Give Me More (Salacious Players Club #3) (38)

When Isabel lifts her dress for me, exposing her pale ass, my mouth goes dry. I don’t need instructions, but I wait for them anyway. Glancing his way, I realize he looks as if he’s going to come undone. Still confident and dominant, but with a hint of excitement too.

“Go to her,” he says, his voice so raspy now it sounds like it’s difficult to speak.

In a rush, I shuck off my pants and boxers and walk to the side table to grab a condom. I’m enjoying the filthy view of her wet cunt as I slide on the rubber. Then, I move into place behind her. She has a thin pair of panties on that I easily slide down her legs.

I’m then nudging the head of my cock against her pussy, but I don’t enter her, not yet. Not until he tells me to. And he’s dragging it out to torture me, I can tell.

So after a long wait, I lift my gaze up to his face. My dick is inching its way into his wife as he and I stare each other down. The eye contact between us is intense and new, nothing like I’ve ever felt looking into Hunter’s eyes before, but considering the current situation, it makes sense that this would be different. There’s also something in his expression that has me feeling excited.

My blood is pumping loud in my ears as I bathe in his wanton gaze. And I imagine for a moment that it’s not just this experience he wants but me. And when he finally mumbles a guttural, “Fuck her,” I swear it’s not only Isabel I’m eagerly sinking into.





Rule #16: Two orgasms are better than one.





Isabel



My fingers claw against the sheets as Drake enters me with force. And just like that…Drake and I are having sex. How did this happen? And when he slams in again at an angle that makes my toes curl and my next breath leave my body in a raspy moan, I wonder…why didn’t we do this sooner?

When I lift my gaze again, my eyes find Hunter, watching from a perched position on the chair. He looks anything but relaxed as he watches, and I wonder if this is what he wanted. Are we giving him the high he was chasing? Right now, he looks like he might fly out of that seat at any moment, but his hooded gaze and heavy breathing seem to signify that he’s enjoying this. There is a wildness in his eyes, and they are dancing between my face and Drake’s.

Every rational thought in my head is blown away as Drake violently pounds into me, the walls of my pussy clenching around him. A raw, guttural moan claws its way out of my chest as my forehead falls to the mattress of the bed.

“More,” I cry out, so he slows his thrusts, making each one a violent pounding that practically rattles my bones, but God…does it feel good. I let out another groan, each one a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“You can be rough with her,” Hunter says from his place across the room. “She likes it.”

“Oh yeah?” Drake replies, and then there’s a fist in my hair and he yanks me upright, so his mouth is against my cheek. He’s still buried deep as he whispers, “This is the best pussy I’ve ever fucked, you know that?” He thrusts again. “The best.”

Winding my arm back, I loop it around his neck and pull his lips to mine, desperate for a taste of his mouth—dying for a taste of those sweet words. And he kisses me with fervor, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth, humming against my mouth as he thrusts inside me. For a moment, as we are entangled in our lust, I almost forget my husband is watching. It’s just us—me and Drake—and it doesn’t feel wrong or weird. It feels right.

Then I feel Hunter’s eyes on us and a new bolt of electric excitement courses through me. I love knowing he’s here, almost as if he’s a part of this too.

Without warning, Drake’s thrusts are gone, and I’m being flipped onto my back, then tugged closer by my legs, as Drake lays his body over mine and enters me again. My legs wrap around him as he moves, and I gaze up into his eyes, loving the ability to see his face while he fucks me. I still can’t believe this is happening, but it’s everything I never knew I needed.

His large body engulfs mine as he drives his hips relentlessly: hard, bruising thrusts that set my body on fire.

“Don’t stop,” I cry out as the muscles in my legs begin to seize.

“I don’t ever want to stop,” he mumbles quietly, so quietly Hunter probably doesn’t hear.

Reaching up, I touch his face, running my fingers through his thick, shoulder-length hair draped over his face, as he finds a fast rhythm. When our eyes meet, electricity soars between us, a connection so intense, my heart splinters and cracks at the intensity. I realize just how much I care about this man—as more than just a friend. Feelings I never allowed myself to feel before. Feelings I never gave a name to before.

With that, I’m soaring. My body seizes up around him, pleasure rippling through every vein. He keeps up this cadence, clearly struggling to hold out long enough to let me finish as I moan my way through an earth-shattering orgasm.

Once my limbs relax around him, he pounds into me one last time before shuddering out one long groan and filling the condom between us. When he relaxes, resting his chest against mine, I feel his heart beating quickly as he tries to steady his own rapid breaths.

I’m on a cloud somewhere in the heavens. No longer on earth.

My husband’s voice drags me back to the surface. “Bring her to me.”

Opening my eyes, I gaze up at Drake as he pulls his warm body away from mine and lifts me deftly off the bed and carries me over to my waiting husband. He’s still in his chair, pants unzipped and hard cock out and waiting for me.