Marked and Owned

Joe’s POV

Kathryn moaned as she slid down onto me, slow and deliberate. Her head fell back, eyes closing, and I knew, felt, that she was ready to be filled. I tightened my grip on her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh.

Emily must have sensed it too. Her hands pressed over mine, steady, guiding. Kathryn rose, then Emily and I pulled her down together, impaling her on my cock in one smooth, demanding motion. Her eyes flew open, locking onto mine, wide with a mix of pleasure and shock. “Oh God!” she cried out, her voice a raw, **** sound.

Instinct took over. She lifted herself, and we dragged her down again, her thighs slapping against me with a wet, obscene sound. Another yelp escaped her lips, followed by a string of filthy curses. Again. Again. Her body moved in perfect sync with ours, taking everything I gave her.

Then she started doing it herself, her body finding its rhythm, riding me with a wild abandon. “Oh God… oh fuck… so good… so fucking good!” she cried loudly, her voice echoing through the room.

She shifted her right leg, planting her foot over my shoulder, opening herself wider, taking me deeper. “That’s it, Kathryn. Take it,” Emily urged, her voice a wicked command. “Take every inch of him.”

Kathryn slammed down on me, hard and fast now, her body slapping against mine, the sound nearly as loud as her cries. She felt exactly like I remembered from the domain, right down to the way we had to start slow before taking all of me. Even the small freckle above her right nipple was there.

Emily and Iris praised her, their voices overlapping as she rode me without restraint. “Look at her,” Iris murmured from beside me, her fingers sliding over my neck, tracing the lines of my muscles. “She’s loving this. She’s taking him so well.”

Kathryn’s hands pressed into my chest as she worked herself on my length, her nails biting into my skin, leaving marks of her desperation. “Fuck… yes! Yes! God, Joe!” she screamed, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain.

Emily moved, letting Kathryn’s head fall back against her shoulder, her body arched in ecstasy. “He feels so good inside you, doesn’t he, Kat,” Emily said softly, her voice a sultry purr. “So deep. So thick. So fucking perfect.”

Hearing her call her that made me twitch, my cock throbbing inside her. If I hadn’t been holding back, I would’ve spilled into her already; but I wanted it together. All of us, coming undone in a symphony of pleasure.

“He’s so fucking deep!” Kathryn yelled, her voice breaking with each thrust. “So fucking good!”

I just gripped her hips harder, helping her slam down again and again. “Cum for him, Kathryn,” Emily commanded, her voice a merciless urge. “Cum on his cock. Let him feel you come all over him.”

“Yes,” Iris added, resting her head on my chest, watching Kathryn ride me unbridled, her eyes locked on the sight of our bodies joining. “Cum on his cock so he can fill you like he filled me. So he can mark you as his.”

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Emily’s POV

Kathryn rode him wildly, her head thrown back against my shoulder, eyes locked on mine; nothing in them but fire and need, a **** hunger that matched my own. “He’s so fucking deep,” she whimpered, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain, a sound both familiar and exciting.

She looked beautiful. Exotic. Filthy. Every word that fit what was happening in this room, every dirty fantasy coming to life before my eyes. “Cum for him, Kathryn,” I told her, my voice a command, a promise. “Cum on his cock. Let him feel you come all over him.”

Iris echoed me, urging her to be filled, even though Joe had cum inside her only moments ago, her body still trembling from the aftermath. “That’s it, Kathryn. Take it all. Take everything he has to give you,” Iris added, her voice a sultry whisper, a wicked encouragement.

I could see it on Kathryn’s face; the furrowed brow, the tight breath, the way her body tensed with an impending release. She was right on the edge, riding it as she rode him, her body a symphony of pleasure and need.

Joe felt it too. When her orgasm hit, he held her down, groaning as he came into her, filling her with his warmth, marking her as his. Her eyes flew wide, her body convulsing with the intensity of needing every last drop.

For a moment, it stunned me. She was there while Joe slid an engagement ring onto my finger. We toasted our future together. And now I was watching her fuck my fiancé, her pussy getting filled with his cum, the same way I’d watched him with Iris.

It felt unreal. Like we’d stepped into the center of an erotic novel and realized we were the main characters, living out our wildest fantasies. I wondered if this was our life now. Giving in to every desire, every taboo, every filthy thought that crossed our minds.

How many women would I watch him take? How many would we take together? Iris had told me how his clients practically melted around him; and I knew he never crossed that line. But now? Fuck. I wanted him to. I wanted him to come home carrying the taste of other women, not just Iris, not just Kathryn. Their scent clinging to him like a secret only we shared.

It started with Iris. It continued with Kathryn. And wherever it led next… I didn’t care. I was ready for it all, ready to explore every dark, delicious corner of our desires, ready to be consumed by the fire of our passion.