“Even when it’s not a rod, baby.”
Sure.
“Fuck,” Caden groaned, his hips thrusting slightly upward as Lana attempted to take more of his thick girth into her mouth. “I mean… forgive me, Mistress.”
“She’s busy,” Ken barked. “Be quiet.”
Be still, my loins. Even when she was also in charge, she could never get enough of Ken’s Dom voice. It made her bolder, opening her mouth to take in as much as she could.
It hurt. It was uncomfortable. But it was so hot that she knew she didn’t want to do anything else right now.
“That’s right, baby. Take that man’s cock.”
Oh, she would. She could only go down halfway, but by then Caden had filled her mouth and half her throat. This is so ridiculous. Her hand wrapped around the base of the man’s shaft, squeezing, stroking, trying to get him to the point of coming but not quite. He better not blow his load before I fuck him…
Before she could do that, she had to make sure she was wet enough. As she sucked, stroked, and pushed her body to strange limits, Lana reached between her legs and tested her current state of arousal. It had begun, but was nowhere near where it needed to be.
Ken must have noticed this as well, for he said, “You are so hot, Lana. When they say the word maneater, they are talking about you, in every sense of it.”
His deep voice sent liquid down her fingers. Lana pressed one into her slit, touching her clit and feeling shivers take her over. She sent her husband, still sitting as if he were the most disinterested man in the world, a glare that would hopefully encourage him to continue.
“How did I get so lucky having a woman like you for my wife? It’s ridiculous how perfect you are for me. Not only are you absolutely stunning, but you share all of my appetites. You’re strong, you’re resilient, you don’t take any shit when it’s flung at you. Watching you scare men into submission, literally and figuratively, is the hottest thing alive. Whether I’m letting you on top of me or slamming my cock into you from behind, all I can think about is how much I love you and want to do this forever.”
She believed him. That belief not only made her quiver from head to toe, but it made her lift her lips from Caden and say, “Do you wanna take me right now, Kenneth? While I devour this huge cock?”
“Do I? Yes. Fuck, yes. I want to pull you onto my cock while you suck that guy’s. I want to see that pretty black outfit and blond hair in the most exquisite spit roast in the world. We’d live like kings.”
Lana laughed. Caden wasn’t laughing. He was leaning back, dying from the oral stimulation his Mistress provided.
“Except I won’t right now. Because I want you a very specific way before I take you. I want to see that stranger you barely know fuck you wide open. I want to see the sweet agony on your face as you struggle to take that ridiculous thing.”
Why am I so wet? Normally this kind of banter didn’t get her this wet. Not as much as performing for her husband did. Yet there was something in Ken’s voice, in his words and mannerisms – or lack thereof – that made her so damn hot that she could barely control herself. She wanted to slip one, two fingers into her body, fucking herself until she came, moaning uncontrollably on this man. Not very practical, however. Especially when she had other things to accomplish that night.
That still didn’t explain why she felt the way she did.
Because he’s dominating me. That realization settled in like a plague in her mind. She may be controlling Caden, but Ken was controlling her. This was his scenario. His fantasy.
This all played into the mind games he orchestrated.
He wanted to see his wife, Lana, be debased and God knew what else with this total stranger with a huge dick she couldn’t take on most nights, let alone tonight.
He wanted to hear her cry out in pleasure, in pain. He wanted to watch her go to another plane of existence, with or without him. For the love of all that was good and pure, Ken Andrews wanted to watch his wife get fucked, not fuck!
There was a difference. A difference Lana was apparently more than ready to play into as she felt arousal drip down her fingers. She was as ready as she was going to get.