Bedded by the Bull: Cuckolded & Humiliated Page 5

  Tate groaned in response in between licks. His lips pressed against my clit and he sucked it between his teeth. His hands sensually roamed over the bare skin of my thighs.

  "And I've never cum so hard," I said, delirious from pleasure. I stroked my fingers through Tate's honey-brown, burying my fingers into his silky strands.

  I dropped my gaze and watched as my husband ate my pussy, enthralled by the sight of his wicked tongue thrusting into my center. Gasping, I tightened my fingers in his hair, "Oh Tate, that feels so good!" And then quickly added, "But not as good as Noah felt. He is an expert. You are nothing like him."

  Tate tightened his fingers around my thighs as he rubbed his mouth, nose, and chin against my pussy. His tongue was everywhere, slipping between my folds and flicking around my clit. I gasped as pleasure rolled through me in waves, bringing me closer to an orgasm.

  "Tate!" My voice was raspy, "I'm going to cum!"

  He slid his hand up my thigh, pushing his fingers into my slick, warm hole while focusing his attention with his tongue onto my clit. He flicked the tip across it at a maddening pace, then sucked it into his mouth.

  I dropped my head back as I loudly moaned, nearly losing my breath. My body shuddered as delicious waves of pleasure simmered through me. I could feel my stomach muscles tightening, my pussy shivering with these tight little spasms, and my heart slammed out of beat.

  "Let me fuck you," he requested as he pushed my body back onto the mattress. I could feel the weight of his body pressing against mine, and his obvious arousal nudged between my thighs. I didn't think I had ever felt him so hard in my life. "Please."

  I gave a quick nod of my head, giving consent. At that moment I didn't think I could trust myself to speak. I wanted my husband. I wanted to feel his cock thrusting into me.

  With deft fingers, I helped him pull his clothing off in a frenzy of desire. Our mouths collided, his tongue thrust between my lips and eagerly lapped at mine. We kissed hotly, passionately, greedily.

  I felt him there, pressing the tip of his erection against my entrance. "Tell me. How did he feel inside of you?"

  "Delicious."

  "Was his cock bigger than mine?" He thrust into me harshly and I moaned.

  "Yes. So much bigger," I replied, stating the truth. Noah's cock was larger, though I didn't really care about that. But Tate did.

  "And you liked being fucked by him?" Tate asked as he stroked into me, his cock moving in and out of me in with familiar precision.

  "Yes," I ran my hands up his arms, my fingers roaming over his sinewy muscles.

  "More than by me?"

  Every fiber of my being wanted to say no, to deny the fact that I enjoyed another man. It felt unnatural to say these things, to feel these things, but I knew it was what he wanted to hear. "Yes..." My voice was a breathy whisper.

  "Can I satisfy you like he can?" He asked, panting with each stroke.

  "No."

  I could feel him tensing above me and knew he was seconds away from cumming, "Only Noah's big, black cock can truly satisfy me."

  "Will you see him again?"

  I hesitated as the question rolled around in my head, but I was surprised at how readily the answer came, "Yes. I will fuck Noah again."

  "Oh, god," He moaned out the words, as he increased the pace. I knew he was on the verge of orgasm.

  "I'm going to let him fuck me in my hot little pussy without wearing a condom. He will fuck me, cum in me, and perhaps, if you're good, I'll let you try to fuck me with your small, pathetic little dick."

  Tate groaned as he slammed into me, unloading his cum deep into my pussy. Our lips met and we kissed until we were breathless. He broke the kiss and smiled at me. "Thank you. You are the best wife a man could ever want."

  I gave him a lopsided grin as I ran my hands down his back, hugging him, "And you are the best husband a wife could ever want." I kissed the tip of his nose, then licked his lips.

  "Better than Noah?"

  "You said husband. Not lover," I pointed out with a cheeky grin.

  "Oh...what have I gotten us into," he asked.

  I smiled brightly, "A whole new lifestyle, apparently."

  "Are you okay with it?"

  "I think so. I mean, most women would jump at the chance to have multiple lovers, right?"

  "Lovers?" he quirked a brow.

  "Mmmmhmm. I'm thinking Noah alone might not be enough to satisfy me now. A threesome sounds exciting, don't you think? I might even let you watch..." I winked at him.

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  An excerpt from Temptation Part Two, Cuckolded by my Hotwife

  "I'm going to suck his cock," I said in a gravelly, low voice, just before licking my lips.

  "Yeah?" His thrusts were harder.

  "Mmhmm. And then I'm going to sit on it. I'm going to ride him like an animal. Like a big black bull."

  Tate grazed his teeth against my neck, "Oh, god."

  "His big, black cock is going to be so deep in my pussy, deeper than you've ever been," I said as I ground my hips, forcing his cock to impale me deeper.

  "You love his big cock huh?"

  "Uh huh. He makes me feel so fucking good."

  Tate slid his hand up my torso and grabbed my breast. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, twirling the tip of his tongue around my protruding bud. "Better than me?"

  I closed my eyes and imagined Noah. His big, beautiful, dark cock pounding into my pussy, his hands traveling over my skin. It was Noah that I craved in that moment. I wanted Noah's fingers, lips, and cock pleasuring me from top to bottom.

  "You're thinking about him..." He shoved his dick deeper into me, thrusting with all of his might.

  "Yes..."

  "Are you going to let him cum inside of you?"

  "Yes."

  "Oh, fuck!" Tate slammed into me and moaned a long, drawn out sound. I could feel the warmth of his cum filling me. "Oh, babe, you are so fucking amazing."

