Page 17 of A Season Of Sin

My wife nods, drunk and completely under his spell, as she complies. Wolf steps up to me, eye to eye, chest to chest, cock to cock. He presses his erection against mine, and I shudder.

“Hmmmm… Someone is nice and hard for me, huh, Kid?”

I don’t reply. My fists open and close at my sides, since I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, or what to say, or… Fuck knows what…

Wolf winks and shoves his scruffy face between my pecs. He cups the side of them and groans as he licks the strip of skin between them…. And I damn near pass out.

Because this is real.

He’s really touching me.

I’ve dreamed about this moment for years.

Years and years, and it’s happening.

And I…

A long moan pours from my lips as he sucks my nipple. Just like that, he takes it into his mouth and sucks hard, so fuckin’ hard my toes curl and my balls draw tight.

Finished setting her cameras up, Gracie joins us, and she’s all hot and flustered when she sees Wolf sucking me. When he reaches down and cups my bulge, my legs almost give out.

Gracie fans her face and squeezes her legs together as she watches us.

The firm hand on my crotch squeezes, and I have to grab on to Wolf to keep from losing my balance.

“Fuck,” I groan.

Gracie floats closer, pressing into my side, and I dip my head to sip her lips as Wolf jacks my cock through the fabric of my bottoms that are already soaked in precum.

Pulling from my pec with a raspy, sexually charged gasp, Wolf moves from me to Gracie, who moans into our kiss as he sucks one of her nipples into his mouth.

“Oh,” she cries out, and I step away to give him room to work her over.

It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life—his lips formed around her bud, pressing into the pillows of her massive tits. As Wolf works my wife, I assemble our nine-foot tree in the corner beside the fireplace. It doesn’t take long. Four layers, all stacked on top of each other.

Once I’m done, I join them and take Gracie’s other nipple into my mouth.

She shivers and moans as we suckle her. Damn, she tastes good.

Wolf’s hot breath wafts over my cheek as he nudges his head to mine and flicks out his tongue to share Gracie’s peak with him. It lashes the side of my lip, and I ease off enough to swirl the rosy tip together. As his tongue swirls with mine, the wildest group of butterflies wreaks havoc in my chest as my heart pumps a million beats a minute.

Before I know it, I’ve got Wolf’s mouth on mine.

His tongue plunges inside, staking claim, and I have to do everything within my power to keep breathing, to try and kiss him back. His hands are everywhere—on my chest and my cock, on my ass, and in my hair, where he grabs a fistful and yanks my mouth from his. “You taste fuckin’ delicious, Kid,” he groans, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth.

I gasp as the bite burns, but I want more.

I need more.

I need to kiss him as much as I need air.

Diving for his lips, Wolf chuckles darkly, and the sound shoots straight to my groin. His hold on my hair gets tighter. “Not so fast, Kid.”

I pant.

“Please kiss him,” Gracie begs for me.

Yes.