He talks, she sucks

Mia leaned in and took Adam’s cock into her mouth again. He was still hard from the messages. The head was swollen, salty with the last of his precum, and she sank down until her lips met her fist at the base.

Adam’s hand settled on the back of her head. Not forcing. Just resting there while she worked him slow.

“She’s a slut,” Mia said when she pulled off, voice low, lips wet. She stroked him while she talked, twisting her wrist on the upstroke. “You saw what she sent. Fingers in her cunt, tank top up, lying there like she was waiting for you to walk in and fuck her. She didn’t even hesitate. One message and she was telling you she’d let you fuck her while I was in the other room. That she’d sit at dinner with your cum leaking out of her.”

She took him back into her mouth, deeper this time, until the head pushed into her throat. She held there for a few seconds, throat working around him, then pulled off with a wet sound. Spit clung to her chin.

“She wants you to bend her over and fuck her until she cums. She wants you to stay inside her after. She wants to feel it dripping while she tries to act normal around me. That’s not someone who’s curious. That’s someone who’s already decided she’d rather have your cock while pretending she’s better than me.”

Adam’s fingers tightened in her hair. His cock twitched against her tongue when she licked the underside.

“I want to fuck her on her stomach first,” he said. His voice was rough. “The way she was in that picture. Face down, ass up, those panties pulled to the side. I want to push in while she’s still trying to talk. I want to feel how wet she gets the second she realizes I’m not stopping. I want to hold her hips and fuck her until the only sound she makes is the wet noise of her cunt taking me.”

Mia moaned around him. She bobbed her head, slow and deep, letting the head hit the back of her throat on every stroke. Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them while she sucked.

“I want her to look at the door,” Adam continued. “I want her to know you’re somewhere in the house. I want her to try to stay quiet and fail. I want to fuck her hard enough that she can’t. I want to hear her moan into the pillow while I’m balls deep, and I want her to think that every thrust is happening behind your back.”

Mia pulled off again, gasping. A thick string of spit connected her lip to the head of his cock. She stroked him fast, wet and messy, while she looked up at him.

“She’s going to let you,” she said. “She’s going to spread her legs and take it and tell herself she’s winning. And then I’m going to walk in while you’re still inside her. While she’s full of you. While she’s still trying to figure out if she should push you off or stay exactly where she is. I want to see her face when she realizes she never had you. That she was just the cunt I decided to let you use.”

Adam’s hips jerked. His cock swelled in her fist.

“Keep talking.”

Mia took him back into her mouth. She sucked harder now, cheeks hollowing, hand working the base in time with her head. Spit ran down his shaft and over her fingers.

“I want you to stay in her when I open the door,” she said around him, words muffled. She pulled off just enough to speak clearly. “I want you to keep fucking her while she looks at me. I want you to tell me how tight she is. How wet. I want you to ask me if you should cum in her or pull out and give it to me. And I want her to hear the answer. I want her to hear me tell you to finish in her mouth so she has to swallow it while I watch. Or on her face. Or inside her so she has to sit there with it while we talk.”

Adam groaned. His hand pushed her down, not rough, just firm. Mia took him to the root and stayed there, throat fluttering around the head while he started to cum.

The first pulse hit the back of her tongue. Thick. Hot. She swallowed around him as the next one followed, then another. He held her there while he emptied, cock jerking, cum flooding her mouth in heavy spurts. She kept swallowing, eyes open, looking up at him while he finished down her throat.

When he finally eased her off, a last thin string of cum stretched from the head to her lower lip. She licked it clean. Her mouth was full of the taste of him. Her chin was wet.

Adam’s cock rested against her lips, softening slowly. He was breathing hard.

Mia wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood. Her thighs were still sticky with the earlier load. She climbed onto the bed and lay on her side, facing him.

Adam followed. He pulled the sheet over both of them. His hand settled on her hip, thumb stroking the skin just above where his cum had dried.

Neither of them spoke. They just drifted off to sleep.