Open Marriage With My Husband’s Best Friend.

Cumming On His C*ck

Chapter 12.

The cool touch of the pink Shaffarrie choker brushed against my skin, and I shuddered involuntarily from the impact of it. Seconds later, Maxwell’s fingers moved, trailing gently across my cheek while his gaze stayed fixed on the necklace.

“You are beautiful,” he mouthed, his eyes still lingering on the choker.

Something flickered beneath that stare….. a quiet admiration that made my heart flutter for a brief, traitorous second. Only a second, because I was quick to kill it.

His fingers trailed down, brushing the line of the necklace, his nails grazing my skin with such care that it felt like he knew every secret my body was trying to keep.

The air in my throat trembled with every drag of his touch. Then his lips followed….. slow and deliberate as he lowered his head, planting a gentle kiss on my shoulder and setting my skin on fire.

A breath slipped past my lips, sharp and unbidden, and that was all the permission he needed.

He dragged his mouth across my bare shoulder, leaving wet, lingering kisses that burned and branded me.

God! I feel trapped. Trapped in a tug of war between resistance and desire.

Heat pooled between my thighs….. raw, dirty, and unrelenting….. making me ache deeper than I wanted to admit.

I gripped the duvet tighter, shutting my eyes as his lips moved upward, biting, nibbling and testing the edges of my restraint.

Shame rolled through me, crawling down my spine like heat. With every nibble and every sigh he stole, my heart softened….. and the hatred I clung to dissolved, slipping away like smoke.

I wanted to pull away. I wanted to stop.

But not with him unraveling my resolve, not with every soft graze of his teeth undoing me completely.

His huge palm came against my left cheek, cupping gently, while he tilted my head sideways, granting himself more access to unravel me more than he was already doing.

The warmth of his breath seeped into my body, and with every kiss I felt my p***y pulsing with a need I couldn’t place a name to.

His thick palm came against my thighs, and he brushed it gently.

My breath hitched at the realization, and my thighs instinctively parted as he dragged his palm up my thighs, yearning for more than just touch.

As his fingers drew closer to my already dripping p***y, Leo’s words invaded my thoughts, echoing through my mind like a warning.

“If Maxwell likes you, then I wouldn’t mind sharing you with him.”

Pain clutched tightly against my chest, and that should have been enough for me to pull away.

But I didn’t. Not because I didn’t want to. But because I couldn’t.

Every nerve in my body crawled with need, and I dared not deny how hard I was burning to have him fill my p***y up like he didn’t just ruin me.

This was humiliating. All of this. His actions, the truth, and the very reality that I was becoming their prey. Or worse….. a toy in some twisted trade….. all of it was humiliating, and that should help me put a stop to it.

But strangely, it only left me desiring more.

I don’t know how things had turned out this way. I didn’t know how my body melted into his touch and desired him with just the brush of his fingers. All I knew was my body would not stop recognizing his touch.

Finally, Maxwell dragged his fingers up.

But the moment it met with my already wet p***y, his muscles clenched and his lips on my skin paused.

“f**k!!!” He hissed into my skin, the warmth of his breath scorching me like wildfire.

“You are so wet.” He groaned softly into my ear, kissing the shell of my ear.

My body shuddered, and my hips arched forward, desiring him without a word.

Tears burnt the back of my eyes, the heat of my desire burning through me like humiliation.

“Round two?” Maxwell asked, finally pulling his face away from my neck just enough to look into my face.

But the moment our eyes met, the tears I had been trying to hold slipped, rolling down my cheeks in one smooth slip.

Maxwell paused for a second, his eyes softening. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, referring to the s*x we had previously.

My lips parted, but no words came out. Perhaps he had. But not in the same way he was imagining.

His finger moved gently, and he wiped the tears away from my cheek, brushing over them like an apology.

“I will be gentler.” He whispered with deep concern, desire simmering deep in his eyes.

My body melted and I hated just how I was yielding into him as he parted my thighs, pulling his trousers away and coming between my thighs.

