Kyle just stood there.
“I’m sorry. I tried to tell you how starved I was,” I said, my body still limp on the counter. Matt was behind me, still stroking his already hard d**k with one hand. I was still cuffed to the handle, helpless and soaked, my p***y exposed and trembling from the orgasm that had just wrecked me.
I didn’t know what to expect from Kyle. Would he lunge at Matt? Punch him? Kill him? Would he scream at me? I deserved it. But the most messed-up part of it all was that my p***y clenched again just imagining him doing any of it. And if he was going to kill me for cheating, I’d probably beg him to f**k me first. That would be so hot. So wrong. But so hot.
He didn’t say anything at first. He just walked closer, slow and deliberate, until he was right behind me. I felt the hea
