He nipped at her neck as she rocked her hips back toward him, flexing around his cock as she prayed for him to get hard again, faster.
“You wanted them, didn’t you?” He cupped her ass and pulled her back against him.
She nodded, heat spreading across her body. “They’re too young, Austin.”
“They are nineteen, Love. You are not even a decade their senior. But their age did not stop you from fantasizing about them either, did it?”
She shook her head, her hair sticking to his sweat-slicked skin.
“Tell me.”
“I…” She’d learned that there was no place for embarrassment in their relationship. She’d gotten stronger, more confident, he’d helped her find her voice so she could tell him outright what she wanted.
More than that, he needed her to. He got off on hearing her tell him what she wanted to try, what she needed from him.
“I… I wanted them to spit roast me while you stroke your dick and watched.”
His cock stirred inside her and she clenched around him again. His fingers had been caressing her breasts and drawing circles on her skin, but he moved his hands and gave her tits a sharp slap.
She moaned. “Again, please. It has been so long since you painted my chest with bruises.”
The growl against her back rumbled through her bones. “Tell me more about your threesome, Love. You know I could make it happen if you’d like. I am sure the brothers would be more than eager to play with you.”
Would she ever get used to his unending desire to give her everything she needed?
“I…”
His fingers brushed against her swollen, pulsing clit. “You know there is nothing I love more than seeing your needs satisfied in the bedroom, Mackenzie.” He thrust into her twice making her cry out.
“Would you fuck me with them? Fill all my holes?”
His hand skimmed up the center of her stomach, skated over her chest, and curled around the front of her throat. His breath tickled her ear. “I would love to.”
