Share Me_The Devil Makes Three

by Evelyn Vox

  She let out a soft moan that had my dick twitching. I could see her arousal glistening between her pink folds. It looked as delicious as it always did, and I longed to taste her again.

  Soon, I told myself. Soon. First, she needed to put on a show for me. Her eyes were closed. She was lost in her own little world. That wouldn't do at all.

  "Alexandra," I said sharply, and her eyes flew open, "look at me. You are doing this for me, is that understood?"

  "Yes, Sir," she breathed, never taking her eyes off me.

  She arched her back so her tits jutted out delectable as she slipped the head of the vibrator into her sweet little pussy. The vibrator rocked her inside while the rabbit serviced her clit. My Venus's face was flushed, her eyes dark with desire.

  One hand went to her breasts to squeeze them. I watched as she pinched her rosebud nipples, thrusting the vibrator in and out of her. My cock felt like it was about to explode. Watching her was hotter than I could have imagined. And I'd imagined it plenty.

  I stroked my dick. She moaned, watching me like a hungry animal. I saw her body tense as the orgasm started to build up inside of her.

  "Stop," I commanded, and she looked at me with sad eyes.

  She was a little too slow to obey, but she pulled out the vibrator and turned it off. It glistened with her essence. She writhed on the bed like the spoiled thing she was. I smirked at her.

  "Move to the edge of the bed and get on your knees."

  Chapter Sixteen

  LEXIE

  My body was swollen with desire and my heart hammered in my chest at his command, but I obeyed. I crawled to the edge of the bed and got up on my knees. I wondered if he'd take my mouth again, and I licked my lips in anticipation. He closed the distance between us, turning me so my back was pressed against his hard abs.

  I felt Derek's cock jut between my ass. His hands roamed all over my body. He squeezed my breasts so hard I shouted out, but he didn't stop, and continued to abuse my nipples with rough pinches and pulls.

  "Please, Sir," I whined, "it hurts."

  He gripped me harder, and I winced, gasping in pain and surprise.

  "I want it to hurt," Derek growled in my ear, and I quivered as my arousal slaked down my thighs.

  He moved his hand from my breasts down to my abdomen. The sensation sent tingles all over my body. He cupped my pussy for a moment and I groaned. It felt so fucking good. I couldn't help myself when I rubbed into his touch. Faster than lightning, his hand shot out and smacked my pussy hard.

  "Ouch," I screamed, more from shock than pain.

  His hand flew up and blazed down again, hitting me harder still. Tears welled at my eyes. The impact jarred my sensitive clit, making it cry out for less and more all at the same time. Derek's other hand moved from my breast to my neck, where he gripped me like a vice to keep me flat and firm against him.

  His cock pushed between my ass cheeks like a steel rod, threatening to enter me there. My heart flew into a panic, but before I could say anything, his other hand soared and hit my pussy in a succession of quick, strong slaps.

  "You will never talk back to me again, Princess," he said as he slapped me, his voice dripping with venom, "is that understood?"

  "Yes, Sir," I managed to gasp.

  His hands stilled. I didn't know what this man was doing to me, but I knew I didn't want him to stop. My entire body was taut, overwrought with sensation. He smacked me again for good measure. I looked down to see my sex, bright red from his assault.

  Derek grabbed his stiff member, positioning it so that he was right at my pussy lips. He hovered there behind me, not moving. It drove me crazy, but he kept his engorged, mushroom head nestled right at my entrance.

  "Alexandra," his voice was a barbed whisper, "do you want me to fuck you?"

  "Please, Sir," I moaned like a bitch in heat, "please, Sir, fuck me."

  "Do you need me to fuck you, Princess?"

  He slid his dick closer, making it rub over my clit. I was mad with desire and certain I would combust if he didn't fuck me soon.

  "Yes, Sir," I begged, "I need your cock inside of me, please, please."

  The words dripped out of my mouth. No, from the mouth of the woman inside of me that Derek brought to life.

