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“From the kitchen table, there’s a perfect view of the bed through the bedroom door.”
“You were watching us? Last night?”
“When Maddie was packing, then you distracted her with your dick? Oh, yeah. While I was cutting up Shultz, I was watching every second of you fucking her and of her riding you this morning. Is it just me or did she look surprised to get off both times during sex?”
Rather than answer me, Jordan simply says, “Show me.”
I grin from ear to ear in anticipation. “First things first, the homophobic pervert is going to come over and watch us.”
Rolling the asshole over, I grab the rope between his wrists and ankles to drag him over next to the bedroom doorway, then put him on his side so he’s facing us.
“Stay,” I warn him with a finger like he’s a dog.
Once I’m certain he’s not going to move, I pull out my cell phone to make the connection while undoing the belt on my pants and removing my dress shirt since I prefer to be naked whenever possible, especially for torturous sex to make my prisoners even more uncomfortable.
The screen soon broadcasts the small living room where Maddie is sitting with her back against the front door, head hanging, face in her hands as if she’s crying.
Oh hell no.
Even without sound, watching her cry is making me go limp, and we can’t have that. I need to come in her fake husband’s mouth so damn bad.
So, I cheat, just a little.
Jordan doesn’t have a clue what time it is, so I just rewind the video until when Madison walks through the apartment door, after she runs to the bathroom, and right when she starts pacing with Dante’s gun in her hand, chewing her thumb nail nervously.
Figuring it’s safe enough to turn the volume on, I do it and hear her phone ringing.
“Not again, Josie,” Madison says softly. Then she stares up at the ceiling, “Please don’t let him kill him, please…”
“Did you hear that? She’s getting worried I’ve already killed you,” I tell her biker boy as I hold up the screen for him to see. “Time to pay up.”
“As long as you keep the stream going,” Jordan agrees, his amber eyes all sad and shit, like I give a fuck. “Aren’t you going to warn me not to bite it off or you’ll kill me?”
“Nope,” I say as I toe off my shoes, then remove my pants and socks so I’m completely naked, just like Jordan and our hogtied friend. Climbing up over him on the table, I kneel at his head, straddling his face. Holding the phone up in my right hand, I stroke my dick in my left and rub my head over his pouty lips. “I enjoy pain so bite me all you want. Too much pain or not enough sucking though, and I’ll turn the phone off.”
Without further conversation, Jordan opens his mouth wide enough for me to slide right on inside. His teeth glide over my shaft, but he doesn’t bite down as I lean forward to thrust down his throat. He gags, eyes bulging and watering, wrists pulling on the chains, but I don’t let up just yet. When I finally pull back a little to make it last longer, I ask him, “First time having your throat fucked?”
His hum sounds pained as his eyes cut to the phone in my right hand, as if reminding himself why the fuck he agreed to this.
“Did you think I would go easy on you?” I ask before I slam deep again and again.
Between the sounds of him gagging, the pervert’s growing sobs, and the sight of Maddie strutting around the apartment in just a tee, panties and a gun, I’m in fucking heaven.
I want to draw it out, but it’s too good. And I know it won’t be long before we get to the crying portion of Maddie’s night.
I glance over my shoulder to see if Jordan’s dick is getting hard, but it’s still flaccid. Guess he’s not enjoying having me shoved down his throat, but he agreed to do it anyway just to see the woman he loves for a few minutes. His eyes are glued to the phone in my raised hand.
God, that’s so fucking pathetic, and… hot. No telling what he would do for her; or her for him. I can’t wait to find out.
Sweat beads on my forehead as I lose myself in the pleasure of plunging in and out of a man’s warm wet virgin mouth. Jordan may not be actively sucking on me like he wants me in his mouth, but the heat of his tongue on the underside of my cock is all I really need to feel. Definitely better than an eye socket.
My fisted left-hand slams into the wall of the camper above Jordan’s head hard enough to shake the damn thing as my balls draw up tight to my body.
“Won’t be long now, baby boy,” I warn him. “Are you ready to swallow?”
Now he tears his gaze from the phone to stare up at my face, something like panic in his eyes.
With a chuckle, I ask him, “Where did you think I was going to come?”
