Page 158 of Unchained

Her eyes darken, flicking to Saint. “That means both of you.”

“Yes, G,” he replies automatically.

She climbs off me and sits with her back against the headboard, her legs crossed, and I sit up, the blood rushing to my head making my vision cloud for a second.

As I stand and turn, Saint stands by the window, completely naked, his cock already erect.

I close the distance without a word, stopping so I’m side on for G’s viewing.

Crocking my finger, I motion for him to come closer. He runs a hand through his blonde curls, his blue eyes on me as he does.

“Are you just going to stare at each other, or are you going to kiss?” Gianna sasses from behind.

I smirk, grabbing the back of his head, and crashing my lips over his. The kiss is fierce, but he submits easily to me, letting me control the pace.

His stubble brushes against mine, and I keep my brain on Gianna. This is for her. His cock nudges against me as I drag him closer to me. Rough hands slide down my body, stopping at my boxers. I grip his wrist.

“Have you asked my wife for permission to have my cock, Saint?” I growl.

His eyes go wide. “N-no. I didn’t.”

Craning my neck to look at my girl, I see her shake herself back to reality.

“G, could I please suck your husband's dick?” Saint asks.

I want her lips around my cock, but Saint is hot. Hell, this whole setup is smokin’.

Her eyes sparkle, zoning in on my crotch. She sits up on her knees and peels her panties down her thighs. My jaw nearly drops to the floor.

I cannot believe I insisted on a sex free flight here. I wanted her to be as horny as possible for now. But I’m kicking myself, because then I would have seen the new ink that sits over her pussy.

“Do you love it?” she asks.

My name. Colten. Small and discreet under her panties, in a gothic-style script. I can’t tear my eyes from the tattoo. Even as she shuffles out of her panties. She nudges herself towards the edge of the bed and opens her thighs, resting her top half on her elbows.

“Yes.” I almost choke out. My cock is threatening to erupt. I’m not sure how long I can deal with this.

She bites her lip, her attention snapping to Saint.

“Let me see how you suck my husband, Saint,” she commands.

Fuck. Me.

He drops to his knees, pulling down my boxers. I let out a groan as his hand wraps around my cock.

My eyes, though, they’re on G’s glistening pussy.

Saint takes me in his mouth, and I grip his hair, thrusting to the back of his throat, making my teeth clench. He feels good. Too good.

“G, I need you, baby,” I tell her.

She stands, padding over beside me. She takes my spare hand, sliding it down her toned stomach and shuffles open her legs.

“Is he doing a good job, baby?” she whispers.

I swipe my fingers over her soaking clit as Saint gags on my dick, gripping onto my ass as I fuck his throat.

She lifts her leg, resting her foot on Saint’s shoulder, giving me access to thrust three fingers deep inside her.