  The woman who begged and pleaded and enjoyed being smacked around. He breathed hard into my ear and slid into me with agonizing slowness. I hissed through my teeth as he sheathed himself in me. Would he always feel so impossibly huge?

  He kept me upright on my knees as she stood by the bed thrusting so slowly into me from behind. It was too slow! He continued to torment me with lazy thrusts just to tease me. I was in awe of his control as he maintained the sluggish torture. If he didn't go faster soon, I was going to lose it.

  "Sir," I whimpered, not even able to form a complete sentence.

  The urge to push down on him, to bend over and have him fuck me was overwhelming. His hand was still tight at my neck, while the other guided my hips gently over him. If his evil hands hadn't been keeping me pressed still against him, I'd have been a rutting mess beneath him.

  "You know what to do, Alexandra," he purred into my ear.

  Was he really going to make me beg for everything?

  "Please, Sir, fuck me harder, fuck me faster. Please," I moaned.

  He huffed and started to pummel me. From this angle, he was hitting that sweet spot inside of me, and I wailed out in bliss. A watery sort of pressure, new and electric, was starting to build inside of me. Right when I was starting to get used to the sensation, he stopped. Derek threw me face down on the bed, and I turned to look at him. The hard planes of his body took my breath away, but his face was stern.

  "You need to learn, Princess," he sneered, "that you don't always get what you want."

  He moved to my side of the bed and grabbed a fistful of my hair before pulling my head up and shoving his massive cock between my lips. I could taste myself on him. He didn't wait this time for me to adjust. He shoved his length down my throat with a groan and started fucking my mouth.

  I gagged at first, and tears welled at the corner of my eyes. But soon enough, I got used to him and my hands moved, driven by that other woman, up to his ass and cupped it, encouraging him to thrust into me. His eyes widened.

  "You like it when I fuck your face, don't you, you little slut?" he crooned.

  And I did. I really did. I was a sopping mess between my legs and my clit throbbed so hard I thought it would catch fire. I loved being used by him.

  He groaned low and long as he continued to throttle my mouth. Just when I thought he was about to come, he stopped as suddenly as he started. His cock slid out of my mouth and bounced with its impressive girth in front of me.

  "Get on your back and spread your legs," he barked, and I did as he said. He looked at my pink, abused flesh before running a finger along my sopping slit.

  "You get so wet for me, Princess," he said before burying his face in my pussy.

  I yelled out at the sensation. His hot tongue slaked all over me and flicked firm strokes against my clit. He put two fingers inside of me and curled them so they hit that same sweet spot from before. The combined ecstasy of his tongue and his fingers had me gasping, unable to make any sound. My eyes rolled back into my head. The pressure was building--it almost felt like I had to pee.

  "Please, Sir," I groveled, "may I come?"

  "No," he snarled into my flesh, and I had to fight back tears.

  I didn't think I could stop it. I tried and tried, but I could feel it cresting to the point of no return.

  "Please, Sir," I screamed in fear as much as pleasure, and he stopped.

  I eyed him like a wounded animal. How could he be so cruel? He scrambled over me and got to his knees. He grabbed my hips and yanked me towards him. He pulled my legs up, wrapping them around broad shoulders, my ankles crossing behind his neck. He impaled me without warning.

  I screamed.

  "Touch yourself," he commanded, and my hands whirled down t
o my clit to pump it furiously.

  Oh my god.

  The tension built inside of me to the point of pain. His cock was thick and rock solid as it jolted right at the sweet spot again. I didn't know what was happening to me as my release started to ramp up to new peaks. I could feel that watery press against me, and I was afraid of what would happen if I let it go.

  My face was tingling, almost numb. My toes curled around Derek's neck while my fingers moved onto my clit like a woman possessed. It was all too much.

  Then Derek shoved my hand away and smacked my pussy again. My mouth formed a wordless 'O' of shock. He did it again and again, sending stabbing daggers of pleasure and pain, bliss and agony, shooting through my whole body.

  "Alexandra," he said through clenched teeth, "come for me. Now."

