Page 33 of Southpaw Slots
Watching her swallow his cock farther down her throat, his hips jutting into her face while he strokesher hair, does something to me. It makes me harder. “You’re so fucking sexy doing that, vix. You look so fucking hot swallowing his cock,” I manage to get out, but my voice is strained with neediness.
“Yeah, empress is taking a dick in her ass and down her throat. What a good girl… My needy wife has to have two cocks to satisfy her, doesn’t she?”
When she moans an affirmative reply around his thick dick, he grips her head tighter and shoves in deeply. “Fuck, take it, sugar lips. Suck me off and swallow everything down.” His lower abs dip, and I know he’s going to blow, and when he growls while holding her against his waist, I come so hard, I grit out a string of curses while staring at the two of them.
Catching my breath, I notice he’s looking at where we’re joined, too.
My cum oozes from between her cheeks and onto the bedding when I slip out of her. Sitting up, her eyes dazzle me in my post-orgasm high, their shade catching fire in the sunlight. Leaning forward, I press my lips to hers and she parts them for me, only to scoop her tongue in my mouth and shovel his salty spunk inside. I’m too far gone to react with disgust and just lick it from her, then swallow the full load. Backing up, she whispers on my lips, “Good boy.”
Then she’s pulled back into Ace’s bare chest as he flops on the bed, spooning her. Easing myself under the sheet with them, I lie down in front, brushing her hair out of her face, and placing a hand on her hip.
I can’t see him, but Ace says, “How’d I taste, wild card?”
“Like an asshole.”
He snorts. “You’d know.”
And somewhere in there, we all fall asleep.
Together.
TEN
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Before my mind even senses she’s gone, my body knows it. Pulse hammering in my neck, I sit up, gasping for air while clutching my throat. My lungs feel tight, squeezing the breath from my chest. Across the large mattress, that douche squints one green eye open at my rising panic. Oddly, knowing he’s there makes the shaking in my hands stop. It gets easier to breathe and the air comes rushing past my lips.
I look around the room, rubbing my hair back into place, but don’t see Arianna anywhere. A peek across to the bathroom shows the lights off. “Where’s my wife?”
Wyatt sits up on his elbows and rubs a palm over his face. “I don’t know. You just woke me up.”
Slipping off the bed, I slide into some sweatpants, and as if he’s going to beat me to it, the wild card jumpsup and tugs on his jeans, tucking in that fucking pierced cock he has. Noticing me eyeing it, he smirks. “Like what you see, maverick?”
“No. Just feel sorry for a dude who has to put jewelry on his dick to entice women to want it.” With a shrug, I head out the door and he follows closely behind.
“Believe me, she wanted it without even seeing it the first time.”
My pace quickens as I hit the stairs, but he keeps step with me. “Thefirst time? Wanda, I just had her for her actual first time.” Both of us are at a slight jog, but I know where I’m going. Punching an elbow into his ribs, I take off in a sprint once I hit the bottom step and make a dash for the dining area, but she’s not there. The sound of metal clanging and ceramic sliding filters through the large hall to the kitchen and I aim that way. Before I can, though, Wyatt shoves my shoulders back, slowing me down so he gets ahead.
I’ve had it at this point. This fuck isnotabout to beat me in my own house. Grabbing his waist, I sling him behind me, but he grips me tighter into a headlock. Throwing my arm around his neck, we both stumble forward, landing on our faces on the marble floor in the kitchen where the empress peers down at us with her dark eyebrows raised.
“Um…good morning?” Arianna says like it’s a question, looking fuckingradiantin a little white sundress.
The chef eyes us but tries to keep his focus on cooking.
“Ari, what are you doing?” Wyatt shovesmeoff him like I was the one who caused us to fall.
“He started it,” I tell her, pointing to him after I stand and brush off my pants. Giving me a narrow-eyed smile, she skirts around the center island and places her lips to my cheek, then takes his hand and does the same.
“I was making pancakes for my boys.” Nodding to the chef, she says, “With some help. Come on, let’s sit down.” She takes my hand with her other one and leads us together to the dining room. Like we’re fucking dogs she’s taking on a walk together, trying to make us get along. As we near the dining table, I jet forward and pull out her chair for her, giving a half smile, then lower my brow at Wyatt behind her. He lifts his upper lip at me without her seeing.
Taking the seat next to her, Wyatt tosses his arm around the back of her chair as the chef brings in pancakes, bacon, eggs, and drinks for us.
I brush Wyatt’s arm off and place mine on the chair, digging into a plate of eggs. “How’d you sleep, empress?”
“You fucking talk with your mouth full? I thought rich pricks had manners,” the tool says.
“Listen. We need to discuss some rules,” Arianna interrupts him before I can say something back.