LOGINLorenâs POV. âDo you love me?â I kept my eyes on him, moving backward across the king-sized bed until my back met the tall bed frame. He stood naked at the end of the bed, sweat, rain, and precum all stained his smooth caramel skin. His cock cap remained thick and hard, pink and shiny.He climbed onto the mattress after me. âI wouldnât be here eating your pussy like itâs the best thing Iâve ever tasted if I didnât.â âThen show me.â I opened my thighs a little wider. âFuck me like Iâm the only one that exists.â His hands closed under my thighs and dragged me down in one smooth pull until my hips met his. He looked over my body slowly, stopping at my breasts, then lower. âYou want me rough or slow?â he asked. The question caught me off guard. For once I had no quick answer. âSlow, then,â he decided.He bent down, turned my chin to the side, and put his mouth on my neck. He sucked hard over the sensitive visible vein. A hot streak of precum moved straight down between my leg
Shannon's POVâOnlyâŠyou." I tried to answer her while eating her cunt, but the words came out muffled and slurry.She pressed my face harder, smearing herself across my mouth and chin. I kept licking, fingering her, my free hand cupping one breast, pinching the nipple in between fingers, and sliding back down to grip her thigh. I moved left and right, up and down, on her pussy, shaking my head vigorously to flick her folds until she whimpered and gripped more of my hair.The speed of the vibrator on my cock didn't stop either, and the massager inside me rammed the exact angle that made his thighs shake every passing second. My eyes watered and rolled back, but I licked deeper, fucking my tongue into her the way she liked, sealing my lips around her clit and sucking, making sure I made a popping sound every time.âNnnng⊠Who do you love?â She asked another question.âYouââ I gasped against her when she let me breathe for a brief second. âI love you so fucking much, Loren.â*She's so
Shannon's POVA heavy frame was bolted to the wall; a leather swing was still folded; rows of canes and paddles were hanging in precise order on the black hanger; a steel spreader bar, a vacuum pump, a thick ring gag still in its case, a hood, and a full set of postural bondage cuffs that could lock someone into a shape and keep them there for hours; different shapes and colors of dildos; and different vibrators and suckers of tongue-shaped and lip-shaped.The toys in that corner made the inflatable sofa look like a warm-up. It waited like a promise and a threat at the same time.But she did not take me there.Instead, she stopped in the middle of the room, still holding the thin chain that linked the clamps on my nipples, and looked at me the way she used to look at men who had a long night left in them.âOn your knees.â She commanded.The prostate massager shifted inside me as my two knees touched the cold floor; a wet, helpless sound left my throat. The sleeve was still locked aro
Shannonâs POVShe dragged another chair across the floor, the four wooden legs scraping softly, and then she sat. One leg crossed over the other with the remote resting loosely in her fingers. I remain open and getting my g-spot fucked right in front of her. Sweat already ran down my temples and into my hairline; my chest rose and fell too fast. Every few seconds the massager inside me changed rhythm, the slow deep pulses pressing hard against the spot that made my toes curl, then sudden sharp bursts that forced broken sounds out of my throat. My cock kept swelling inside the tight sleeve, the ring at the base keeping every drop of cum trapped. It twitched and leaked in thin, clear strings that stretched down, staining my thighs and leather sofa. I tried to breathe through the hot pleasure; I tried to ride each wave, but her eagle eye caught everything. She simply watched and adjusted the dial whenever my body started to adapt. âMnng⊠mnmâŠâ The sounds slipped out no matter how
Shannon's POVâI knew youâd come back.â The left corner of her mouth lifted, but her eyes stayed flat. They looked like that of a hunter who had finally locked onto the animal it planned to keep for the night. I pushed myself up from the wet porch and lunged towards her before any words could form in my mouth. My arms locked around her waist, and my face pressed hard into the warm hollow of her neck. I stood on the tips of my feet so I could reach her, rainwater sliding from my hair and shirt onto her robe. I did not care at the moment; all I wanted was her only.âIâm sorry, darling. I didnât mean any of it,â I sobbed against her skin. She did not hug me back. She simply stood there and let my body shake against hers. After a few long seconds her fingers slid into the soaked hair at the back of my skull. She closed them into a fist and pulled until my face tilted up to hers. Her expression stayed calm, almost bored, yet something underneath it made my grip on her waist loosen.
Shannonâs POV I needed air. The wide side corridor looked empty enough to hide from the smiling crowd for a few minutes. I shoved the service door open and stopped dead in my tracks.Elise stood locked in a deep kiss with her makeup artist. The womanâs hands rested on Eliseâs waist like they belonged there. Neither of them noticed me at first.When Eliseâs eyes opened and found me, she didnât shove the woman away. She only eased back a little, still holding her hand."You'reâ" My voice came out thin as my eyes darted between them.I had thrown away the only person I loved for this marriage, and here is my bride kissing another woman without a single flinch of guilt.Eliseâs voice stayed soft. âYou werenât meant to walk in on that.â She glanced at the woman beside her, then back at me. âThis wedding is a cover for both of us. I thought you already knew.âThe taller woman stepped aside and looked at me like I was something stuck to the bottom of her shoe. Her lip curled just enough to