  Just like that, I let go of the release I'd been holding back. My climax thundered into me. I had no control over my body as it thrashed at the onslaught of pleasure. I felt my pussy gush and spurt all over Derek's cock. I waited for the convulsions to stop, but they didn't.

  Derek kept riding me hard. He pulled that wave of ecstasy back to the surface until I was screaming like a banshee as I came again. My walls clenched down on him so hard I was afraid I'd break him.

  "Holy shit," Derek breathed.

  He pulled himself out of me, grabbed his magnificent dick, and started to jerk off. It didn't take long before he came, spurting hot seed all over my breasts. The act was so deliciously dominant and arousing, I found myself rubbing his seed into my skin.

  Derek's eyes were dark and heavy as he watched me. We were both panting and staring at each other. I was spent, but energized. I wanted more of him. I wanted all of him. I closed my eyes, basking in the afterglow of our session, my fingers tracing lines in the semen on my chest.

  "I didn't know you could squirt, Princess," he said.

  "I did what?!"

  My eyes flew open and I looked around me on the bed. Sure enough, a large wet stain emanated from beneath me. He laughed that low, dark laugh that I loved, and settled down next to me.

  "Was that your first time squirting?" he asked me as he wiped me down with some tissues from the bedside table.

  "Yes," I told him, amazed, "is that why it felt so different?"

  "Yes, pet," he said, pulling me in close, "I am going to have fun making you squirt for me."

  I curled into him and wanted to coo with delight. He was so warm and big. It felt so natural to be snuggling with him. More so than with Brian, even.

  "Shit," I said and popped up.

  "What?"

  "Where's my phone?"

  His brows drew together as he realized what I was getting at.

  "You left it downstairs."

  "Look," I said, not liking his tone, "that was a hurricane and I haven't talked to my husband in hours. He's probably freaking out. If we don't want to be caught, I have to act normal."

  "Understood," he said, but I could tell he was pissed.

  Was it always going to be this tense when I brought up Brian? Didn't he realize what he'd gotten himself into messing with a married woman? I shook my head and left him in the bed as I went to look for my phone.

  Chapter Seventeen

  DEREK

  I watched my Venus walk out of the room, leaving me alone in her husband's bed. I had no right to be angry at her. I understood the situation, but I felt dangerously possessive of Alexandra, and I needed to be careful. If it was this bad already, I could only assume it was going to get worse. I had to get the beast under control. Sunlight poured through the large windows and my stomach grumbled.

  I went downstairs and found my clothes in the bathroom where Alexandra had hung them to dry. I found her propped on the cushions on the floor, back in her robe, much to my displeasure. She was talking on her cell.

  "Sure thing, Baby, " she said as she shot a nervous glance my way.

  My lips curled in a sneer that I couldn’t help. I didn’t want to be around her while she was talking to him. I stormed into the kitchen. I opened the pantry and pulled out a package of bagels. I’d have preferred eggs and bacon, but I was sure anything in the fridge had spoiled overnight. I slapped some peanut butter on the bagel as I stewed over that woman.

  What was it about her that made me feel this way? I’d never been overly possessive of my flings, not unless the beast got involved, but even for the beast, this was extreme. Alexandra didn't feel like a fling, either. I've always wanted her. All of her.

  The thought of sharing her made the demon inside of me rage in fury. Maybe if Brian wasn't such an ass it would be easier to stomach. It was an unavoidable reality that he would come home and sleep with her.

  They were married. There was no way it wouldn't happen. I had to accept it, but that didn't stop the jealousy that stabbed at me with green talons. I'd have to make the most of the time we had together and make sure it was me Alexandra thought of when she was in bed with him.

  I'd make sure Alexandra Hale would never forget me.

  She came into the kitchen and her apprehension rippled off of her in waves.

  "Everything okay with Brian?" I asked, making an attempt to keep the anger out of my voice.

  "Yeah," she sighed and sat at the counter, "he was worried, but I talked him down."

  I nodded around a mouthful of my bagel. Emotions that I wasn't used to experiencing were warring inside of me, so I stayed silent as I tried to control them.

