Page 19 of A Season Of Sin

A broken moan falls from his lips.

“I’m gonna eat your ass, Kid.”

“Fuck.”

“Sweet girl, do you wanna watch?” I ask the pretty woman.

“Fuuuck.”

Gracie crawls around Jace and kneels beside me. I pull back to give her a view of his tight pucker.

“Looks yummy, doesn’t it?” I purr, and she nods, lids half-mast, chewing on her bottom lip.

“Why don’t you be my good girl, take off your pants too, and kneel beside him?” I coax gently.

“I…”

“Go on, Gracie. Take off your leggings. I wanna see your sweet, wet pussy.” Reaching between her thighs, I rub that special spot over her bottoms. It’s damp there. When the fabric sucks between her folds, I massage a little harder.

Gracie gasps my name and grabs my wrist. I can’t tell if it’s to stop me or beg for more. But it doesn’t matter, I don’t stop when she repeats my name.

“Wolf.”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I’m…”

“Nervous. I know. Here.” Scooting back from Jace, I hook my fingers into the top of Gracie’s leggings and tug them down to her knees. Then I help her into the same position beside her husband, praising her the entire time.

“You’re so beautiful. That’s it.” Tugging her leggings down the rest of the way, along with her thong, I slide them entirely off and toss them onto the couch for her to deal with later.

Sitting back on my knees, I whistle at their exposed asses right there for me to lick and fuck. Christ… this feels like a dream.

Settling behind my sweet girl, I pull her cheeks apart, exposing her tight little pink pucker and juicy, plump folds to me. That’s one of the best things about being with thick women. Their fat pussies. So juicy and beautiful. Hers is shaven clean, so I can see every inch. Her pretty little inner lips hang slightly outside the outer ones, and I groan at the sight.

Gorgeous.

“Do you love eating your wife’s pussy, Kid?” I ask Jace as I rub my greedy hands up and down Gracie’s ass.

“Yes.”

“You wanna share her pussy with me?”

“Yes.”

“What if I wanna dump my cum into her sweet cunt?”

“Oh,” Gracie gasps, and I swipe a finger through her drenched folds.

“You’re so wet for me, sweetheart.” Bringing my finger to my lips, I lick it clean.

“Fuck,” Jace grates, shifting his legs further apart like he needs my hands on him, but I’m not ready yet. Give it time.

“You want your wife wet for me, Kid?” I torment, knowing this must get him just as hard as it’s making me. I reach down and grip my erection. It won’t take long for me to blow today.

“Yes. Sir.”

“You want her to sit on my cock while you watch?”