Page 20 of A Season Of Sin

“Yes,” he croaks and humps the air.

“Well. That’s nice, but I think I need to eat your ass first, don’t you?”

Lightly spanking Gracie’s bottom, I address her. “Crawl in front of Jace, will you, sweet girl? Let him eat you while I eat him. It’s the least he can do for being such a needy bottom.”

Another one of those hot, broken noises leaks out of Jace as Gracie does as she’s told. I kneel behind him, spread his cheeks again, and dive in for a real taste. Spearing Jace on my tongue is transcendent. It’s addictive. I groan as I eat him, like this is my last meal. Slurping and sucking, I devour him, and Jace shakes. His poor, rock-hard cock, pointing down at the floor, pours a continuous stream of precum onto the carpet.

Gracie moans as Jace does his duty as a good husband, and when she comes, it’s music to my ears.

But I don’t stop.

Not when Jace’s entire body tightens.

Or when he cries out.

Not when he shoves his hips back, trying to impale his softening hole on my tongue.

I do what I please for as long as I please.

When he grabs for his dick to jack off, I slap his hand away, and then I slap his ass hard. My handprint raises, all five digits perfectly discernible across his pale flesh.

“Don’t you touch your cock again,” I snarl, my lips grazing his hole.

Jace whines.

Fucking whines.

And it’s beautiful.

Watching him come apart strand by strand.

Gracie joins me once she’s gotten her fill, and at my side, she watches me turn her husband inside out, giving him the best rim job, the best tongue fuck of his life.

Once he’s a sweaty, sobbing, needy mess, then and only then do I flip him over onto his back. He stares up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly, writhing on the floor. His cock is coated in precum, his lips chewed up, and he’s breathing like he just ran a marathon.

I slot myself between his thighs and rest them on either side of me.

He stares down.

“Wolf,” he croaks.

I run my hands up and down his thick, hairy thighs. “Tell me what you want.”

“You. Please.” Tears glisten in his eyes as his entire body vibrates, overtaken with pleasure-infused endorphins.

He’s stunning.

I put my palm out for Gracie. “Give me your hand, sweetheart.”

She complies, and I force two of her fingers together and use them to probe his soft, back door. Around and around, I use her to please him, and when I know he’s ready, I slip her digits inside.

Jace’s eyes roll into the back of his head. “Fuck.”

“Finger him, sweet girl, nice and slow,” I encourage, and she does. In and out, Gracie preps her husband’s ass.

Standing, I undo my pants and remove them so we’re all naked. They both watch as I do, getting an eyeful of all of me.

When I’m ready, I straddle Jace’s thick chest, cup the back of his head, and feed him my cock. Warm, wet heat envelops my head as he sucks down the precum before letting me thrust just a bit deeper. Not too much, since I don’t want to choke him. We’ll work up to that, in time, if he wants to. ‘Cause I do.