No - James wants that for himself later

James' grip on Felicity's hair tightened, his eyes narrowing as he pulled out of her mouth with a wet sound. "Not yet," he said, his voice a low, possessive growl. "That pussy is mine tonight."

Alex grunted in frustration but didn't protest. He has been a bit jealous of James being with Felicity for ages, but knew James was now her husband and was the one in charge.

"I'm close," Alex warned, his voice strained. "Your pussy is so fucking tight, it feels like it's going to milk me dry."

Felicity could feel it, the tension in Alex's cock, the way his strokes grew more erratic. She was filled with a sense of power, knowing she was bringing him to the brink. Despite the initial shock and fear, she had embraced her new role with a fervor she had never known. The pain and pleasure were indistinguishable now, each thrust sending shockwaves through her body.

Alex's breath grew ragged, his grip on her hips tightening. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he ground out, his voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Your pussy's so fucking tight, I can't hold back."

Felicity felt the pressure build inside her as well, her body responding to the relentless rhythm of his thrusts. She moaned around James's cock, her eyes never leaving her husband's as Alex claimed her, as if silently asking for his approval to let go.

With a final, guttural roar, Alex pulled out, his cock slick with her juices. He pulled back, his hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking it furiously as he approached his climax. She waited, her own body quivering with anticipation, as the first rope of cum shot out, landing on her ass with a warm, wet splat. He continued to stroke, the semen painting her pale skin in a sticky mess. The whole thing was obscene, and yet she found it incredibly arousing.

"Fuck," he groaned, slapping her ass again as he shot another load. "Look what you made me do, you little slut." He reached out, his cum-covered hand smearing the mess into her skin. "You like that, don't you?"

Felicity's eyes widened with a mix of shock and arousal, her mouth still wrapped around James's cock. She had never felt so used, so objectified, and yet it was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. The men's raw, unfiltered desire for her was a heady cocktail that had her intoxicated. She nodded, unable to form words as James's grip on her hair tightened.