’s too busy murmuring under his breath while filling the shaker with ice to notice your approaching steps.
“Baby—”
“Jesus!” your hands on his sides make him flinch in surprise, quickly turning around to face you. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
“Why are you so jumpy?” it’s your turn to frown, pretending not to know what’s got him so on edge. “Can’t a wife come say hi to her husband?”
His posture finally relaxes, reaching for your waist with one hand while he sets the shaker down on the counter with the other.
“You know you can,” his voice has lowered considerably, his forehead knocking against yours.
He’s quick to lean in for a kiss, slow and loving, enough to get you to exhale shakily once you part from his lips.
“How was work?”
That quickly sends a wave of dread through him. “Not a good day.”
He kisses you again, deeper this time with his tongue making its way past your lips, as if it’ll erase his worries of the day and grant him a clean slate.
The alcohol and your own nerves have your hands shaking as they glide down his sides, stopping once they reach his belt.
“Honey…”
His words come out like a gentle warning, but he doesn’t stop you when you unbuckle his belt and tug his zipper down.
“Missed you,” you murmur between kisses, his breath hitching when your hand makes contact with his length over the fabric of his boxers.
“Babe, don’t do that when there’s—shit,” his own moan interrupts him, your hand slipping under the waistband of his underwear and stroking his growing erection. “Sweetheart, not now. Please.”
“Relax,” his half-assed attempt to swat your hand away does nothing to deter you from your goal. “You’re being too fussy.”
Before he can back down, you sink to your knees without stopping your strokes, massaging from base to tip while getting his underwear down to his thighs.
He says your name in warning, but you ignore it, his shaft fully hard by now.
Your lips brush against the soft flesh of his tip, spreading the glossy drops of precum over the flared head.
“Keep quiet,” you smile, your tongue flicking at the slit while staring up at him. ”Unless you want to get caught.”
You take his tip without breaking eye contact, your mouth quickly getting full with his size.
“Fuck, why now?” he hisses, his tone sharp and restless while his fingers gently hold your hair up.
You breath in before sinking lower, relaxing your jaw so you can get most of him in your mouth, holding it for a few seconds before pulling away with a wet pop.
“When did you turn into a grump?” your eyes gleam with lust while your pout threatens to make him lose his mind.
“My co-worker is meters away,” he mumbles, still brushing your hair away from your face. “Sorry if I’m not into exhibitionism.”
With a shrug, you dismiss his reasoning and go back to sucking his cock, your pace considerably faster than before.
It’s taking everything in him not to make a sound, his breaths uneven as he watches you bob your head eagerly.
He opens his mouth to ask you to slow down, only to get interrupted.
“So this is why you guys ditched me in the living room,” Yuko sounds unimpressed, seeing you on your knees. “You two behave like newlyweds.”
Kuroo can feel his heart drop to his stomach, scrambling to get you away from his length but you hollow your cheeks, making his thighs falter.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account. I just came to refill my glass,” she grins, amused, when she sees Kuroo trying to get you off of him.
She walks past you, reaching for the shaker that just happens to be next to Kuroo.
“Shit—stop,” he groans, trying again to pry you off of him.
But this time, Yuko cuts him off by claiming his lips in a kiss.
His eyes widen and his cock twitches in your mouth, your eyes on them as his brain freezes long enough to allow her tongue to glide against his.
It doesn’t last, though. He’s quick to push her away, shock evident in his posture. “What the fuck—the fuck is wrong with you?!”
Yuko’s patience is running thin, her eyes switching to you as if saying: deal with him.
So you finally let go of his cock, keeping a hand around him. “Would you prefer it if she sucked you instead?” Your tone is sweet, slightly hoarse, and definitely teasing. “Or would it be better if she sat on your face while I deal with this?”
I must have gone insane, is the only reasonable thought he can come up with, his eyes switching from you—on your knees and lips a mess—to Yuko, her eyebrow raised in boredom.
Your name leaves his mouth like a plea. “Baby… what are you doing? Why are you saying that?”
If Yuko didn’t know him better, she’d think he’s close to tears with the way he’s begging you for an explanation.
“Your wife clearly wants to play,” Yuko answers for you, smirk snarky and sarcastic. “What? You’re gonna deny her? She clearly knows what she wants.”
