He's wicked ;)

Daddy

It was girls night, so my best friend Belle Delphine were of course sending naughty pics to my boyfriend. The sensual low lighting from my room's red stardust LEDs (trademark) cast a dangerous glow over our barely covered chests.

"You look so hot Matthew. You're teasing me, naughty, naughty!" Belle groaned as she leaned down to put her hands on my thighs.

I laughed, pulling her down on top of me, "come take a picture with me so we can tease Tarek."

She agreed, straddling my kneeling form as she looked at the phone screen, our tongues almost touching eachother.

Snapping the pic, I hit send before setting my phone back up and returning my attention to her. I gripped her waist, hugging her to me as I pressed my lips to her collarbone. We both looked at the screen, twisting and turning for better angles.

We laughed as I collapsed back on the bed after sending the photos to my daddy, as Belle's mouth descended onto me. I was so consumed with my own pleasure that when the door slammed open and there was Tarek, rage and jealousy clouding his eyes, I didn't have it in me to push her off me.

That rage would have to be taken out somewhere, and I prayed that it would be on me.

My best friend sat up, batting her eyelashes as she gave my boyfriend a flirtatious smile, "I was just keeping him warm from you, hope you don't mind."

Tarek's jaw clenched as he took another step closer to the bed.

It was only then that I realised that I wasn't breathing from the anticipation and fear that had consumed me.

His hand wrapped around Belle's throat, pulling her closer to him as he glared down at her menacingly.

"Touching my boyfriend?" Tarek challenged.

I let out the breath I had been holding, catching his attention. His glare deepened as a slow grin began to spread across his lips, he somehow became more frightening as his calm demeanor continued.

He tossed my friend to the side as if she meant nothing to him, kneeling down next to the bed so his face was inches rom mine.

My breath hitched as his hand fisted my hair, bringing my face closer to his gnashing teeth.

"Look at me," he demanded, pulling my hair back.

I reluctantly flipped my gaze up to meet his, biting my lip as I watched his eyes light up with uncharted fury.

This other hand wrapped around my throat as he stared through me.

"And you're just a needy little slut," he growled, the grip on my hair becoming painful. "Guess I'm gonna have to remind you who you belong to."

I whimpered softly as he dragged me off the bed before bending me over it.

I complied easily, not wanting to anger him further.

Belle Delphine shifted uncomfortably on the bed as Tarek dragged her back by her double thicc thighs, setting her on top of me.

I could feel her breath on my shoulder as I shook in anticipation.

"It's okay," she whispered in my ear before placing a soft kiss to my back.

I heard Tarek's palm hit her flesh once as he spanked her really pasty ass.

"Shut the fuck up," he snarled to us both.

I immediately froze as I heard the sound of his belt being taken off.

My eyes screwed shut as I felt his master glizzy at the entrance of my butt.

"Look at that, Belle Delphine's got you nice and hard for me," he patronised before easily slipping in.