Mrs. Monroe (13)

Mrs. Monroe (13)
Chris freezes, his eyes widening in alarm. “What? No... Max, we can't. That's too much. She'll—”

“She said she can take it,” Maxwell cuts in. His gaze stays fixed on me, challenging me to prove him right. “Can't you see how wet she is? She’s practically begging for it.” 

“No. How do we even…” Chris shakes his head. “This is too much. I can’t.” 

He gets up abruptly, looking like he’s about to reach for his clothes. 

“Chris,” Maxwell warns. 

Chris stops. His shoulders rise and fall with a shaky breath. He looks at me, searching my face for reassurance. 

“It’s fine,” I say. “How do you want it, then? Who takes the front and who takes the back? Because I want to feel both of you inside me.” 

Maxwell lets out a low whistle. “You really are desperate, huh?”

I tilt my head. “Hundred percent.” 

Chris swallows hard. He searches my face one last time, as if looking for any reason to stop, before slowly nodding. His breathing turns ragged as he rolls the condom on with trembling hands.

“I’ll be under,” he murmurs. 

“Good.” I smile. 

“Get down here,” Maxwell orders him. 

Chris lies back against the pillows. I move into position above him, arching back toward Maxwell, who remains behind me.

Chris wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me closer. Before I can even catch my breath, his lips crash against mine.

I instinctively grind against him, deepening the kiss.

“Jesus.” He groans, his hands tightening around my hips as he takes control of my movement.

“What is this, Chris?” Maxwell asks, amusement clear in his voice. “All of a sudden you can’t control yourself?” 

Chris’s eyes fly open. His cheeks flush crimson.

“It’s okay, honey,” I reassure him, patting his cheek.

I gently guide Chris's cock inside me.

“Goddd…” he rasps. “Arggh.”

A smile tugs at my lips.

I turn back to Maxwell. “Come here.”

He does.

Maxwell positions the tip of his cock against the top of my ass. He spanks both my ass cheeks at once.

“Hmm.” I moan. 

“You asked for this, stepmother,” Maxwell whispers darkly. 

He spits on my ass hole and gently massages it. Then, he dips a finger inside. 

“Oww…” I moan, my head falling back. “Maxwell...” 

He keeps moving his finger, curving it slightly inside me.

“Is this your first time?” he asks.

“Yes…” I breathe. “I mean, no.” 

Beneath me, Chris has one of my breasts in his mouth, his other hand rubbing my clit as his cock moves inside me in a slow, steady rhythm.

“Which is it?” Maxwell growls. 

I swallow, struggling to put the words together. “It’s not my first time having anal sex.” 

“Good.” 

He adjusts his weight and fills my asshole. 

The sensation is instant and almost unbearable. My eyes roll back as my body struggles to adjust.

“Christ!” I choke out, gripping Max’s hand. 

“Too much?” Maxwell growls, grabbing my hips. 

“No,” I gasp. “Don't hold back.”

My walls stretch, molding tightly around them both as they bury themselves deep inside me.

“Fuck!” Chris groans out, his hands gripping my waist so tight. “She’s... god, she’s so wet...” 

"Told you,” Maxwell rasps. I can almost picture the smirk spreading across his face. 

Chris finds his rhythm, moving his hips in time with Maxwell’s thrusts.

The noise in the room grows louder, the wet sounds filling the air, mixed with the slap of skin against mine and my endless, breathless screams.

Maxwell grips my chin, forcing me to look at him as he drives deep into my ass. He leans over and grabs my other breast.

“You like having both of us inside you, huh?” he taunts. 

“Yes! Oh God, YES!” I scream, my fingers gripping the bedsheets as the intense pleasure overwhelms me.

Chris’s desperation and Maxwell’s possessive control overwhelm every thought in my head.

Heat coils tightly in my gut, fiercer than anything I felt during my first climax.

“I’m coming... Max, Chris, I’m coming!” I sob, my legs trembling. 

“Hold it,” Maxwell orders, moving faster. “Not yet. We’re all finishing together.

Chris grunts loudly, his hips moving faster now, completely lost in the moment. "Max... I can’t hold it. She’s too sweet, ahh!”

“Do it!” Maxwell roars. 

The speed becomes electric. Their cocks slam together faster and harder, sending waves of pure ecstasy straight through my spine.

Then everything breaks.

I can't speak. I can barely breathe. 

For several seconds, there's nothing except sensation. 

The tight grip of my climax pushes them both over the edge simultaneously.

Chris lets out a guttural groan, burying his face against my breasts as his body shudders.

Maxwell throws his head back, a roar tearing from his chest as his entire body goes rigid, his hips slamming hard against my ass as he empties himself inside me. 

We collapse onto the bed together, sweaty and tangled up, our breathing filling the room.

My body continues to shake with tiny waves of pleasure. I let out a soft sigh, my legs languidly sliding together on the ruined sheets.

Chris moves closer and cuddles against me, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath. I let him rest his head on my chest, and he wraps an arm around my waist.

I stare down at him, surprised.

I expected him to pull away the moment it was over. Instead, he's holding me like he doesn't want to let go.

That thought catches me off guard. Maybe this wasn't as meaningless to him as I'd assumed.

“Still six stars?” Maxwell’s voice slices through my thoughts.

“What?”

“You still rate this six stars?”

“Ten stars,” I pant. “Definitely ten stars.”

Maxwell nods. “Maybe next time, we’ll push that to a hundred.”

My eyes widen, but I quickly compose myself. “Of course.”

A slow smile pulls at my lips.

I’ve just unlocked a brand-new, filthy obsession, and there’s no going back now.

I close my eyes. This definitely won’t be the last time... and next time, I won’t stop at two men.

Three or four, maybe.

Or perhaps I’ll invite my best friend, Mrs. Stockholm, to join us and turn this house into a complete paradise.