Page 36 of An Earl, His Valet, & Their Wife

Michael made a sound of helpless lust. “May I fuck my wife, sir?”

Gerard nodded, helping Michael up onto the bed so he knelt behind Katie, his cock poised at her dripping entrance. “Now, my lord. A slow, careful entry is required here. Let Katie become accustomed tae your cock as well as the dildo, a few back and forths should be enough. Then you’ll hold her hips firmly as ye advance and retreat. Aye, she is a minx who’ll want tae buck and writhe as her sweet cunt is stuffed full, but dinnae allow it. Force her ladyship to take every inch o’ ye.”

“Yes, sir,” said Michael, with so much love in his eyes that Gerard’s heart clenched. What had he done to deserve such a treasure?

Gerard lightly stroked his earl’s back. “Then begin.”

* * *

For the whole of his adult life, Michael had been called sweet. Kind. A gentleman. And yet kneeling on this bed, with Gerry’s taste in his mouth and the scent of Katherine’s pussy perfuming the air…he felt positively barbaric. Like a conquering warrior of old who stalked from battlefield to great hall and commenced an orgy in front of the fireplace.

The first time, siring an heir had been a duty. A necessary task to secure the line. But now, he wanted to breed his wife. To come inside Katherine again and again until she grew round with his child. The babe would be fortunate, growing up with two fathers and a mother who would love it dearly. Would his son or daughter have brown hair or blond? Blue eyes or some other shade? What would they name him or her?

A sharp nip to the neck jolted him back to the present.

“I said begin, my lord,” said Gerry in his ear. “Fill that burning hot cunt. After ye do, I have a special surprise planned.”

Michael moaned in desperation. Gerry had trained him well in the hedonistic art of orgasm denial, and he prided himself on his ability to wait, to straddle that razor-thin edge of agony and ecstasy and not come without his valet’s permission. Yet today he wasn’t sure if he could be obedient. Despite the fact that Katherine had teased him and should be made to beg in retaliation, his cock had one goal: to flood her pussy with seed as soon as humanly possible.

“Are you ready?” he asked hoarsely, caressing his wife’s perfect backside.

“Hurry, Michael,” she replied, slapping the quilt. “Give me what I want. Give me a baby.”

He sucked in a breath. “I will, my lady. My Katherine.”

The urge to plunge inside her wet, eager pussy was overwhelming. Somehow, he retained just enough control to enter Katherine slowly as instructed, to allow her to become used to both dildo and cock.

His wife cried out. “Can you feel that? You’re pressing against…oh God, you’re pressing against the dildo and I’m so full and it’s too much. Is it too much? I don’t know. I don’t know…”

His head swimming with lust, Michael gripped her hips and surged deeper, until his balls rested against her satiny flesh. Katherine was completely correct; the sensation of hard cock lodged in tight pussy whilst being stimulated by the unyielding dildo was too much. Gloriously so.

And yet moments later, everything became narrower, hotter, and so much more intense when oil-slick fingers penetrated his backside.

“Gerry,” he gasped. “Are you…are you going to…”

His master caressed him. “Aye. I dinnae think I had any seed left after ye sucked me dry, but I was wrong. So I’m going tae fuck ye while ye fuck Katie. We’ll thrust as one, mo chridhe. Get our woman pregnant together.”

Katherine whimpered, her pussy clenching around Michael’s cock. “Do it. Please.”

His heart thundering, his limbs actually trembling with the effort, Michael paused while his valet prepared him. Then Gerry’s rampant, oil-slicked cock penetrated his backside. Stretching it. Owning it.

Michael closed his eyes briefly, swept away at the twin ecstasies of penetrating his wife and being penetrated by his lover. Surely no man could survive such pleasure; he’d actually lost the ability to form words. Yet Gerry seemed to understand, crooning nonsense in his ear and expertly maneuvering him until his hips understood the rhythm and slowly, carefully began to withdraw from Katherine before thrusting back in.

All three groaned.

“I can feel you both,” said Katherine huskily, falling onto her elbows as she shamelessly tilted her hips, trying to push back harder against him. “I swear it.”

“Good,” grunted Gerry. “Brace yourself, sweetling. We’ll fuck ye properly now.”

An uncompromising thrust into his backside shoved Michael’s hips forward, sending his cock brutally deep into Katherine’s pussy. She cried out, writhing on the quilt, and a feral sound escaped Michael’s mouth as he and Gerry moved as one to father a child. Back. Forth. Back. Forth. But something so powerful could only last so long. Soon Michael’s movements became jerky, his thrusts shallower, his grip on Katherine’s hips even harsher as his seed rose up, overcoming his will to spurt and spurt deep into her welcoming sheath.

“Yes,” he shouted, as by some miracle Katherine’s pussy spasmed around his cock and she screamed as she came. “Oh Christ, yes.”

Then Michael bucked as Gerry rammed deep, roaring as he released his seed into Michael’s backside. Moments later, all three tumbled onto the bed, exhausted by their combined efforts.

When Gerry gently withdrew, Michael shuddered as seed trickled down the back of his thigh, a sticky, earth-scented mark of ownership. Then he carefully dislodged his cock and the dildo from Katherine. Her flesh was dark pink and swollen, dripping with seed. He really had drained himself dry.

“My lady?” he said softly, mustering his last remaining strength to press a kiss to her shoulder. “Are you well?”