I looked down at his already hard c**k, and my p***y clamped, running wetter with heat and need.

How stupid of me to lay here and drip shamelessly for a man who doesn’t love me. He doesn’t love me. I know he was just toying with me, and the cruel part is, I was falling for it, and I hated myself for it.

As my back met the bed, another tear of humiliation slipped past my eyes.

But I had a thought. After today, I would train my body to resist him. But for now….. let me bask in the pleasure of the moment.

“So wet…..” Maxwell moaned, his grit pulling me out of my trance as he rubbed the tip of his c**k against my wet, aching entrance.

I looked up at him, my eyes heavy with pleasure and desire as he positioned his cap against my hole, pushing himself slowly while keeping his gaze locked on mine.

My body twitched against the bed, p***y stretching as he thrust slowly, filling my p***y with one slow, deep thrust.

“Argghh…..” I moaned instinctively, my walls clamping tightly around his c**k.

“f*****g tight,” Maxwell gritted, gripping my hips to steady himself.

For some moments, silence settled, and in that moment, his gaze held mine, locking me in place just enough for him to pick his pace.

Slowly, he pulled his c**k out, slamming it back in when he was halfway out.

My body tensed and my lips parted. “Ohhh…..” The moan slipped, my fingers flying to his shoulder.

“That’s my girl…..” Maxwell groaned, biting gently on his lower lip.

His c**k moved in and out of my wet p***y, every thrust slow and precise, yet so deep it made my stomach crawl.

My eyes held his, watching the pleasure that stirred beneath his eyes. He seemed to be enjoying it and the sight of him had a feeling of euphoria washing over me with every thrust, and I hated how good this felt.

His c**k….. in my p***y, f*****g me like I was made for him. This was wrong. So wrong, yet it felt so damn right I couldn’t help but ache for more.

The air in the room thickened, and while his thrusts grew faster, I watched as Maxwell’s lips parted, his eyes rolling with every thrust.

“Damn, Clara! You are so good. So f*****g tight.” His nails dug into my hips, and he licked gently on his lower lip.

“You take my c**k, Clara. You take me so well. So f*****g well….. Argggg!!!”

My back arched off the bed, stomach curling.

I clutched my stomach, tears of pain and pleasure brewing hot in my eyes.

“I….. I am so full…..” The words managed to move past my lips, and that had his eyes rolling back to meet mine.

His brows arched and he asked, “Full?” He cupped my cheek with his other free hand, sinking himself deeper till he bumped into the hilt of my p***y.

“Argghh…..” I choked out a moan, and he dropped his forehead on mine, filling me deeper.

My p***y dripped, fluttering at the increase in length.

“Max…..” I cried out in pleasure, and he kissed the corner of my lips.

“That’s what full feels like, Clara. My entire length. In your sweet dreamy p***y, claiming you like you are mine. Because you will be.”

The tears that welled up in my eyes slipped, and I clutched my stomach, the feeling of something sweet building up so fast.

My hands gripped his arms, and I arched up. “Max….. oh…..”

“Yes….. yes, my girl….. you are going to c*m? You are going to c*m on my c**k? Huh?”

My head bobbed, eyes rolling so hard I could barely see him again.

Maxwell growled softly, his hand coming around my neck, choking me softly.

“You feel that?” he asked in a deep voice as my p***y fluttered around him.

“Yes….. arghhhh….. I feel it….. I….. oh…..”

His grip on my neck tightened, and with one more deep thrust he moaned into my ear. “c*m for me, Clara. c*m on my c**k like a good girl.”

Like his words were all I was waiting for, s****l sparkles flew across my body, and my orgasm snapped, crashing into me like a tidal wave.

“Argggghhhhh!!!” I screamed into the air.

My knees buckled and my back arched off the bed completely as he f****d me through my orgasm, filling me with pleasure only he has ever given.

I gripped the sheet tightly, my other hand wrapping firmly around his arm.

While I thrashed back and forth in utter pleasure, my heart cracked in both shame and guilt, silently praying that this moment would all be over soon.