“I do, Bunny.” He rarely said that name in front of other people. For him to say it now meant he really didn’t consider Caden as a human entity. He was a tool, indeed. A tool drilling his wife. “I love watching you with other men, especially if they make you look like this.”
“Like what?”
He bared his teeth in a wide, menacing smile. “Like a sex drunk harlot who can’t say no to any cock who comes her way. You’re mine, Bunny, but that doesn’t mean I want to be your only one. Know what I mean?”
She did, and she didn’t. But she couldn’t think too hard about it. Caden fucked her, nearly raw, pulling out long enough to let her get all wet again before slamming back into her. She screamed to feel him leave her and then fill her again.
All Lana cared about now was pleasing her husband. Visually pleasing. Emotionally pleasing. She existed to be his one and only, even if he wanted nothing to do with her right now. Come back to me, baby. Her words evaporated from her throat as she braced herself against Caden’s fucking,
“Ken,” she whined, forcing her head up so she could see her husband’s face. “Am I pleasing you?”
“Yes, Bunny. You’re pleasing me very much.”
Relief flooded her as orgasm began to claim her. The man hadn’t even touched her clit, and the size of him alone was enough to make her come already.
“Do you think I’m pretty?”
The only sounds in the room were the squeak of the bed, the grunts in Caden’s throat, and his cock taking Lana. Skin on skin had never sounded so intoxicating.
“You’re gorgeous, Lana.”
She almost sobbed into the bed.
“Come for me, baby. Come on that man’s cock.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. Before Lana could process he thinks I’m beautiful and he loves me climax was overtaking her, expanding in her veins, heating her skin, and turning her into a crazed woman who only cared about one thing.
Her cries of pleasure echoed in the room. Her inner walls refused to let Caden leave her, holding him within her as she began to milk the seed from his body.
“Holy shit,” he muttered. “You’re so tight, Mistress.”
He had no idea yet.
Caden’s orgasm took Lana to a new height of desire. I’m going to… She didn’t know what. Die? Maybe. Come again? Definitely. Just as her first orgasm abated, a new one began, ripping through her body, making her writhe, and nearly sending her over the edge of the bed.
“Fuck me!” Lana cried. “Fuck me and come!”
She felt the heat, but she didn’t feel the seed. Ripples of Caden’s orgasm passed to her, the man containing his groans to mere whispers. He pushed her into the bed, holding up her skirt, pushing his hand against her ass, and stilling his cock deep within her as he emptied himself in front of Lana’s voyeuristic husband.
“Good,’ Ken said. “That’s exactly what I wanted to see.”
Lana crashed from her high as quickly as she ascended it. Worn out and used up, she collapsed onto the bed, her aching legs pulling to the side as she gingerly closed her thighs. A certain soreness took her over… but she was so relieved to hear her husband’s words that she didn’t even pay it any mind.
As she stayed in her fuzzy, post-coital reverie, she heard Ken’s voice say something curt to Caden. The man got off the bed. By the time Lana returned to her senses, she and Ken were alone in their borrowed room.
Her husband sat on the edge of the bed, stroking the errant hairs falling out of Lana’s tight bun. She gravitated to his after care, putting all her love, trust, and need into him as she crawled into his lap and moaned in relief.
“You were terrific, Bunny,” he said gently, massaging the back of her neck and stroking the length of her spine. “I hope you’re not in too much pain. Need me to do anything?”
She wrapped her arms beneath her head, content to live in his lap. “Just be right here.”
Ken sat, rubbing her back, her shoulders, and cupping the back of her head with his hand. For a while, neither of them said anything. Why would they have to when they were perfectly capable of saying everything that needed to be said with their body language and heavy breaths?