My Powerless Cuckold Boyfriend Wanted This

Continuation of Fiery Devil’s Threesome…

As the night continued, the tension crackled between us like a live wire. The air was thick with a mix of jealousy, lust, and the unspoken power I held over both of these men. What started as my cuckold boyfriend’s simple sex confession had turned into all this. I further pressed my body against our guest, encouraging him to explore every inch of me. 

When I caught the eyes of my powerless cuckold boyfriend again, I saw they were filled with delicious torment. I could almost taste the conflict in him. The push and pull of wanting to take control but being too enthralled to try and stop it. All he could do was grip the growing bulge between his pants.

“Does this turn you on?” I murmured, my voice a silken taunt, barely above a whisper, but loud enough to slice through the thick tension in the room. His jaw clenched, muscles taut under the weight of his desire, but still, he stayed frozen, a voyeur to his own undoing. The guest’s hands were roaming now, exploring hungrily without intent. My gaze, however, never left my boyfriend. I was playing with fire, and we both knew it. 

Powerless or Powerful

I tossed my head back and arched my back, moaning into the air as our guest continued his primal conquest of my body. The power between us shifted like a predator toying with its prey, and I reveled in every second of it. While I held all the power in the world over my powerless cuckold boyfriend, I was ready to relinquish my own beneath the roaming hands of a true alpha. 

Just before the tension could snap, I leaned back in close to the guest’s ear, letting my breath tickle his skin as I whispered, “Let’s give him something to remember.” This would be the fiery Devil’s threesome of his dreams. Then I let his hands slip lower, my body pressing even closer.

In a single move, he flipped me onto the bed, one hand around my neck with a thumb in my mouth, the other plunged into my swollen pussy. For a fleeting moment all thoughts of my boyfriend, sitting alone on the couch, dissolved in the heat of the pleasure surging through me. My body responded instinctively, arching into the guest’s touch, hips grinding in sync with the rhythm of his fingers. But as the fire built within me, some part of me remembered the eyes watching. My powerless cuckold boyfriend—his silent, burning gaze—had been on me the entire time.

Pleasing My Powerless Cuckold Boyfriend

With a shaky breath, I tried to turn, desperate to catch his eyes. I wanted to see the effect this was having on him. But our guest’s hands held me firmly in place, fingers still working their magic. It’s as if he too could feel the unspoken tension between us all. I moaned again, my body trapped in this intoxicating web of desire. My mind, however, was already darting back to that delicious dance of power between my boyfriend and me.

My breath hitched as I felt myself surrendering to the physical sensations, losing myself in the rush of anticipation. I wanted to see the face of my powerless cuckold boyfriend as he watched another man enshrine me in pleasure. As if reading my mind, our guest turned me onto my stomach and instructed me to get to my knees. Finally, I could see my boyfriend. 

His was clenching tight, the sharp lines of his cheekbones accentuated by the dim light. His lips, usually full and relaxed, were pressed into a hard line, as though holding back a growl of primal need. I watched as his chest heaved with uneven breaths, rising and falling in time with each stroke of his hand around his cock. There he was, pleasuring himself, while I was about to get pounded by a throbbing cock twice his size.

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