Your hands glide up his thighs, comforting, grounding—but he’s not listening.
“Honey, please get up—”
“Christ, catch up, babe. I know you two hook up!”
That’s more than enough to get him to shut up, at least for a moment. His mind has gone blank, failing to process what this means for your marriage.
It’s over, of course you know. He’s the idiot for thinking he could keep a secret from you, when you know him better than anyone, himself included.
Bitterness builds up, and soon he’s lashing out out of defense. “And what does that have to do with this!? You want her to watch us!?” his words are meant to be sarcastic, a shield from the impending doom.
It all goes to hell when you grin and take him in your mouth again, staring up at him innocently.
“Shit— shit, shit, you do!? Wait, no...” realization hits when he finally remembers that night a few weeks ago, when you toyed with the idea of watching him fuck another woman. “...you said you wanted to watch. Holy fuck, you want to be cucked!”
He tugs you up in desperation, his lips crashing against yours as he goes through every emotion possible. His need to hold you, to feel your body in his hands, has him clinging onto your frame vehemently.
“Hmph, baby, you’re perfect,” his kisses trail down your neck, hastily pushing your top down to kiss the valley of your breasts. “My perfect, lovely wife.”
To his misfortune, you push him away and glance at Yuko who has been silent for the past few minutes.
She’s clearly beyond amused and turned on, silently daring Kuroo to make the next move.
“You fucking planned this, didn’t you?” Kuroo’s stare is heavy, dark, and the tension between them grows when she takes a step forward.
Her eyes remain on him as she grasps his erection, his muscles tensing upon the contact.
“Let’s show your wife how it’s done.”
—
You saw them fuck in the office weeks ago. You saw the videos in his phone.
And still, you’ve never been wetter than right now, watching them together and Kuroo staring back at you.
He has her against the wall of your bedroom, going in with hard thrusts while you stand next to her. You finally get to see him with another woman, and he won’t look away from you, it’s perfect.
“This shit turns you on?” he grunts, talking to you while Yuko squirms against the wall with each push of his hips. “Talk to me, baby.”
“It makes me wet, Tetsu. Can’t help it.”
Without slowing down his pace, his fingers find themselves between your legs, caressing your folds, warm and wet with arousal.
“Messy girl, keep your eyes on me. Okay?”
His fingers move at the same rhythm as his hips, fucking you open with each movement forward.
However, Yuko starts to tighten and it takes Kuroo’s attention away from you.
“Close?”
His fingers slip out of you, moving to grip her waist so he can drive his hips a little faster. He can’t help but glance down where their bodies meet, the sight of her pussy creaming around his girth drawing your attention as well.
“Gonna come…” Yuko murmurs, breathless already.
It would be a lie if she said having you next to them wasn’t a turn on. It sends her ego through the roof, each word of praise from Kuroo feeling ten times better with you present to witness your husband’s depravity.
His hands grip her ass, lifting her up so he can sink deeper, rubbing her clit with his thumb until he can feel her insides fluttering in rhythmic spasms.
“There we go,” he murmurs against her neck, basking in the added tightness and warmth of her high before slowing down to shallow thrusts. “Get on the bed, the both of you.”
You’re the first to sit on the soft mattress, unable to hide your eagerness.
He has finally pulled out of her and turns to face you with his hand gripping his shaft, the flushed head of his cock glistening with her juices making your core pulse.
“Would you like a taste, my love?”
His question is rather a command, already guiding the tip towards your mouth.
And you’re quick to obey, the warmth of your mouth enveloping him as your hands reach down to grip his sack.
“Fuck—so eager,” he muses, watching you deep throat him as much as you can, the tenderness in his eyes contradicting his actions.
He lets you make a mess on his length only for a minute, deciding to cut it short before he ends up cumming in your mouth.
Moving his hips back and away from your lips, he pats the leaking head of his cock against your tongue, marveling at the mix of pre and spit. “That’s enough, sweetheart.”
His praise comes accompanied with a kiss, momentarily clouding your mind to the point it gets a whine out of you when he pulls away.
