He traced tiny kisses to my collarbone. “Is it wrong I think it’s sexy watching him do that to you?” Alex pulled my skirt and panties off. I’d closed my eyes, so I didn’t even know what was happening onscreen, but I liked the effect it was having on Alex.

He positioned his legs farther apart, forcing mine to spread open wider. I couldn’t answer him because he banded one arm across my waist, holding me tight against him while he thrust two fingers into me and worked my clit with his thumb.

As he started to work a third finger in, I cried out, thrashing against him as the pleasure crashed through me, but his arm was strong enough to hold me to his chest.

“No,” I panted, catching my breath. “It’s sexy that you think it’s sexy.”

I’d lost track of what was happening in the film, but Porn Elena was now untied and we were switching positions, this time with me on all fours, nipple clamps swinging beneath me. My back was arched as Reaper approached, dick still hard.

Alex groaned as he finally connected that he was about to watch me get fucked. For once, I was the one grinning.

“You are a naughty, naughty girl for making me watch this…”

“You brought it upon yourself…”

Reaper started to fuck Porn Elena in long, deep thrusts as Alex dragged me to the floor by my hair. I loved it when he got dominant. I scrambled to my knees, pulling his cock out of his shorts and wrapping my lips around it. As he watched me get pounded from behind in the film, I slid his hard length all the way into my mouth, deeply aroused knowing that I was watching him watching me.

I touched myself with my free hand, making guttural sounds when he stopped being so gentle and gave it to me. I couldn’t breathe, but I needed this from him more than I needed air.

“Goddamn, Elena. I’m gonna come.”

I kept going when he started to climax, swallowing until he was finished, then slowly continued to slide up and down until I pulled off and rocked back on my heels to look at him.

His arms were above his head and now he was the one panting, lazy grin on his face as he gazed down at me.

“I am a fucking boy scout.” He laughed, shaking his head. “I’ve never done half of what I saw you do and I sure as shit have never gotten off while watching my girlfriend with some other dude.”

I pulled my shirt off to wipe the drool from my face, completely unselfconscious about it. If you didn’t get messy, you didn’t deep throat correctly. Alex seemed to be into it. He stroked his thumb across the corner of my mouth. “What’s the name of this shade of lipstick I love making a mess of so much?”

“Wicked Queen.” I crawled back up into his lap, worshipping him with tiny kisses.