Hitched (Steele Ranch 4)

“You’re…you’re still hard,” I commented. King’s cock was a ruddy red, coated in a thick layer of our mixed cum.

He grinned. His face was relaxed, his eyes sated. “Princess, this isn’t going down anytime soon. It’s Wilder’s turn, but don’t worry, this dick won’t be neglected. It’ll be back in that perfect pussy soon enough.”

I knew those words weren’t a boast, they were a promise.

“Hands and knees, princess,” Wilder said, his voice deep. Eager. “My turn.”

When that big cock slid into me, I knew I wasn’t going to be neglected either.

11

KING

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Three days. We didn’t let her out of my house for that long. She also hadn’t worn clothes in that time either. Well, she’d worn some lacy lingerie and racy kink-wear Wilder had gone out to pick up at the adult store. He liked to pick out shit like that. I liked to take shit like that off her. And to enjoy seeing Sarah in it first.

Crotchless panties. Red satin. Bustiers and corsets. Nipple chains and vibrators. It was all money well spent. And Sarah had accepted it all, done everything we’d asked of her beautifully. Oh, her ass had been spanked several times—she was too sassy on occasion and she wasn’t too thrilled about a vibrating butt plug with a remote control—but otherwise, she’d submitted. And hadn’t once said red.

She’d pretty much had a dick in her while she was awake. Mine was still hard. Three fuck-filled days later.

Wilder had had to return to work this morning, so had Sarah. Cricket and Penny had been helpful and filled in for Sarah at the library—Kady couldn’t take off from the school—their wedding gift to us so we could have those few days as a pseudo-honeymoon. But even though Sarah was back at the library full-time didn’t mean I couldn’t see her. Fortunately, I was my own boss and the small building was quiet when I stopped in. I’d intentionally picked after lunch to see my girl; any school group visit would have happened first thing in the morning and the moms with little kids were back home for nap time.

I’d walked through the doors fifteen minutes ago, stamped my feet on the mat to get the loose snow free. The action had had Sarah looking up from her seat behind the main check-out desk and smiling. She looked fucking hot as a librarian. Her dark hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, her white blouse crisply ironed and buttoned almost all the way to her neck. I remembered how that blouse had been worn last Saturday night, tied at the bottom to hold it closed to cover that slutty bustier.

Yeah, beneath that prim veneer, my girl was a slut for me. A submissive, eager little slut. And she loved it.

And I loved her.

She’d stood as I came over to her, the original wood counter separating us. The library was one of the original Carnegie buildings. Not much had been updated over the years besides carpeting, electric so the building didn’t catch fire and so there was internet for computers, as well as the vintage furnace being modernized. I liked it old. I’d come here as a kid with my mom and it really hadn’t changed at all. Of course, at the time I’d never imagined I’d be married to the librarian.

And as a teenager, I’d never imagined I’d crook my finger and lead that same librarian into the back room to pull the bigger sized butt plug Wilder had put in her ass this very morning and then fucking her. There.

After locking the door, I’d bent her over her small desk, tossed up her skirt and carefully slid the plug from her. Between the plugs and her first ass fucking the night before, her hole was becoming accustomed to being used. This time, when I’d slid in, she’d known to relax and breathe, to allow the lube I’d tucked into my coat pocket and liberally coated her with to do its job.

“Quiet, princess. You don’t want anyone to know you’re getting your ass fucked.”

She whimpered then and her ass clenched down.

“Fuck,” I whispered. She was too tight for me to last and I played with her clit just as she liked to get her off, the clenching and releasing as she came destroyed any ability I could to make it last and I shot her full of my cum. “I can’t wait when Wilder and I take you together. I’ll be nice and deep in your ass, just like this with Wilder cramming that pussy full.”

My hand slapped onto the wooden desk beside her as my balls emptied. The thought of us finally claiming Sarah together destroyed me. It would be the ultimate submission.

She stiffened when the bell over the entry door rang.

Carefully and slowly, I pulled from her, watched as some of my cum slipped out after. Grabbing the plug, I coated it with more lube and worked it back into her. Patting her butt, I smoothed her skirt back down, then helped her to stand.

“The plug will keep all that cum in. I wouldn’t want the town librarian to have all that sliding down her thighs while she’s shelving books.”

I grinned at her sated and slightly dazed expression. She might have just come, but I knew she wasn’t truly sated. One quickie wouldn’t do it for my girl. And the dirty words and plug would keep her hot all day. She’d be jumping me as soon as she got home.

“You’ve got someone out there,” I thumbed over my shoulder. “And I’ve got chores to do. Wilder will be by at closing time to get you.”

I leaned down, gave her a kiss. Realized she had yet to say a word since I arrived. “Be ready, princess. Wilder’s going to want you as much as me.”

I gave her another kiss. “Love you.”

She smiled, slid her hand over her hair. “I love you, too.”