Yuko, having watched it all from her spot by the end of the bed, spreads her legs as he approaches. The sight does wonders for Kuroo’s arousal, his hands gripping the back of her thighs and pushing them down to settle between them.
“Having fun?” she purrs, reaching between them to grip his length and rub it between her folds.
It has the two of them moaning at the feeling, the translucent beads of precum mixing with her slick while he puts his arms right next to her head.
“What do you think?” he smirks, eyes dark with lust as he guides his tip towards her entrance, breaching through with one smooth thrust. “Hmm, thaaat’s it. Tight little cunt needy for a taken cock, isn’t she?”
His words are vulgar and arousing at the same time, prompting you to scoot closer to watch your husband fuck his coworker the same way he does with you.
Their mouths meet in a sloppy kiss, often interrupted by their own moans and gasps of pleasure, the pace fast enough to get that delicious friction of his shaft against her walls.
“Deeper, Tetsuro,” Yuko sighs against his mouth, her hands clinging onto his arms as she’s forced to take every inch. “Wanna cum again.”
“Mhm, I got you. You’ll feel so good, I promise.”
Suddenly, he’s extending his arm your way, palm facing up and open, waiting.
“Give me your toy,” he commands you without pausing his thrusts.
It’s only when he’s met with no reply from your part that he turns his head to look at you.
“Well?” His tone comes off clipped and impatient, so you hurry to get it from the nightstand and hand it to him. However, he’s changed his mind, dropping his hand to knead at Yuko’s breast instead. “Turn it on and put it on her clit, make yourself useful.”
You hesitate briefly, wondering how you’ll get the toy in place with them still going at it. To your luck, he decides to sit back on his haunches and move his hands down to grip Yuko’s hips, giving you the perfect opening.
As soon as the silicone toy makes contact with her skin, she arches up and moans, the vibrations stimulating her tender bud.
“Shit, I’m close already.”
Her words send Kuroo’s self-control to the trash, moving with faster and deeper thrusts when her walls start to tighten, her second orgasm drawing near.
“Ah, fuck… you’re squeezing me,” he’s panting by now, his length drenched with her juices and throbbing. “Come, pretty. Let her see how good I fuck you.”
Yuko’s climax hits her hard, her cry of his name making you press a button, the toy vibrating faster against her clit.
“S-Stop—I’m sensitive!” her legs quiver and her hands swat at yours, one leg managing to kick at his thigh lightly.
He pulls out of her while you turn the device off, not realizing you’re his next target.
With ease, he manhandles you onto his lap, guiding himself between your soaked folds until he’s buried to the hilt, exhaling in relief. “Need to cum, baby.”
His nose grazes your neck, face hidden in the crook of it while peppering small wet kisses on the exposed skin.
The feel of his cock so deep after aching for him all night feels like heaven, the drag of his length urging you to cling tighter.
“Are you close, baby?” the softness in your voice gets to him, his arms holding you close and refusing to let go.
“Yeah,” he’s at your mercy, murmuring praises and bouncing you on his shaft eagerly, the need to fuse himself with you overwhelming his senses. “You are so good to me, my pretty girl. How did I get so lucky?”
Drunk on you, he smiles dazedly when he drags you down harder, his hands moving down your spine until they reach your ass, kneading the soft flesh as he feels his balls draw up, ready to burst.
“Let me fill you up, please? Wanna finish inside my baby.”
His words only heighten the pleasure, meeting his thrusts with bounces of your own, riding him just the way you know he likes.
“Yes. Yes, of course… inside,” there’s nowhere else you’d want it, anyway. Too used to his warmth spilling in you.
The sound of your bodies meeting increases, his hips jerking up as the first spurts of cum coat your insides. Like clockwork, the rhythmic pulses of his cock have you coming as well, milking it all out of him.
“Shit, so good… my good girl, my wife—mine,” neither of you move, stars shinning in his eyes and his heart beating wildly against his chest as he holds you through it.
Knowingly or unknowingly, you’ve opened Pandora’s box. He can't fathom life without you, even less now that you've showed him an entire new side of you. It doesn't matter if Yuko or twenty other women are naked next to him—his body answers to you.
His kisses trail up from the swell of your breasts to your jaw, already moving your hips again, gentle this time, “and I’m yours.”
