Chapter 22 NAUGHTY GARDENER FUCKS HIS BOSS AND HIS WIFE PART 2
'You feel so good,' I groaned, the words slipping out amid the building tension, our bodies syncing in this threesome frenzy.
But I wasn't done; the night was just heating up, and I craved more of their shared surrender.
I couldn't hold back anymore; the way Mrs. Collins' pussy gripped my cock, hot and slick, had me aching to take control fully.
With a grunt, I pulled out of her, the wet pop echoing in the office, her juices stringing from my thick shaft. She whimpered at the loss, but I grabbed her by the waist, hauling her curvy body up from the couch.
'Up against the desk,' I ordered, my voice rough with need, spinning her around so her back pressed to the polished wood, her ass bumping against the edge. Mr. Collins was still bent over it, his toned cheeks spread, his tight asshole winking from where I'd left him, stretched and hungry.
She leaned back slightly, her blonde hair fanning out, eyes locked on mine with that raw vulnerability that twisted something deep in my chest—trust mixed with wild desire. I stepped between her thighs, lifting one leg to hook over my hip, and drove my massive cock straight into her swollen pussy. The heat swallowed me whole, her walls clenching tight around my girth as I buried every inch, bottoming out against her cervix.
'Fuck, Jake!' she cried, her head falling back, full breasts heaving under her blouse.
The sensation hit me hard—her wetness coating me, the emotional rush of her surrender fueling my dominance as I started thrusting, deep and deliberate, the desk shaking with each slam.
But I wasn't forgetting him. Mr. Collins pushed back against the desk, his breath ragged, glancing over his shoulder with pleading eyes.
'Don't stop, Jake... I need it too,' he gasped, his submissive hunger pulling at me, making the whole scene feel like a shared bond we were forging in sweat and moans. I reached around her, my hand gripping his hip to steady him, and angled my hips to alternate—pulling out of her dripping cunt with a slick slide, then shoving into his tight ass in one brutal thrust.
His hole gripped me like a fist, hot and unyielding, the contrast between her soft, soaking pussy and his firm resistance driving me insane. I switched back to her, pounding her pussy hard, then him again, my cock throbbing from the rapid changes, slick with both their arousals.
Their moans blended into a symphony that lit my lust on fire—Mrs. Collins' high-pitched whimpers mixing with Mr. Collins' deeper groans, the sounds raw and intimate, like they were unraveling together under me. I dominated them relentlessly, my muscled arms flexing as I held her leg high, my other hand bruising his hip, thrusting between their holes with urgent rhythm.
Emotion surged through me too; this wasn't just fucking, it was claiming them, husband and wife yielding to my massive cock, their marriage twisting into this heated threesome where I was the center, the one making them whole.
Mrs. Collins' nails dug into my shoulders, sharp bites that sent jolts straight to my balls, her curvy body arching as I slammed back into her pussy.
'Yes, like that—deeper!' she begged, her voice breaking with emotion, tears of pleasure pricking her eyes.
The pain from her scratches mixed with the pleasure of her clenching walls, making me growl low in my throat. Mr. Collins gasped beneath us, his body shuddering as I switched to his ass again, ramming in hard enough to make his prostate throb.
'Harder, Jake... fuck my ass harder, please,' he pleaded, his tone laced with desperate submission, his fit frame trembling, cock leaking pre-cum onto the desk.
Hearing him beg like that, so open and needy, stirred a fierce protectiveness in me—I wanted to give them everything, to push them to the edge of ecstasy.
Sweat dripped down my back, soaking my shirt as I fucked them both harder, the frenzy building like a storm. I alternated faster now—thrust into her sopping cunt, feeling her juices squirt around my shaft, then yank out and plunge into his needy hole, stretching him wider, his moans turning to choked cries.
The desk creaked dangerously, papers scattering, but I didn't care; my hips snapped with raw power, my thick cock owning every inch of them. Mrs. Collins' pussy fluttered wildly, close to the brink, her nails raking red lines down my arms, while Mr. Collins bucked back, his ass milking me, his gasps fueling the fire.
Their bodies pressed close, her breasts brushing his back, hands reaching to touch each other amid the chaos—fingers intertwining, a whispered 'I love you' from her to him that hit me like a punch, deepening the intimacy, making this threesome feel profoundly connected.
I leaned in, capturing her lips in a messy kiss, tasting her moans as I pounded her, then broke away to nip at Mr. Collins' shoulder while buried in his ass, the mix of tenderness and brutality pushing us all higher. My balls tightened, the pressure building, but I held back, wanting to draw this out, to keep dominating their shared surrender. Their cries grew louder, bodies slick and quivering. My balls tightened, the pressure building to a fever pitch, but I held back, wanting to prolong this moment of shared surrender. Their cries grew louder, bodies slick and quivering as I kept fucking them simultaneously. Until finally, with one last powerful thrust, we all came together, wave after wave of intense pleasure crashing over us.