“Fuck, little one,” Caleb says.
“Does she feel good being so deep inside you?” I ask.
His fingers grip the cover, and I know how much self-restraint it’s taking for him to not switch places.
“Yes,” he replies on a deep groan.
I lower my other hand down the seam of Jessica’s arse, my thumb pressing against her arsehole, and she gushes around me, pulling a deep groan from me.
“Fuck, you love it, don’t you? Our filthy little wife.”
She whimpers something as she sinks deeper onto my shaft. I quickly slide my hand between her thighs and pull out, allowing her juices to coat my fingers before guiding her back and pressing them to her puckered hole.
“You want me to finger fuck your arse too?” I ask Jessica.
She is panting now as I press my finger past the small ring of muscle. She clenches around me as I push intothe firstknuckle.
“More.” She groans.
I chuckle. “Such a greedy girl. Keep working him, sweet girl and I’ll reward you. Caleb, do not come, I want to be fucking you when you do,” I demand.
He glances back at me over his shoulder, his eyebrow arched.
“Shall we see if we can push him over the edge, Jessica?” I taunt.
She groans as I thrust up harder into her, my finger sinking to the second knuckle. I feel her body shaking. Her tight cunt squeezing my dick like a viper.
It’s a challenge, one he’ll no doubt win. If anyone can stave off an orgasm, it’s this man, but it doesn’t stop me from pushing. There’s only been a few occasions.
“Jessica, do you want me to make you come and then you can watch me fuck Caleb until he comes?”
Her entire body tenses and I know my words are like a trigger as she begins to writhe, sinking onto me with abandon. Caleb grunts as her finger no doubt continues to tease his prostate, and I wonder if he’ll make it until she comes apart for me. But he’s a stubborn bastard and I know how much he wants to please ustonight. He raises his body, resting on a palm as he reaches for his dick, no doubt to squeeze it at the base.
“Are you close?” I ask the question for both of them as I begin to fuck Jessica harder.
“Yes,” she mewls. Caleb lets out a guttural moan and if I wasn’t so determined to make Jessica come, I’d chuckle. But truth is, I’m also trying to hold off my own release, because I’m nowhere near finished yet.
“That’s it, wife, come all over my cock and then you can watch as I fuck our husband.”
Saying wife and husband in the same sentence makes my chest preen with pride. Fuck, they’re mine and I am theirs.
Chapter Forty-One
CALEB
Fuck me, having Jessica’s fingers inside me as Noah fucks her is hypnotising. The only thing that would make it better would be some mirrors so I can watch. Or maybe next time, and there will be a next time, we should set up a camera and film it so we can all watch it back together.
“Oh, Noah, I’m so close,” Jessica mewls as she circles her fingers just so. I groan, gritting my jaw.
Noah grunts. “Then fucking come for me, Wife.”
I have to squeeze myself at the base of my dick to stave off the urge to come all over my hand. His words and her sounds of undiluted pleasure, as she finger-fucks my arse, are an aphrodisiac. I pride myself on my control, but I can’t deny how this is turning me the hell on.
I can feel her tremble as her orgasm crests and she falls off the ledge, her fingers hitting me deep before she collapses on top of my back.
The heat from her ragged breaths skate across my skin and my body breaks out in goosebumps.
“Up, sweet girl,” Noah says, and I feel her heat leave me and the hushed sound of him whispering before I feel her slowly pulling her fingers free.
