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With each thrust, her voice gets higher and higher. Her nails clawing at my back. My lips on hers.

“Good girl,” I grunt. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

I keep her right on the edge, sinking my teeth into her neck as her pussy grips my cock.

“I’m gonna come inside you, and then you’re going to sit on my face and watch me fuck Saint while I clean you up.”

Her moans turn to screams as she clings onto me for dear life. And I don’t let up. My girl wanted it hard, and that’s exactly what she’s getting.

Her climax erupts, her body shattering beneath me, and I can’t hold back. I spill inside her, moaning out her name until my lungs burn.

She sets a fire inside me that no one else could ever put out.

Resting my forehead against hers, I close my eyes and breathe her in. She cups my face, rubbing my jaw. “You’re doing perfect, Gianna. You. Are. Perfect,” I whisper, so only she can hear.

She softly presses her lips to mine. She might not have the words for me, but I know she feels this too. Neither of us can deny it.

“Now, how about we use those wrist restraints while you sit on my face? I need to get hard again, so I need your sweet cunt smothering me,” I tell her, my voice hoarse.

I’m going to give her exactly what she wanted. All the fantasies ticked off with this dynamic. Because one thing is abundantly clear.

There is no one else for me. I’m giving her this. And I’m going to see it through and be a good boy, this one damn time in my life, for my wife.

Saint groans beside us, his hand tugging at his cock.

“Come here,” I order him, as I withdraw from my wife and sit back. He wraps his arm around my waist, and I lock our lips. “Gianna wants me to fuck your ass, Saint.”

He nods eagerly. “I want that, sir.”

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE

Gianna

Song- Shameless, Camilla Cabello

Colt lies on his back, his legs spread and his cock painfully hard. He hands me the condom and lube with a wink.

“See, you can wear one,” I tease.

“Not a chance with you.”

Sitting beside him, I bend over and take him in my mouth. His hand fists my hair and he whimpers as my tongue runs along his shaft.

“G. I. Fuck,” he grits out.

With a satisfied grin, I suck the tip, and it pops out of my mouth. Then I get to work ripping open the packet and sliding it on his dick.

Flicking open the lube, I look at Saint, who is watching every movement I make. “How much of this do you want?” I ask.

“Your husband has a huge cock, G. Smother it.”

I blush in response and do as he requested, squirting the cold lube onto my hands and rubbing it all over Colt.

Once I’m satisfied with my work, I give Saint space. “Can you help with my restraints, Saint?” I ask.

He nods once, and I get in position, sitting on my husband's face facing his dick. Well, hovering. He doesn’t get the goods yet.

Holding out my arms in a V above my head, Saint carefully connects my wrists to the cuffs dangling from the wood of the four-poster bed. Left then right. I tug at them; I have a tiny bit of movement.