  An excerpt from ApocaLips, part one

  Tingly molten heat pulsed between my legs. My lower belly clenched and I felt light-headed for a second. I could have them both? At the same time. Like before. Mmmm. Desire became a wild torrent of need, seizing my body. The memory of Reid with his cock buried into my pussy from behind while Jeff sucked on my nipples flashed through my mind. The sensations swirling through me intensified, the need heightened and I couldn't help myself. I wanted them. Both of them, at the same time.

  My eyes locked onto Jeff, "Kiss me."

  He crawled to where I was sitting and brushed his mouth across mine, flicking his tongue at the crease between my lips. He slid his tongue into my mouth as he lifted his hand to my hair, grasping my curls. His kiss was soft and tender; his tongue danced with mine, colliding and curling, licking and tasting.

  I broke the scorching kiss and gulped in the night air, my heart racing with the possibility of what was about to happen. "Kiss me again," I commanded, heady with my new found power over them. As he leaned forward to claim my lips, I dropped my head back and offered him my slim white neck. "Here."

  Jeff planted his lips against my skin and placed several small, exploring kisses near the hollow of my throat. The tip of his tongue danced across my flesh, leaving a trail of wet marks across my delicate skin. I rolled my head to the side and locked eyes with Reid. "Lower," I whispered to Jeff while never taking my eyes off of Reid.

  An excerpt from ApocaLips, part two

  He knelt in front of me and yanked my jeans and panties to mid-thigh, and then buried his head against my pussy. He pulled apart my fleshy folds and darted his tongue into my pink wetness. He devoured every inch of my pussy, relentlessly licking from top to bottom. His stubble grazed against my tender skin as he ravished every part of me with his tongue.

  I was glad my parents were not home because there is no way I could have been quiet. I moaned loudly with abandon, groaning every
time I'd feel his tongue circle around my clit. He kept me guessing where he would lick next, keeping my anticipation stretched to the brim. "Brady! Oh god, oh god, oh god!"

  His nose rubbed against my clit as he probed his tongue against my slick, wet entrance. My juices smeared across his face as he stretched his lips wide, taking as much of me into his mouth as possible. I tried to push his head away because it was too much. Too pleasurable. Too intense. I was on the brink of orgasm, lost in an euphoria of pleasure.

  An excerpt from ApocaLips 3

  "Ian please," I begged with a whimper. "Give it to me." My hands roamed his back and cupped his bottom, pulling him deeper into my wet hole. "Harder."

  "Fucking hell," he grunted as his mouth clamped onto mine. He wrapped his hands around my wrists and forced them above my head as he pulled out and thrust forcefully into my tight cunt. "You don't know what you're asking for."

  My eyes widened with shock and wonder. It felt delicious. I groaned my delight at the rougher movement, and he thrust in again with such force I thought I'd lose my breath. I made these gaspy, throaty sounds upon each thrust. It was the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain, and I thought I'd die from the euphoria. "Omigod Ian!" I yelled.

  "Is this how you want it?" he asked in a gravelly voice as he pounded against me. I could hear his balls slapping against me and the bed squeaked obnoxiously loud.

  "Yes!" My whole body was trembling. My nails dug into his hands. Perspiration covered our bodies and made each movement that much more enjoyable. The slick feeling of his hard chest and sinewy thighs rubbing against me sparked a fire deep in my belly. It intensified and bloomed into something deliciously unbearable. "More," I pleaded mindlessly as he ravaged me. "More. Omigod more, Ian!"

  His hands tightened around my wrists as his hips slammed into mine. The full weight of his body colliding with my own almost made me lose my breath. I gasped as pleasure coiled inside of me, tight and taut, demanding to be released. "Oh Ian, I..." I didn't even know what I wanted to say. And at that moment, I lost all train of thought as the coiled ball of pleasure exploded. A thousand pieces of bliss rained, cascading through my blood and flooding my senses. My body shuddered while my pussy clenched and convulsed around his cock.

  Excerpt from Illicit Affection

  "Lydia wants you," Rogan repeated with such certainty that I wondered if he could somehow read my mind. My body trembled at the thought. Somehow, along the way, I had become undeniably attracted to Jude, but tried to push the traitorous thoughts to the back of my mind. He was Rogan's friend, and now mine. How could I let myself think of him in any other fashion?

  Jude's expression darkened slightly as he looked between us, his face etched with uncertainty.

  "Go on, Lydia. Tell him."

  I stared at Rogan and met his gaze with a disapproving frown. "Stop it. I am not going to dignify that with a response. Please don't upset our little party, Rogan."

  "Darling." He took a sip of his drink then gave me that charming smile of his, an irresistible smirk that wrapped me around his little finger. "It's okay Lydia. It's nothing more than biology, chemistry, what have you. I can tell by that little bloom of color that warms your face every time Jude looks at you." He stroked his thumb across my cheek then cupped my chin.

  I tried to look down, but he wouldn't allow it. "Look at me. Tell me you don't want him."

  With great reluctance, I lifted my gaze and met his. "I only want you," I replied.

  "Liar," he whispered seductively, his breath warm against my mouth. He parted my lips and kissed me slowly. I could taste the brandy he'd been drinking. After breaking the kiss, he turned my body to face Jude. "You love only me, but sex has little to do with love. Sex is a craving of the body, not the heart."

  "Rogan, please," I begged.

  He pushed me towards Jude; my knees bumped into his. My heart hammered erratically as I stood there.

  "My dear, friend. Here is your chance to taste my darling little wife. I give you my full blessing," he said gregariously. "All you have to do is pull her sweet little panties down and bury your face in her pretty little pussy."

  "Rogan! You're drunk," Jude exclaimed.

  "Be that as it may, it changes nothing. You are going to lick my wife's pussy, and I am going to watch."