Throating

“He likes to fuck throats,” Mia says.

Lana’s mouth comes off him with a wet sound.

“That’s what he likes most. Not pretty licking. Not you being careful. He likes a mouth he can use.”

Mia takes Lana’s wrists and pulls her hands off his cock. She puts them behind Lana’s back and keeps them there with one hand. The other fist goes into Lana’s hair.

“Open.”

Lana opens.

Mia guides her down until the head is on her tongue, then further, until Lana’s lips stretch around the thick shaft and her throat hits the ridge. Lana gags. Spit floods out of the corners of her mouth and runs onto Adam’s stomach.

“Stay,” Mia tells her. Then, to Adam: “Take it.”

He does.

He plants his feet, holds the base, and fucks Lana’s face. Short at first, then deeper, using Mia’s grip as the thing that keeps Lana from pulling off. Each shove makes a wet gluck. Lana’s eyes water. Her nose bumps his stomach when he goes all the way.

Mia talks over the sound.

“Does she still remember how to keep her teeth back. Does she still take it when you hit her throat. Tell me.”

Adam’s voice is wrecked. “She remembers.”

“Does she. Because it looks like she forgot she used to pride herself on this.” Mia holds Lana down through a long thrust. “That’s my husband’s cock in your throat. A married man using your mouth in his wife’s bed. You wanted it enough to say yes in a cafe. Now take it the way he likes.”

Adam finds a rhythm and stays in it. He fucks her mouth like he fucked her cunt — for himself. Lana drools down his balls. Her hands twitch in Mia’s grip and do not get free.

“Look at her,” Mia says. “Your ex. On her knees. Throat full. She missed this so badly she let your wife hold her head for you.”

He groans. His cock swells against Lana’s tongue.

“Is she as good as she was,” Mia asks. “Or better, because I’m watching.”

“Better.” He shoves deep. “Fuck. Better.”

It takes a long time. Mia does not rush him. She keeps Lana’s head where he needs it, lets him use the wet heat of her throat until his abs go tight and his breath turns ugly.

“She’s close to making you cum,” Mia says. “Don’t pull out. Give it to her.”

Adam slams in and stays.

His cock kicks. Cum floods Lana’s mouth in thick pulses, hitting the back of her throat, filling her faster than she can swallow. Mia holds her there through all of it, through the jerk of his hips, through the last twitch against her tongue. Lana makes a choked sound and has to take it. Some of it leaks from the seal of her lips and runs down her chin.

Only when Adam’s hand unclenches from the sheets does Mia pull Lana back.

Lana gasps. A string of spit and cum hangs from her lip. Her mouth is a mess. Her eyes are wet and empty-full at the same time.

Mia keeps a hand in her hair and looks at her.

“That was the start,” she says. “He just used your throat. Next he is going to fuck you again and flood your cunt with it. That’s what you came here for. His cum in you. In our bed. With me watching.”

Adam is already getting up, still half-hard, shining, not finished with her.

He picks Lana up off her knees like she weighs nothing. She locks her legs around him on instinct, dress gone somewhere behind them, his cum still on her tongue.

Mia stands in front of them.

“Are you ready for what comes next?”