Page 108 of Relentless
She moans in a way I’ve never heard before, but hell if it doesn’t make my dick jerk in excitement. It might be him making her feel good, but it doesn’t matter. I’m here too.
All three of us…
I squeeze my eyes closed, unable to process that thought and instead, I focus on feeling. It seems like the easiest of the many options facing me right now.
JD finds her lips and I’m forced to listen as they make out.
Unable to just lie here grinding against her like a horny teenager, my hand jerks out, my fingers wrapping around her hip, holding her back against me. The warmth of her skin burns my palm, letting me know the tank and her panties are gone, leaving her exposed.
The moan that rumbles in her throat when we connect is the best fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
Her body stills as she realizes what’s happening, but before she can turn to look at me, JD captures her chin and forces her to look at him instead.
“Be a good girl, Dove,” he murmurs, making her entire body sink into the mattress.
She loved that.
No. Sheneededthat.
The realization that there’s so much I don’t know about my wife hurts like a bitch. But I know I’ve only got myself to blame.
“Fuck, that feels good.” He groans.
My eyes pop open again, but this time, all I’m greeted with is Alana’s messy blonde hair.
Tightening my grip on her hip, I grind into her harder, leaving her under no illusion that I’m awake.
“Oh fuck.” She groans. “Yes. Mav, fuck.”
Sweet fucking Jesus. I nearly come then and there, just hearing her moan my name.
Best fucking sound ever.
“Christ, baby. You just gushed all over my fingers. You like that, huh? My dick in your hand, my fingers inside your cunt and Mav grinding against you from behind.”
I swallow thickly as my mind conjures up a very vivid image of what we must look like.
“Yes, yes.”
“I bet you’d look so beautiful taking both our dicks.”
“Oh God.” She gasps, spreading her thighs and hooking one leg over mine, giving JD better access.
My fingers itch to feel what he’s feeling, to understand how wet she is and how badly she needs this.
But I don’t.
Instead, I do exactly what I probably shouldn’t. I grip onto her hip tight and use her in a way I said I never would.
For pleasure.
As if she can sense where my head is at, the warmth of her palm lands on the back of my hands and she squeezes encouragingly.
“I want you,” she half moans, half begs. “Stop thinking.”
Her grip tightens and she tugs, leaving me no choice but to let her guide my hand up the soft skin of her stomach and all the way to her breast.
Oh shit.