He was so hard he wondered for a second if he should give in and come so they could get on to round two of their fun. He’d mastered control of his body long ago and wasn’t about to not play his part. And play like this didn’t come along every day. Watching Sawyer fuck his wife with his mouth had been a major turn-on. And now, knowing he’d get to smack her sweet ass for disobeying him had his cock leaking pre-cum. Jesus, get a grip. He led her to their bedroom. Sawyer was right behind them. One look at Sawyer and he knew they were in a similar predicament—both hard and ready to explode. “Get on the bed,” he ordered. She did, but instead of giving him her ass, she lay on her back. That wouldn’t do. “Get on your knees.” “Ah, we haven’t talked about protection,” said Tasha, raising herself up to her elbows. “I’ve got you covered,” said Sawyer, producing a box of condoms he’d obviously brought upstairs with him. “I know Mack’s been fixed but I’ll use a condom.”
