The crash and tinkle of the glass at the bedroom door made both of us look back. There was Felix staring in disbelief.
Ellis and I remained frozen in place. Neither of us had expected my husband, Ellis’ brother, home for another couple hours at least.
Felix’s face reddened, his famous temper rising. But the rapidly forming bulge in his slacks couldn’t escape notice either. That and Ellis’ involuntary twitch in my pussy made something click inside me.
Still staring back at Felix, I slowly sank myself down on Ellis’ cock once more. He filled me so nicely I couldn’t help but groan again.
Felix took a step into the room, his fists clenching and unclenching, a bellow rising in his throat, but I beat him to it with the breathy voice I knew drove him wild.
“You never told me Ellis was so much like you,” I rose and sank on him again, moaning louder. “Not quite as long, but…thicker.” I let the “r” roll as I stuffed him into me again. Felix was going to explode any second.
“Are you upset? You don’t want to share? What if I do? You know I have another hole, just for you if you want it.”
I think Ellis might have read my mind, as good lovers do, because he reached his hands down to my ass and pulled my cheeks apart, exposing me to Felix, and, coincidentally, giving him a better view of the fat cock skewering up into me.
“I’m a bitch, Felix. I’m a whore.” I was fucking myself faster on Ellis now, excited and just a little bit scared at what I was doing. “Show me what happens to dirty cheating whores.” This could go several ways, and I prayed, locking eyes with Felix as I fucked his brother.
Hands trembling with rage, Felix opened his belt, unzipped and dropped his pants, and climbed onto our bed behind me, led by his rigid cock. He spat into his hand twice and wet his shaft, then smacked my ass hard, and then again, and again until I yelped. But I didn’t stop fucking. He grabbed my hair in his fist and pulled my head back, making me arch, exposing me more.
“Hold still, cunt.” His words were hot, and thrilled me to the core. I felt the head of his shaft poke against my asshole, the hard grip of his hands in my hair, on my hip. “I’ll show you what whores like you get.”
His first vicious shove into me was agony, and ecstasy, and I knew all three of our lives were not going to be the same again.
Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong Alphabet
The Erotic Writer 
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oh my, very naughty