  "And lucky for us," she continues with a glint in her sea-green eyes, "he's stuck in Manhattan all weekend. The commuter trail is shut down because of storm damage and the roads are a mess, so he doesn't want to drive."

  She smirked lasciviously and bit her lower lip.

  "We'll have the house to ourselves until next weekend."

  "That is lucky," I agreed, and my chest leaped in anticipation.

  "We still have to be careful," she warned, "we can't act like lust addled sex maniacs around everyone."

  "I know."

  Alexandra's chair scraped across the floor as she got up and walked over to me. Her arms wrapped around me from behind. She slipped a hand beneath my shirt so she could touch my skin.

  "You know, I think I like you better without the clothes," she murmured into my back.

  I grinned and flipped her around, making her giggle. I loved the sound of it.

  "The feeling is mutual, Princess," I bowed her back over the counter and kissed her long and slow.

  I pulled back just to stare at her. She was breathtaking. Those turquoise eyes looked at me in wonder, and for the first time, I was truly worried that I wouldn't be able to control myself. There was no way I'd be able to share this woman. I let those eyes pull me back in and devoured her mouth.

  I'd worry about it later.

  LEXIE

  For being in lust, this whole thing felt really cute. I mean, I wouldn't call what Derek did to me cute in any sense of the word, but these moments between all the hard fucking were sweet. Dangerously sweet.

  I was munching on a bagel, watching Derek watching the dogs outside, and I couldn't help but feel like this was going to be hard to keep contained. I was going to have to be careful. Then I remembered something.

  "Hey," I said, "what's our safe word?"

  He looked concerned.

  "Did you feel like you needed one this morning?"

  "No, well," I fumbled over the words, "I realized in the middle of everything that we didn't have one and," I stopped as the embarrassment hit me.

  "What is it?"

  What if you're in my mouth, and I can't speak," I managed to get out, my face hotter than hell.

  "That's a good point," he agreed. "If I'm fucking your mouth," he said and ran a finger over my leg, giving me sensual goosebumps, "snap your fingers three times."

  "And if I'm tied up again?"

  The thought sent shivers through me.

  "I'll make sure you're able to snap, Princess."

  "Okay," I nodded.

  I cast my
eyes about the kitchen, looking for inspiration when they landed on the fruit bowl.

  "What about apple?"

  "Apple," he repeated, testing it out, "fitting for my temptress, my Eve."

  I laughed, and he traced circles absentmindedly along my thighs.

  "It's perfect," he said with a naughty grin that caused my heart to race.

  "Is the crew coming to work today?"

  "No, I gave them the day off so they'd have today and the weekend to deal with any fallout from the storm."

  "You should make sure your house is okay," I said as I realized he hadn't been there yet.

  "I'll go over later. I want to board up that window first."

  "Can I come over sometime?" I blurted out without really thinking about what I was saying.

  He stopped and blinked at me for a moment before smiling, "I've been wanting to take you there for a long time."

  I let out a squeal of excitement,

  "I'd love to see where you live!"

  "It's not that exciting. Definitely not the type of digs you're used to, Princess."

  "I grew up in a two-bedroom townhouse in Philly," I told him, "it wasn't exactly glamorous."

  He raised an eyebrow at me.

  "How'd you end up here?"

  "I wanted to go to college, but we didn't have the money," I said, "so I moved to New York with one of my best friends and modeled for a few years."

  "That doesn't surprise me," he said, rubbing a hand across my thigh once more.

  "Yeah, well, as it turned out, I wasn't very good at it. All brains and not enough beauty," I laughed without really meaning it. "I wasn't getting booked and I was desperate for money, so I ended up as one of those hot girls that gets hired to go to parties for rich people."

  "Like a prostitute?"

  "No, nothing like that, though I did know some girls who ended up that way," I frowned at the memory of them, "I was just a hard body they hired to make their parties seem glamorous, inciting. It was shallow and demeaning, but I was broke."

  "You did what you had to do."